"How's the site coming?"

"It's coming. Would you stop asking me that every ten seconds? Geez." Mac grumbled.

Logan slunk down further into the couch and groaned. "It's been, like, two hours. I'm bored."

"Logan, you're the one who put this off, you're the one who needs this done, and I'm the one doing you a huge favor. So if you want this to get done in time you're just going to have to be patient, got it?"

He raised his eyebrows, seemingly amused at her outburst, but he didn't say another word. For ten whole minutes.

"How much lon-"

"Oh my God!" He smirked. "If you're planning on keeping this up all night just leave. Walk in a straight line for a while. Maybe you'll find a party."

Just as Logan was opening his mouth to retort, Mac's phone began to vibrate on the table. She picked it up and glanced at the caller ID. Marissa Tucker. "That's weird. Some girl I tutored in Calc. last semester is calling me."

Logan shrugged. "Answer it."

She flipped the phone open. "Hello? Hey Marissa…what are you talking about…I think you have the wrong girl…because I'm not friends with any frat boys…"

Beside her Logan sat up. He knew exactly where this conversation was headed.

"Oh. Right. That frat boy. Um, we're not exactly friends but I guess I can see where you'd get confused." Her voice trailed off. "Wait he's what? And you think I will?" Mac heaved a sigh. "Fine. I'll be right there." She slammed her phone shut and glared at Logan. "Not a word."

He grinned. "About what? Someone calling you to come get Dick? Why on earth would I say something about that?"

"Look," she said as she began to search around the room for her keys, "I wouldn't go, but she said he's super drunk and they've tried everything else to get him to leave short of calling campus police, but they can't do that because of the underage drinking. Marissa remembered seeing me walking out of some party with him a few months ago. I think I'm pretty much their last ditch attempt." She strode towards the door.

"Jesus. How drunk is he?"

"He took his shirt off and danced on a table. Also, and I'm pretty sure this is the main reason they want him gone, that guy from My Pretty Pony showed up and Dick's harassing him with questions about his sex life."

"Of course he is. You want me to come with?'

"Nah, it's okay. I got it. Be right back." And she was gone.

Logan folded his hands behind head and leaned back into the cushions. Girl hates boy. Boy hates girl. Girl helps boy anyway. He's seen this one before. Hell, he's lived this one before. Things had the potential to get very interesting.

Not twenty minutes later Dick stumbled into the suite followed by Mac. "Are you sure you don't want the help of an ass es-ecsh-spert?"

"Positive."

He mumbled something that sounded like "your loss" before weaving into his room and closing the door.

Mac dropped he purse on the coffee table and sat back down next Logan who just looked at her. "That was fast."

She drew in an irritated breath. "Yep."

"So what'd you have to do?"

"Swear you won't tell?"

He nodded, intrigued.

"Nothing. I didn't have to do anything. He saw me come into the room and he asked me 'are we going home now?' and I said 'yes' and he followed me to my car."

Logan couldn't quite keep the look of amusement off his face. Very interesting indeed.