They never stay
"So you're done then?" Logan asks from the door of his bathroom three days after the Mac implosion.
He's got his head on the seat of the toilet and a pillow somewhere...tub maybe?
"She made it pretty damn clear that there wasn't even a start man."
Logan softens like the big fucking marshmallow he is and gets him a glass of water from the tap.
He watches him slide down the wall and sit next to him, the fluffy hotel towel swings a little above his head.
"I meant with the vomit-fest but if you want to take about Mac that's cool."
"Its not my fault this time. You know that right?"
"I know man."
"Maybe if I had-"
"No man don't do that." Logan puts his hand on his shoulder and passes him the glass of water, "you can't do that. If you were better, if you were worse, don't for a second believe that shit man. Because they never stay. You're always wrong in some unfixable way."
Logan throws a soap at the mirror. It doesn't crack, the soap just makes a smudge on the pristine glass.
"You wanna talk about it man?"
"Talk about what?"
"About Ronnie not coming back?"
"How did you know..."
Dick inspects the water in the glass, "I read the text you got from Mac..."
"Oh..." He doesn't seem all that upset that he'd read his text message. He had just really wanted Mac to be texting him about how she was an idiot and how Logan thought she could get him to forgive her or something. Maybe Logan understood that better than anyone ever wanted to.
It had been a simple message.
NYC will never be the same. V transferred to Columbia.
That was it. It had however made Logan's willingness to get smashed with him make more sense.
"Fuck em." He tells Logan downing the water and standing, fueled entirely by piss and vinegar, "what ever happened to easy gold diggers? I at least knew where I stood with them. Generally with them on their knees."
"We're better than that now." Logan tells him from the floor of the bathroom. They sure don't look like their better than that.
"I don't ever want to be better than easy chicks again Logan. This-" he points at his chest, and then at the general area of the bathroom, "this hurts and I won't do it again."
He leaves the bathroom stepping over Logan's too god damn long legs and pulls off his shirt. It smells of stale beer and gin. Which is weird because he didn't remember the gin. But whatever not a first and so obviously not the last.
"Where are you going?" Logan asks finally pulling himself up from the bathroom floor.
If he had thought that he was just going to sit there on the cold bathroom floor smelling of a bad night and talk about his fucking feelings Logan was in a worse place than he thought.
"I'm going to the welcome back to drinking on your parents/governments dime party."
He was going to detox the kryptonite that was Cindy Mackenzie. And he was going to do it with nervous freshman girls that didn't know his last name, didn't know his trauma, and didn't taste of salt and cherry fucking lip gloss.
Logan tags along and he has a feeling its entirely so Dick doesn't end up in a brawl alone. Because even he recognises that he's volatile which must mean he's some baking soda away from a science fair volcano.
"What the fuck is she doing here?" He yells over the thumping music and he can see Logan looking around the room for Mac, because what other she could it be.
She's standing at the far end of the living room, trying desperately to melt into the wall. She's never really been about parties. All the bodies make her nervous. she has her eyes scanning the crowd no doubt looking for whoever dragged her to a pi sigma party he figures whoever did it, did it because they wanted to have fun rather than solving some crime. That must have been a nice break from the norm for her.
She locks eyes with him.
Eyes wide and she moves quickly away from the wall, in the opposite direction. She's fucking running from him.
Suits him just fine.
"Parker and Wallace." Logan yells back pointing over the way Mac had gone. They were indeed leaning causally against the wall. Red cups in hand talking about who gives a shit.
They had probably dragged her out, thinking she'd done zero socializing since her mysterious break up with Max. What had she told them? Nothing probably.
Coward. He hoped she healed crooked.
He chats up a tall blonde freshman. She's going to rush Theta, but the best thing about her is she's only a couple feet from where Mac is standing.
He guesses that the fact that she's into him is also good but better than the fact that she starts kissing him is the look of devastation on Mac's face that she's trying to hide.
He makes sure that she sees him leave the party with the blonde. Sue or something. It doesn't really matter.
She lives in a dorm and they make out at random intervals on the way there, she doesn't taste right and every time she grabs onto him his stomach twists unhappily.
She tries to unlock the dorm with the wrong key and he takes the keys from her and does it himself. She tumbles into the room in a giggling mess.
He's not drunk enough for this damn it.
She's pretty and willing and it means nothing and that didn't used to be a problem. It used to be his fucking speciality.
"That was quick, out of practice?." Logan's voice rings out from the kitchen when he enters the suite.
"Shut up..."
"You put her to bed and left didn't you?"
"Shut up."
A smile spreads across Logan's face like he's proud of him and maybe he is.
Logan hands him a beer and a bag of popcorn and they sit down on the couch to watch Predator. The suite is officially a romantic sub-plot free zone.