It was a rainy Wednesday night and Logan was waiting to hear from Max. The rain that poured was murky and dirty. Max was doing some recon for him, and in exchange, Logan was making dinner.
Leaning on his cane, Logan limped around his kitchen. Quiet night in with his best friend. And his crush. The minute Logan had laid eyes on Max, he was hooked. Gorgeous, smart, funny, sarcastic, stubborn and his best friend. At least, his best friend in Seattle. He still had all those old college mates jetting around America.
His doorbell rang, just as Logan was stirring the pasta sauce. Surprised to who it could be, as Max's key was her trusty lock pick, Logan hobbled to the front door.
"Logan! Buddy!" Ryan Hill strolled into Logan's penthouse.
"Ryan," Logan grinned. "What are you doing in Seattle?"
Ryan dumped his bag in the corner. "Well, I heard on the grapevine that you'd been in an accident which involved a wheelchair - which I see is untrue. Anyway, I got two weeks off, so I'm on holiday."
Logan stifled a snigger. "What did Ingrid and the girls say when you chose Seattle as the vacation spot?"
Ryan laughed out loud. "Logan, I wouldn't holiday here for all the real coffee in the world. Well, maybe that. Anyway, when I heard about all the trouble you've been in, I told Ingrid I was spending three days in Seattle to check up on you and would meet up with her in London then."
Logan nodded. "Can't say I blame you not wanting to bring your family here," he shrugged. "Come in and have a drink."
*~*~*~*~*~*
Max stood around at Crash, watching Sketch and some guy engage in a drinking contest. Original Cindy was chatting up some girl, whom Max knew was straight, and Kendra had disappeared with Mr. Multiples when he called her.
Deciding that dinner of Logan's was much, much higher on her scale of 'Fun Things to Do', Max grabbed her satchel and moved to the exit of Crash. Her baby was parked around the back, so Max made a quick exit, speeding over to Logan's in no time. A nice warm dinner, maybe an old pre-Pulse movie and a couple of games of chess. A much nicer way to spend Wednesday night than watching OC being rejected by someone who straight.
Logan had very kindly gotten her a Foggle Towers parking permit, after some complete moron had stolen her baby and Max had caused him so much bodily damage, that he wouldn't be moving around for a good long time.
Getting in the lift, she traveled up to the penthouse in time for dinner.
Leaning on his cane, Logan limped around his kitchen. Quiet night in with his best friend. And his crush. The minute Logan had laid eyes on Max, he was hooked. Gorgeous, smart, funny, sarcastic, stubborn and his best friend. At least, his best friend in Seattle. He still had all those old college mates jetting around America.
His doorbell rang, just as Logan was stirring the pasta sauce. Surprised to who it could be, as Max's key was her trusty lock pick, Logan hobbled to the front door.
"Logan! Buddy!" Ryan Hill strolled into Logan's penthouse.
"Ryan," Logan grinned. "What are you doing in Seattle?"
Ryan dumped his bag in the corner. "Well, I heard on the grapevine that you'd been in an accident which involved a wheelchair - which I see is untrue. Anyway, I got two weeks off, so I'm on holiday."
Logan stifled a snigger. "What did Ingrid and the girls say when you chose Seattle as the vacation spot?"
Ryan laughed out loud. "Logan, I wouldn't holiday here for all the real coffee in the world. Well, maybe that. Anyway, when I heard about all the trouble you've been in, I told Ingrid I was spending three days in Seattle to check up on you and would meet up with her in London then."
Logan nodded. "Can't say I blame you not wanting to bring your family here," he shrugged. "Come in and have a drink."
*~*~*~*~*~*
Max stood around at Crash, watching Sketch and some guy engage in a drinking contest. Original Cindy was chatting up some girl, whom Max knew was straight, and Kendra had disappeared with Mr. Multiples when he called her.
Deciding that dinner of Logan's was much, much higher on her scale of 'Fun Things to Do', Max grabbed her satchel and moved to the exit of Crash. Her baby was parked around the back, so Max made a quick exit, speeding over to Logan's in no time. A nice warm dinner, maybe an old pre-Pulse movie and a couple of games of chess. A much nicer way to spend Wednesday night than watching OC being rejected by someone who straight.
Logan had very kindly gotten her a Foggle Towers parking permit, after some complete moron had stolen her baby and Max had caused him so much bodily damage, that he wouldn't be moving around for a good long time.
Getting in the lift, she traveled up to the penthouse in time for dinner.