Logan's Apartment
2:30 PM
Logan sat in his office, not really concentrating on anything, when Ben walked in. He had both of his hands clasped over his eyes. "Is it all clear? Is everyone fully clothed?"
Logan laughed. "Screw you, Gallagher." He said good-naturedly.
Ben dropped his hands. "Well with the way things were going when I walked in, I was expecting to be greeted by piles of clothes scattered about the rooms." Ben stated with mock shock.
"Yeah right, we are both a little more mature than that."
"She had to go to work didn't she?" Ben asked knowingly.
"Yeah." Logan replied with a sigh.
"Well listen, I know you and Max probably wanted to do something with me tonight since it's my last night. But to bad, I've got a hot waitress from the coffee shop that wants to have dinner with me. So I won't be around." Ben knew the wheels were already turning in Logan's head. "I'm sure you can find something else to do."
"Yeah, I'll figure something out." Logan said soberly, narrowly resisting the urge to do a victory dance. Before Ben had come in Logan was trying to figure out a way to get Ben the hell out of his way so he could spend 'quality' time with Max. Similar to the 'quality' time they had spent together this morning, against his kitchen counter.
When Ben had gone back to the guest room to call his editors on his cell phone, Logan grabbed the phone and punched in a set of very familiar numbers. Not more than three minuets later, Logan's phone rang. "Hello, darling." He said intimately.
"Logan?" The female voice said quizzically.
"Oh, Hi Aunt Margaret." Logan said wincing.
A few minuets after he'd hung up with his aunt, making an excuse to get out of yet another blind date, the phone rang again. "Hello?" He said very carefully this time.
"You rang?" Max said breathlessly. She had been on a run when Logan had paged, and she'd never hauled a*ss to a phone that fast in her life.
"Well, thanks to you, I just inadvertently hit on my aunt." Logan said playfully.
"Ok, whatever you do in your free time is your business." Max said laughing.
"Listen, your having dinner here tonight." Logan said authoritatively.
"Am I? I wasn't aware of this. It is amazing when I make decisions that even I don't know about them, but you magically do." Max said leaning against the side of the phone booth.
"Ben's going out." Logan said evenly.
"8 o'clock good for you?"
Logan was still laughing as they ended the call.
Both Max and Logan had the same frivolous thought.
'What am I going to make for dinner. More importantly, what am I going to wear?'
'What is he going to make for dinner? More importantly, what am I going to wear?'
2:30 PM
Logan sat in his office, not really concentrating on anything, when Ben walked in. He had both of his hands clasped over his eyes. "Is it all clear? Is everyone fully clothed?"
Logan laughed. "Screw you, Gallagher." He said good-naturedly.
Ben dropped his hands. "Well with the way things were going when I walked in, I was expecting to be greeted by piles of clothes scattered about the rooms." Ben stated with mock shock.
"Yeah right, we are both a little more mature than that."
"She had to go to work didn't she?" Ben asked knowingly.
"Yeah." Logan replied with a sigh.
"Well listen, I know you and Max probably wanted to do something with me tonight since it's my last night. But to bad, I've got a hot waitress from the coffee shop that wants to have dinner with me. So I won't be around." Ben knew the wheels were already turning in Logan's head. "I'm sure you can find something else to do."
"Yeah, I'll figure something out." Logan said soberly, narrowly resisting the urge to do a victory dance. Before Ben had come in Logan was trying to figure out a way to get Ben the hell out of his way so he could spend 'quality' time with Max. Similar to the 'quality' time they had spent together this morning, against his kitchen counter.
When Ben had gone back to the guest room to call his editors on his cell phone, Logan grabbed the phone and punched in a set of very familiar numbers. Not more than three minuets later, Logan's phone rang. "Hello, darling." He said intimately.
"Logan?" The female voice said quizzically.
"Oh, Hi Aunt Margaret." Logan said wincing.
A few minuets after he'd hung up with his aunt, making an excuse to get out of yet another blind date, the phone rang again. "Hello?" He said very carefully this time.
"You rang?" Max said breathlessly. She had been on a run when Logan had paged, and she'd never hauled a*ss to a phone that fast in her life.
"Well, thanks to you, I just inadvertently hit on my aunt." Logan said playfully.
"Ok, whatever you do in your free time is your business." Max said laughing.
"Listen, your having dinner here tonight." Logan said authoritatively.
"Am I? I wasn't aware of this. It is amazing when I make decisions that even I don't know about them, but you magically do." Max said leaning against the side of the phone booth.
"Ben's going out." Logan said evenly.
"8 o'clock good for you?"
Logan was still laughing as they ended the call.
Both Max and Logan had the same frivolous thought.
'What am I going to make for dinner. More importantly, what am I going to wear?'
'What is he going to make for dinner? More importantly, what am I going to wear?'