Chapter 4 The Peerless Pilgrim Pub with Ale by the Pail

Hey, I'm sorry that this update took so long but things have been pretty hectic, my grandmother is moving out of her huge house into assisted living so we've been packing up her house and stuff, plus school started and I have a ton of homework to complete along with band practice… regardless, onto to the eagerly awaited update…

Disclaimer: The only thing named Finn that I own is my Turtle, which I actually don't own yet because they're illegal in Pennsylvania so you have to go to Ohio to get them… regardless, someday I will own a turtle and I will name him Finn.

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Logan and Jason walked out of the London Times and headed down the street, Jason leading and Logan following, while looking around.

"So." Jason said, trying to start a conversation. "Have you ever been to London?"

"Yeah, dad's dragged me here a couple of times for business and I've gallivanted around Europe a few times with a couple of friends." Logan replied. "So, you said a lot of people from the Times come here?"

Jason nodded and stopped in front of a small building between two larger buildings. The windows were tinted green glass with dark wood trim and double doors with a small sign hanging above it proclaiming The Peerless Pilgrim Pub with the words Ale by the Pail! Underneath in gold letters.

Logan chucked at the name and motto. "I like the name."

Jason grinned. "Yeah, we have fun coming up with other names for it, like the Unequaled Wayfarer."

"Or the Unrivaled Sojourner."

"The Matchless Traveler" At this name both men started laughing at the two ways the name could be taken. By this time they had entered the establishment and made their way over to an empty table.

"We must be the first ones here today." Jason commented and sat down.

"I'm going to go and wash my hands." Logan said taking off his leather jacket and placing it on the back of the chair.

Jason nodded and pointed him in the right direction. Soon after a small group of people sat down with Jason. Greetings were exchanged and one guy nodded towards the Logan's jacket.

"Whose jacket is that Jas?"

"It's…" Jason began.

"Hey Jason!" a women a few tables over called.

Jason looked over and his eyes lit up upon seeing the woman.

"Becca!" he exclaimed and started to make his way to her.

Glancing back he said to the table "I'll be back in a minute."

The group proceeded to talk about their plans for the summer when their conversation was interrupted by AC/Dc's You Shook Me All Night Long.

The group glanced at each other.

"Should we answer it?" one woman questioned.

The man next to her shrugged. "I guess"

Another woman, who was sitting next to the empty chair reached into the pocked and pulled out the ringing object in question. Flipping the phone open, she fumbled for the talk butter, accidentally hitting the speakerphone button as she did so, and answered.

"Hello?"

A male voice with a thick Australian accent came over the phone.

"Wow Huntz, you're sounding especially feminine today." Finn joked.

"Huntz?" she questioned.

"Yeah Huntz, you know the person whose phone you just answered…"

"Oh, I didn't know whose it was, it was in a jacket that was hanging on an empty chair." She said.

Finn sighed "What have I told him about leaving his jacket with his cell phone in it hanging on random chairs in London so strange women answer it." He paused, "Speaking of strange women, I don't suppose you are a redhead?" Finn said hopefully. The group laughed at this.

"Nope sorry, I'm not. So, um who exactly is Huntz?"

"Logan Huntzberger." This came from not Finn but Jason. "He went to wash his hands, I invited him to eat with us."

"Now that we've established whose phone this is, I don't suppose you could tell me your name, doll? I'm Finn"

She smiled. "Bailey"

"Hum, You not a redhead, but your name is alcoholic, which makes up for you not being a redhead." Finn paused debating. "I would definitely consider pursuing you." He decided. "How old are you doll?"

"25, and before you decided that I was pursue worthy, don't you think that you should have asked if I was even on the market?" Bailey inquired.

"Not at all doll, for you see, once you saw my gorgeous, exotic self, you would immediately dump anyone, for you see, no one is more amazing then I" Finn said with mock arrogance.

"Delusional much Finn?" Logan said dryly with a smirk, walking up to the table and joining the conversation.

"Why Huntz, that's not what you said during that sultry night in the Virgin Islands." Finn purred seductively.

Logan bit back a grin and started to reply, but was interrupted.

"Well, I think the office, not to mention the world, would be extremely interested to know that the Huntzberger heir was gay. In fact I think I'll go mention it now." Came the annoying tones of Jacob Webb.

Logan inwardly smirked and put a panicked looked on his face.

"How did you… I mean I'm not…I mean please, no… Logan said stuttering.

Jacob attempted to smirk and tried to swagger off. All he managed to do was make it look like he was in pain and had a bad limp.

As soon as Jacob exited the building Logan cracked up.

"Uh mate, I like you and all, but why am I suddenly your lover?" Finn inquired.

At this point Logan noticed the confused looks on the faces of the rest of the table and started to explain.

"Jacob only heard the last part of that conversation and Finn's joke and concluded that Finn and I were together or were at one point. He came to the stunning conclusion that I was gay and thought he could use it to embarrass me. Jacob and I have already had one run in today and I decided to use this to embarrass him."

"Logan!" Finn exclaimed shocked. "How could you consider that night in the Virgin Islands a joke! I proclaimed by undying love for you!"

Logan smirked "Yeah you did, right after you proclaimed your undying love for any redhead in the vicinity, alcohol in general, to 2 waitresses, 4 palm trees, a door and right before you proclaimed you undying love to sand, crabs, flashlights, virgins, and coconuts."

By this time the entire table was cracking up and were getting several strange looks from others in the pub.

"So you're not gay?" one man asked tentatively.

"Nope" Logan said easily. "I have a girlfriend."

"Speaking of which she was the reason I called." Finn began

Logan winced, the image of his girlfriend's tear stained face loomed in his mind. "How is she?"

"Reporter Girl's been better, but right now the lack of you isn't the main issue."

Logan frowned. "What happened?"

"In a nutshell, Lorelai asked Luke to elope, they fought, Lorelai went to Chris for comfort, they slept together and now she doesn't know what to do. Reporter Girl has made that problem the one of utmost importance, mostly because she can't do anything about London."

"Wow, where is she?"

"They're both asleep" Finn replied

"Oh, well tell Ace I'll call her tonight and that I love her." Logan said simply.

"Will do mate." And they both hung up.

Looking a bit sheepishly at the five others Logan apologized.

"Sorry about that."

"Don't worry about it Logan. Jacob needs put in his place and parts of the phone call were highly entertaining." Jason said as the rest of the tabled nodded in agreement.

"And I think that some introductions are in order. Logan the woman that Finn was talking to is Bailey Carnoff, the man to her right is Blake Erader the man to his right is Sawyer Galaheter and the woman to Sawyer's right is Samantha Strav, who goes by Sam.

Logan nodded at them in turn, shook their hands and studied them.

Bailey was 25 with chestnut hair and bright green eyes. She was of medium height and had a cheerful demeanor.

Sawyer had dark hair that curled out from his head with dark eyes framed by long dark lashes that almost looked feminine and a proudly arched roman nose. So far Logan's impression of him was of a shy, quiet person. He looked to be in his mid twenties, as did the rest of the group.

Blade had longish dirty blond hair that curled at the ends with hazel eyes and a deep tan. He was long and lanky with a quick, dry wit.

Samantha had the most athletic build of the group with her long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail and determinedly competitive blue eyes.

"So" Blake said, "I'm just going to ask the question that everyone else it thinking. How did you manage to do that?" gesturing to Logan's body.

Logan grinned wryly. "It was the a couple weekends before graduation and a bunch of us decided to go to Costa Rica and parachute off of a cliff. I went second and pulled the cord, but the parachute didn't open, so I plummeted to the ground, hitting the cliff side several times in the process. And I was so inebriated it's a miracle that I even remembered to pull the cord."

Samantha winced in sympathy. "Yeah that hurts, I did something similar, except it was parasailing and the boat lost control and I was caught in the trees on a nearby island and tumbled to the ground, almost hanging myself in the process."

"Speaking of college, when did you graduate? It had to be recently." Questioned Jason.

"Graduation was Tuesday, and I was on a plane by Wednesday."

"That's horrible! I can't believe that you weren't even given a day between." Bailey exclaimed.

"Yeah that's my dad for you. The only thing I mean to him is the heir to the company, nothing else." Logan said with a shrug.

By this time the food had come and gone and the bill paid. The group started walking back to the Times.

Logan groaned as he saw a familiar form walk out of one on the most expensive restaurants in London.

"What?" questioned Bailey.

Logan nodded his head in the direction of his father who unfortunately noticed him at that moment.

"Logan!"

"Dad" Logan said flatly.

"A crisis has come up in that Omaha paper, I need to fly there immediately, so you are on your own. You had better work, since you don't have those two idiots Colin and Finn to screw around with and to spend every night getting drunk and partying, I mean it Logan! You're not a kid anymore, you need to make something of your life, no son of mine will be known as a failure, which is that path that you're following now." Mitchum said threateningly.

"Gee dad, glad to see you have such a high opinion of me and my friends." Logan said sarcastically. "Colin and Finn are not idiots or failures."

"Really, then what ate they doing now, hum? Loafing around New Haven I suppose getting smashed out of their minds?" his dad inquired with a sneer.

"How about Colin is finishing Law School and Finn's dad is letting him conduct the business from New Haven, you know, because his dad actually knows about his son cares what he wants." Logan snapped.

"Are you implying that I don't know you?" his father demanded.

"Oh, so you think you know me? Tell me dad, when's my birthday?"

"November." Came the immediate reply.

Logan gave his father a look of disgust. "Try July."

His father looked uncomfortable. "Oh then Honor's birthday must be in November."

"November, April, same thing." Logan shook his head. "Have fun in Omaha." Logan then turned around and started walking back to the Times.

Jason, Bailey, Blade, Sam, and Sawyer glanced at each other startled and quickly followed after their angry new friend.

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