Disclaimer- RT owns all, I'm just borrowing. Short and silly and unbetad
As Logan walked into the beach house he and Dick shared, Dick yelled from the game room where he was playing, "Grab me a beer, man? And there are brownies on the table."
Logan handed the beer to Dick and grabbed the extra controller waiting for a point in the game where they could switch it to a two player.
Dick chugged half the beer quickly while expertly playing the game one handed. After a few minutes he beat the level and went changed the game to two player. While drinking the rest of his beer he turned to Logan to ask how the waves were this morning and instead choked on the beer he was drinking.
"Dude, where's your hair?" He sputtered. Logan's usual gelled hair was gone, replaced by a pretty short buzz cut. "Did the chick you're banging get pissed and take it out on your hair?"
Logan ran his hand over his head as though he was getting used to it too.
"Uh. No. Uh. It's something new I'm trying. I'm going to need to get used to it and thought I'd try it out." He hadn't really looked at Dick yet.
"What do you mean?" Dick was still staring. This was weird. Logan always had good hair. Second only to his own blonde locks, Dick thought as he flicked them out of his eyes out of habit.
"Well. Um. I.. I just joined the Navy." Logan looked over at Dick for the first time.
Dick stared at him for a full minute. Then he grabbed his phone. "It's not April Fools?"
"Nope."
"You joined the Navy."
"Yes."
"The military Navy."
"Yes."
"With boats and shit?" Dick was having major issues grasping this.
"Yep. And fighter jets. Which is what I'm going for. I'm leaving for Officer Candidate School as soon as I graduate Hearst. And I'm going to learn to fly jets." Logan looked serious. But was he actually serious? With Logan, you could never really tell.
"Seriously?" Dick asked.
"Yep. Deadly serious. Like actually deadly." Logan still hadn't cracked a smile.
"But… Why?" Dick had no mechanism to understand what was going on. Logan was almost as rich as he was. He had no need to work. No need to do anything by surf, play games and score chicks. What the fuck was this about? Surely not… Her.
Logan looked down at the controller in his hands and then back at Dick.
"I need to make something of myself. I want to make a difference in the world. A positive difference. I want to be a man... people... would be proud of. A man I'm proud of." He shrugged. "And flying a jet 1000mph sounds pretty fucking awesome." He grinned finally.
Dick was still staring at him. "Sure. Sounds cool." Dick shrugged this time. "How are you going to score chicks with that hair, though?"
"Ladies love a uniform, man." And Logan ran a hand over his head again and turned the game back on.
Dick thought about it for a sec. Jets sounded cool. Chicks loving uniforms sounded cool. But it sounded like a lot of work and lose his hair? No thanks!. He'd keep his hair the way it was.