OOM: No reason to move.

[obligatoryass]

Logan's still asleep. He couldn't tell you what time it is - nor does he particularly want to. He'd much rather just keep his eyes closed and pretend yesterday didn't happen.

Yesterday, when he swan dived off a balcony into a dance floor at a frat party. Yesterday, when his ex-girlfriend poured him into a cab and sent him home in disgrace. From a frat party.

It's hard to leave a frat party in disgrace.

Logan groans and burrows under the covers, hiding from the sun. And everyone and everything else.

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[obligatoryass]

"Parker's a good egg," he says, and that's all he says while he processes the rest.

"Um. I was urged not to enroll in classes here next semester."

Might as well get it all out at once.

[dead_hooker_2]

"Yeah, I know."

If Logan thinks his older sister hasn't been keeping tabs on him, he's an idiot.

"What do you have to say for yourself, Logan?"

[obligatoryass]

Wait, he just found out yesterday? How does Trina know already? She must have spies everywhere.

"Not much," he says.

[dead_hooker_2]

Trina has her ways.

"Figured. You never do. You never have."

Trina sighs and sits on what appears to be the cleanest chair in the apartment.

"What are you gonna do now?"

[obligatoryass]

"There isn't really anything to say," he points out. Except that he's a perennial screw-up. But that part, she knows.

"I don't know. Get a job, I guess."

[dead_hooker_2]

"Could you try to be slightly less woe-is-me, please?"

It doesn't work on Trina, anyway.

[obligatoryass]

"Don't really feel like making the effort," he says flatly.

[dead_hooker_2]

Trina glares. "There's a shocker, someone alert the media."

She passes one hand over her eyes.

"How badly are you hurt?"

[obligatoryass]

"Not very. Twisted my ankle, but I was too drunk to notice I was falling until I hit bottom. Never tensed up."

There's a special Providence for fools and children, they say, and from Logan's life, it's probably true.

[dead_hooker_2]

"Hmmph.

"Logan, I do not know what to do here."

[obligatoryass]

"That makes two of us, I guess," Logan says. "Look, I'm useless. I have no appreciable skills, I think college is for people with direction, and I have none. Not even a little bit. It's wasted on me."

[dead_hooker_2]

"Don't even start," she says.

"I have absolutely had with the poor little rich boy shit from you.

"That's an excuse, and it's not even a good one."

[obligatoryass]

"Oh? What should I be doing, dear sister?"

Because whatever else may or may not be true, the fact that he has absolutely no idea or direction or skills is indisputable.

[dead_hooker_2]

"What do you want to be doing?"

[obligatoryass]

"Absolutely as little as possible."

Again, indisputably true. Useless as a goal, but true.

[dead_hooker_2]

"Well, then, I'd say you're succeeding."

There's a long moment, while Trina makes a decision.

"If you want my help, little brother, this is the time to ask for it. Because otherwise I'm gone, and you're on your own."

[obligatoryass]

"Yeah, but as a life goal, I don't really think it's enough."

He sighs, thinks for a long moment. "I'm asking. I don't know what else to do, Trina, and I need help. I need to be in a place that's not here."

[dead_hooker_2]

"All right," she says. "All right. I will make some calls, and call in some favors and you will stop drinking so damn much, and keep your antics off the internet.

"And I'm not kidding when I say you have to get yourself together, Logan. Because in a month and a half, you can no longer be my top priority."

[obligatoryass]

Nodding, his eyes stray to her stomach, then back to her face.

"I get it."

And he does, as much as he can get anything at the moment.

[dead_hooker_2]

"I hope so.

"Because right I'm a little afraid that the next time I see you, you'll be in prison or the morgue."

He could have wound up in either, if Parker hadn't taken his keys last night.

"And this absolutely the end, Logan. I will help you find a job, but you screw up and lose it, I'm done."

Those are the terms. Take them or leave them.

[obligatoryass]

Logan's been luckier than anyone deserves. Luckier than he knows, most days. And it's time to stop relying on it.

Logan extends a hand. "Fair enough."

[dead_hooker_2]

Trina shakes his hand.

"I'll call you, when I've had a chance to talk to some people.

"It's probably not going to be glamorous or easy."

She can pretty much guarantee that it won't be, in fact.

[obligatoryass]

Logan shrugs. "Easy I'm accustomed to. Glamorous...not so much."

He offers her a tiny, tentative smile. "Thanks."

[dead_hooker_2]

"You're welcome.

"Please don't make me regret this."

[obligatoryass]

Logan shakes his head. "I won't."

Except...well. It's Logan. He doesn't have much faith in his ability to manage that.