Title: Alone
Author: Kayla
Request: For idolessrainbow who asked for a Dick, Logan/Veronica piece where Dick says, "I'd tap that," referring to Veronica.
Rating: PG-13 (for language)
Characters/Pairing: Dick, Logan/Veronica.
Word Count: 300 (hey, I said drabble)
Spoilers: Through 2x22, but nothing is really mentioned.
Summary: Dick and Logan are drunk and Veronica is slightly pissed.
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"Dude, whatever, I am not drunk. Give me my keys," Dick commands.
"You're slurring," Logan observes.
"You're stumbling," Dick counters.
"Yeah, but I'm not planning on leaving my penthouse. Just crash here."
"What-the-fuck-ever, I crash here and Veronica comes in the middle of night, wanting a good fuck, and I have to listen to moans and shit."
"First off, Veronica's pissed at me. Secondly, we haven't even had sex yet, so no worries," Logan says, with a hint of annoyance.
"What?" Dick says, surprised. "Dude, I would so tap that."
"Whatever, I don't want to talk about it," Logan says.
"Aww," Dick coos. "Who knew drunk Logan would be emo Logan."
"Shut the fuck up. Last time you got drunk, I had to drag your ass away from that 65 year old chick," Logan mocks.
"Dude," Dick yells. "We said we would never talk about that, seriously."
Logan rolls his eyes and begins laughing, "She had purple fucking hair."
Jumping off the couch and jumping a pillow, Dick charged towards Logan.
"AHHH," he yelled.
Logan grabbed a near by magazine and began warding off Dick as the door flew open.
"What the hell are you two doing?" Veronica asks.
"Dude," Dick says. "I told you. Ronnie," Dick greets.
"Hey Dick," Veronica replies, slightly aggravated. "It's 10 o' clock, Logan!"
"Yeah, I know, and?"
"Oh. God. '8 o' clock, I'll meet you at Brio'," she says, imitating Logan. "It was your fucking idea to celebrate our anniversary."
"Shit!" Logan breathes out.
"You two go, Dick will hold down the fort," because wasn't he always left alone now days?