It's not the first time I've happened upon Logan in the very throes of teenage romance with his star-crossed lover, Bushmills, but it's certainly the fact that I never know what I'm going to find. What's on the menu for today? Just how many varieties of Flintstone vitamins do you have in your system? And is today the day I'm going to find you asphyxiated on your own vomit? Or are you saving that one until next time?
Oh, good. He has his best friends with him. Jim, Jack, and Jose.
"So!" she announces loudly enough to wake him up from where he is passed out at the table, the menagerie of bottles strewn about - quite frankly - is phenomenal. "Wow, did you hear that? That's nice, high ceilings, the sound really carries." It's not that she's pissed. It's just that she's really pissed.
She slides right on into a chair beside him at the table, thumbing at one of the bottle necks and eyeing him over. "We're doing this again, huh?"
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Oh, good. He has his best friends with him. Jim, Jack, and Jose.
"So!" she announces loudly enough to wake him up from where he is passed out at the table, the menagerie of bottles strewn about - quite frankly - is phenomenal. "Wow, did you hear that? That's nice, high ceilings, the sound really carries." It's not that she's pissed. It's just that she's really pissed.
She slides right on into a chair beside him at the table, thumbing at one of the bottle necks and eyeing him over. "We're doing this again, huh?"