"Have you heard?"
"That the bird's the word? Yeah, that's kind of old news Dick," Logan Echolls smirked as he poured himself a glass of scotch.
"Ha ha. Hilarious bro. Nah, seriously. You had to have heard who's staying with Duncan for the next week. Everyone is talking about it," Dick Casablancas said, trying to gage his friend's facial expressions which were fairly unreadable as usual, aside from the casual smirk.
"Everyone is talking about it? Seriously Dick? What is this, high school? And I thought we were done talking to this supposed 'everyone' after the first high school reunion," Logan's eyes sparkled with the mischief of some untold joke as they often did.
"God man, since when did you start sounding so old?"
"Maybe when I grew up?" Logan took a sip of his scotch.
"Whatever dude. Just thought you'd like to know your old sweetheart Ronnie Mars is back in town... So you wanna go surfing later? ...Dude?"
Logan had suddenly gotten very quiet.
"What? Uh, no... Sorry... I've got some left over work from the office to finish up," Logan finally said quietly, coming out of his trance.
"Ugh. I don't understand why you don't just accept the fact that you're wealthy and stop slaving away like some...SLAVE," Dick rolled his eyes.
"Very creative, Dick," Logan said pointedly, "Now get out of my house man. I need some sleep."
The two exchanged goodbyes and then Logan was left alone with his thoughts. All of which were filled with a certain petite crime solving blond who was currently staying with his ex-best friend.