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]

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.