"You think she'd come to congratulate her own boo for one helluva promotion," she said, pursing her lips.
"I'm sure she'll be here soon," Logan said. Original Cindy hated when he used that tone of voice; she wondered if he knew he was such a bad actor.
Light glittered off a heavily sequined shirt and caught her attention. A flirty smile came to her lips as she examined the wearer of said shirt. "I guess I'll just have to console myself with that hottie over there. Excuse me." Logan watched with fascination as Cindy slinked over to the blonde girl who had caught her eye. Max's nearest and dearest friend walked a fine line between masculinity and femininity that Logan found immensely interesting.
A strong hand clapped Logan on his back, and Alec sat down in the seat Cindy had vacated. "Where's Max?" he asked cheerfully.
"Don't know," Logan said, voice strong with annoyance. This, as much as anything, reinforced Logan's theory that Max and Alec weren't seeing each other. Knowing Max, they probably never were in the first place, and she had made that story up to push Logan away. She could be tricky like that.
"That's too bad," Alec said, though his face never lost its happy-go-lucky expression. "Ooh," he sucked in his breath; it was his version of Cindy's "come hither" pout. He was on the prowl. "Excuse me," he said distractedly, patting Logan's shoulder again as he, too, went off to woo a lady at the bar.
Logan sighed and finished his beer in one long gulp before he grabbed his coat and headed outside to call Max. He couldn't help himself. Left to her own devices she would get into even more trouble.