[ Forward is what he'd call it. Logan finds he doesn't mind. It's not that complicated. She's pretty. She's obviously looking at him, too, isn't bothering to hide it, which he assumes has to do with those empty champagne bottles under her chair. Don't need to be more to it than that.
So why's a part of him feeling like it could get complicated?
He shakes it off. Just been a while since things were allowed to be simple. He takes the bottle after she puts it down and tips it toward her in response to her little toast. Here's to them. He doesn't question why she's laid out here, drinking the days away. He was doing the same thing when he first landed on this godforsaken planet. Didn't even need a poolside retreat as an excuse, just a dingy motel and some cheap gas station liquor.
Then he ran into Charles. Scott. Rogue. ]
Too bad. I was looking forward to celebrating your promotion. [ He's teasing. Look, he'd offer his sympathies, but he's pretty sure she didn't give a damn about that job.
Her heartbeat quickens. Logan turns the bottle in his hands. He shrugs. He's not married to his jobs, either. They're contracts, temporary shit with cash exchanged on the spot. He doesn't want anything steady. He's not trying to build a life here. And he takes off too often into the Fringes to do steady.
So yeah. He can skip out on whatever he's got waiting in the city. Figure something else out later. ]
I don't know. [ His lips turn up at the corners. He's already leaning backā€”evidently hasn't got any intention of leaving. ] Might take some convincing.
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So why's a part of him feeling like it could get complicated?
He shakes it off. Just been a while since things were allowed to be simple. He takes the bottle after she puts it down and tips it toward her in response to her little toast. Here's to them. He doesn't question why she's laid out here, drinking the days away. He was doing the same thing when he first landed on this godforsaken planet. Didn't even need a poolside retreat as an excuse, just a dingy motel and some cheap gas station liquor.
Then he ran into Charles. Scott. Rogue. ]
Too bad. I was looking forward to celebrating your promotion. [ He's teasing. Look, he'd offer his sympathies, but he's pretty sure she didn't give a damn about that job.
Her heartbeat quickens. Logan turns the bottle in his hands. He shrugs. He's not married to his jobs, either. They're contracts, temporary shit with cash exchanged on the spot. He doesn't want anything steady. He's not trying to build a life here. And he takes off too often into the Fringes to do steady.
So yeah. He can skip out on whatever he's got waiting in the city. Figure something else out later. ]
I don't know. [ His lips turn up at the corners. He's already leaning backā€”evidently hasn't got any intention of leaving. ] Might take some convincing.