Summary: What Rory and Logan do during their free time.

A/N: Writer's block is evil. So I asked my wonderful (and patient) beta, SuperiorityComplex88, to give me an idea to write an extremely short story. Thus, this emerged. You know, these drabbles are really fun to write. Maybe I'll start doing them more often…

Contest

"I could stare at you all day, Ace."

Rory gave him a determined look. He wasn't going to intimidate her.

"Right back at'cha."

Logan smirked at her. It was obvious that he wasn't going to back down anytime soon.

Rory's eyes were beginning to sting. She had to think of something, fast.

She stuck her tongue out.

"Thinking of using that soon?" Logan quipped.

She drew her tongue back in as quickly as lightning.

"Didn't think so."

Rory scowled.

"How did you get so good at this?"

"Long, boring parties I was required to attend by my parents. I perfected a technique ages ago."

"I should have known."

"You're not so bad at this, yourself."

"Surprised?"

"Perhaps."

This was taking longer than she had expected.

"You shouldn't have bet your coffee privileges, Ace. How are you going to live without coffee for twelve hours?"

"I won't have to."

"You sound very sure of yourself."

"Just a little something I picked up from you."

Logan chuckled—a nice, warm laugh.

Dammit…he'd done that on purpose. He knew which laugh would make her want to kiss him.

But Rory wasn't going to let him get to her. She wasn't going to kiss him.

I'm not going to kiss him.

She repeated it like a mantra.

She didn't want to lose.

Unless…

Rory kissed Logan, making sure to keep her eyes open. After the initial shock, Logan kissed her back. He had closed his eyes.

"Ha! You blinked. I win!"

He opened his eyes again. They widened.

"You cheated!"

"You're such a sore loser, Logan."