Thank you for reading and reviewing! I actually was going to make this a Trory, but since people wanted it to be a Rogan, it will be. I actually came up with a new idea of what to do with Tristan, and how he will be interacting with Rory and Logan. So thanks everyone!
"Logan! How nice to see you," Truly Bishop chirped as soon as she saw Logan.
"Hello Mrs. Bishop, congrats on your anniversary." Logan said sweetly and he kissed the older woman's cheek.
"Thank you darling. Go on and get yourself a drink, enjoy the party."
"Will do." Logan said, and set off towards the bar.
He was stopped and made small talk with several party guests along the way. They exchanged pleasantries and went on their way. Nobody mentioned his recent brush with the law. After all, it was not his first and probably not his last. In these circles, those things were never mentioned outside of the privacy of your own home.
He busied himself with making himself a nice scotch drink, when he heard Mrs. Bishop call out a familiar name.
"Oh, Tristan! It's so wonderful to see you. It's been years!" Truly cried, greeting Tristan.
"Well, this just got more interesting," Logan said under his breath.
"Hello Mrs. Bishop. It's been such a long time. Congratulations on your 40th. This looks like a wonderful party." Tristan said, smiling.
"Thank you dear, go on and make yourself comfortable."
"Don't mind if I do." Tristan said, and made his way to the bar.
Logan turned away for a moment, sipping his drink, so Tristan couldn't see his face.
"So when someone tells you to get comfortable, you head straight for the alcohol?" Logan said, turning around and surprising Tristan.
"Well I'll be damned. How have you been, Huntzberger?" Tristan grinned widely.
Logan smiled back and stuck out his free hand.
"Still the same." He said, shaking his old friend's hand.
"I thought for sure I would be stuck making small talk with all these people."
"You and I both." Logan said as they sat down away from the other guests.
"So, Huntzberger, you didn't have any grand summer plans?" Tristan asked, tipping his head back and taking a large swing of scotch.
"I do, but I had to stay home and take care of some things before I left."
"I see." Tristan said.
"Yeah, you know…" Logan said, trailing off.
"So what did you get arrested for?" Tristan said knowingly.
Logan laughed and finished off his drink.
"Stealing a yacht."
"I'm impressed."
"Why thank you. I can't take all the credit though." Logan said.
"That's very humble of you. Who else was there?"
"My girlfriend. It was her idea."
"Got yourself a crazy girl, eh Huntzberger?"
"I wouldn't say that, but she sure has surprised the hell out of me a couple of times."
"Nice. I have to say, you always seemed like you would grow up to be just another Hartford playboy." Tristan said, getting up to freshen up his drink.
"We were 15 the last time we talked, Tristan." Logan said, joining him at the bar.
"Actually, I was 14 and you know I'm right."
"I guess you are, but a man can change."
"True. I got my ass kicked at military school and perhaps now I can become the suit my dad has always wanted me to be."
"Or not." Logan said.
"Or not." Tristan said, clinking his glass with Logan.
"This girl must be something special to make you move on from the…what would you call it, friends with benefits stage?" Tristan asked.
"It started out that way, but yeah, she's special."
"I'll have to meet her sometime."
"You should. Especially if you're going to be around for a while. I don't know how long this whole lawsuit thing will take."
"I'm in Hartford for the long haul. I'm transferring to Yale."
"That's great. I'll have to introduce you to the Life and Death Brigade."
"In Omnia Paratus," Tristan said.
"In Omnia Paratus," Logan said, and they both finished their second glass of scotch.
"So Huntzberger, what is this special girl's name?" Tristan asked.