Logan is sitting at her desk when she gets in. He looks like a mess, dark circles under his eyes and grasping desperately at the travel mug in his hands.
"I thought you weren't going to have sex with him again." She rushes to the office door, but the whole place is empty save for him.
She straightens up and flicks some hair out of her face, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh? So it was some other girl named Mac that fucked Dick into submission and left him alone in some stranger's bedroom?"
"Must have been." She drops her purse into the bottom drawer of her desk and pulls Logan easily out of her seat.
He pulls up a seat on the other side of her desk instead.
"Five hours."
"What?" She looks away from the screen where he's left some casual platformer open.
"Five hours. He complained for five hours. I didn't even know he knew enough words to fill five hours worth of one sided conversation."
Complained?! How dare he, she fucking rocked his world. He had looked down at her with a need that burned her still. When she had slapped him the second time he had fallen apart in a way she wasn't sure anyone else would ever be able to do for him.
"Five hours is a long time to complain about someone's skills..." Her mouth curls unhappily under the words.
She doesn't want to have this conversation with anyone and it burns her that Dick spilled, for hours, about her 'skills', what on earth could he have possibly found lacking?
"Are you shitting me? He complained about you leaving him there."
She doesn't bother to hide the smile that pulls across her face, "What did he feel cheap? Used?"
"He likened himself to a cheap whore. He went into detail about just the kind of whore he thinks you think he is."
"Good, serves him right. How many girls has he made feel the same? I've done women everywhere a solid."
Logan sighs unhappily and pushes himself up from his chair, "He told me how you kissed him..."
The words are soft and tired, and when she looks at him he just shakes his head a little bit.
"And how is that?"
"Like forever." He knocks back what's left of his mug and leaves her.
There was no way she had kissed Dick like that, the way Rodney had kissed her, like she wanted to fall in love with him, kissing him with that deep, shy potential, forever.
It was nonsense.
Nonsense that kept her up all night.
She did not want a forever with Dick Casablancas.
She goes out with Veronica and Wallace with the intention of having a one night stand.
They let the Rodney thing drop pretty easily and she's so thankful that she buys the first round.
Veronica plays wingman and Wallace has drinks with one of his friends from work.
Wallace is going to yell at her, but she sleeps with his coworker anyway.
It's awful.
She wants it to erase the feel of Dick's hands and mouth and... All it does is make her yearn for it instead.
She doesn't finish.
She full on fakes it just so it'll be over.
He wants her to stay the night, but she slips out while he's in the bathroom.
The cab doesn't take her home.
Logan opens the door and she instantly regrets coming over.
"He's not here..."
"Out getting laid?" She asks harshly and Logan avoids answering. She sighs heavily, "Don't tell him about this..."
He nods and closes the door.
She sits on the front curb waiting for a taxi and when it shows up she knows this is the worst night she's had in a long time.
A giggling red head almost falls out of the cab and Dick's arms wrap around her, laughing and keeping her upright. Maybe if she can sneak around the front of the taxi...
"Mac..." Dick seems to freeze, the bundle of red hair and blue dress forgotten in his arms.
"Dick." She tries to slide between him and the open cab door, to freedom.
"Did you come here for me..." He lets go of the red head and grabs a hold of her arm to keep her from running.
She does the only thing she can think of, she denies it, "I was just dropping something off for Logan."
"Without your car?"
"I've been drinking. It's irresponsible to drink and drive Dick." She brushes his hand away, "Enjoy your night. See you around." She knows it's acidic, but she can't help herself. She gets in the cab and goes home, deathly afraid of what that sick feeling in her gut is.
