Summary: Logan loses his computer. He phoned Max, who wouldn't listen to him. So now he has to enlist the help of someone else.
Seriously OOC. Read at your own risk. Logan bashing. Really short.
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It had been at least two hours, in Bling's opinion. Two whole entire hours filled with crazy maniacal rants about how Eyes Only could not, and should not be hung up on. Sheesh. The guy was obsessed. Sitting there in his wheelchair in the middle of his penthouse, he looked…scary. But didn't he always?
His gold wire glasses sat askew on the edge of his nose, and his blood-shot squinty eyes looked angry. He lifted his hand to gesture frantically, spittle flying all over the place. The scratchy purple sweater he wore just helped to complement his army-green slacks. Not. Bling's nose wrinkled.
"-People should respect what Eyes Only has done for the city, for God's sake. There has to be someone to fight the good fight, and of course Eyes Only-Are you frowning at me, Bling? No, of course not. Nobody would frown on me if they knew I was Eyes Only. As I was saying, Eyes Only will-"
Bling rolled his eyes. Talk about self-centered. And did anybody else ever notice that Logan repeated Eye Only at least once every sentence?
"Logan."
"What? Why are you interrupting Eyes Only? See, that's the problem. Nobody ever listens to the important-"
"Have you ever thought of calling someone else?"
Logan blinked. At least he had stopped talking about himself.
"Like who?"
"Alec." Bling explained patiently, as if to a slow-witted child, which, in this case, is probably accurate.
"Him? He's an unreliable, insufferable jerk. Or at least that's what Max said."
Silence.
"Sure, Logan. Then let's just sit on our hands and stare out the window, waiting for the computer to fly through, huh?"
"That's a good idea, actually."
More silence.
"Actually, that's a pretty stupid idea."
Bling stared. Logan actually had an intelligent thought, never mind that any 6-year old could figure it out.
A beat.
"We could pray to the Blue Lady!"
"Who's that?"
"Something Max told me about once."
"Oh."
Wheeling over to the window, Logan turned his hopeful, squinty, but also shining eyes towards the heavens.
"Dear Blue Lady, we sincerely hope that you grant Logan Cale, who is coincidentally the all-powerful Eyes Only, who saves the downtrodden and the opressed masses, and who regularly feeds stray cat burglars who come breaking in his apartment. He also unearthed the lying schemes and plots of local politicians-"
Bling buried his head in his hands and groaned. Not again.
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