A/N: Takes place after Guy Talk chapter 16, A Change Is Gonna Do You Good.
"I talked to Ryder yesterday," Josef told Mick. "He's definitely staying in South America."
"Is he still doing tech work for you?"
"Not anymore. He's getting too busy with local work. It's not ideal at that distance anyway. Sometimes I need to talk with absolute security."
"Maybe Logan could help."
"Can I trust him? What do you know about him?"
"He was at Harvard with Bill Gates and his girlfriend is a Cleaner."
"Excellent credentials but doesn't he live in a basement?"
"I'll have him invite us over. You can see his setup and decide then."
Logan's pupils were suspiciously dilated when Mick and Josef arrived. "Are you on something?" Mick asked.
"Just some weed to calm down," Logan admitted. "Job interviews make me nervous. Did I blow it already?"
"Bring it out," Josef replied. "We'll see."
"Can't smoke in here, it screws with the environmental controls." Logan led the way to a room with an exhaust vent. "I've got bean bags," he said, tossing them to Mick and Josef from a stack in the corner.
"I'm having a flashback," Mick said.
Josef demonstrated his expertise at rolling a joint which he then lit with a very expensive lighter. "This is good shit as they used to say. Reminds me of Woodstock."
"You were at Woodstock?" Logan asked. "So was I!"
They eyed each other, squinting a little, adjusting for hair and clothes in 1969.
"Did you have pointed ears?" Josef asked uncertainly.
"I was a Vulcan. Before Star Wars there was Star Trek," Logan replied. "You were using the bummer tent as a concession stand."
"Man does not live by dope alone. But a vampire can live off of dopers." Josef laughed.
Mick had been quietly puffing. "I missed Woodstock. I missed a lot of fun in the '60s. Coraline and I were in the middle of a reconciliation. Now that was a bad trip."
"We were wandering around a muddy field in upstate New York and you were getting laid in L.A." Josef reminded him.
"It sounds better than it was," Mick replied mournfully.
"He doesn't loosen up when he gets stoned," Josef explained to Logan. "He just gets gloomy."
"You remember 8 tracks?" Mick asked. "Coraline had a tape player by the bed and she played classical crap."
"During sex?" Logan inquired with interest.
"Yeah. It was composed by some guy she did 200 years ago."
"Aw, man." Logan was sympathetic.
"I always thought 'Time of the Season' was a good song for sex," Josef said. "There's a line I particularly like."
Mick and Logan looked at each other, lips moving as they went through the song silently. They nodded and sang out loud when they got to "Who's your daddy? Is he rich, is he rich like me?"
"Appropriate, isn't it?" Josef laughed again. It was almost a giggle.
"I don't have a favorite song for sex," Mick said.
"Let's Get It On," Logan suggested.
"Long Cool Woman In A Black Dress," Josef said. "Dedicated to Sandrina."
Mick pulled out his cell phone and punched a number. When Beth answered he told her, "Thank you for not playing music written by guys you slept with."
"Don't thank me yet. I know a guy in a band. Is Josef interviewing Logan?"
"10-4 good buddy," replied Mick who had a fondness for CB radios back in the day.
"Are you all right?"
"I'm getting there."
"You sound strange."
"Gotta go." Mick ended the call. "I shouldn't have called. She's suspicious."
Josef's cell phone buzzed. Logan immediately put out his joint and jumped up, waving his hands ineffectually at the smoke.
"My phone is ringing, not your doorbell," Josef told him.
"Right." Logan looked confused. "I thought the fuzz was making a raid."
Josef checked his caller ID. "Is this a long cool woman in a black dress?"
"Are you drunk?" Sandrina asked.
"I am not," Josef said, enunciating carefully.
"Is Mick with you? Beth is worried about him."
"He's here. He's fine."
"Then what's up?"
"Well ... me."
"If you're not drunk, you're high so I assume you mean up chemically not sexually."
"Why can't it be both?"
"I'm going to ignore that." Sandrina wasn't a practicing psychiatrist right now but she had snapped into doctor mode. "What are you on?"
"Just a little pot."
In the background Sandrina could hear Logan sing "I'm a joker," Mick followed with "I'm a smoker" and Josef added "I'm a midnight toker" then they all laughed.
"More than a little if you've reached the silly stage. You and Mick are not driving. Beth and I will pick you up."
"Yes, mom."
"Hsss." Sandrina hung up.
Josef was left looking at his phone. "She hissed at me."
"You called her mom," Mick reminded him.
"In the '60s I would have called her my old lady."
"Try that next time," Mick suggested. "I'm sure she'll like it better."
"Logan?" A female voice and footsteps on the stairs. "How did it go?"
"We're back here," Logan called out.
Kali came in. "I didn't mean to interrupt. Mr. Kostan, Mr. St John," she said, acknowledging Logan's guests.
"Call me Mick," Mick invited.
"And I'm Josef. No need to be formal. No humans here, just us vampires."
Kali took in the situation and looked at Logan with disapproval. Logan ignored the look and offered his joint. She sighed and took it. "If I don't join you I'll be mad at you."
Logan's doorbell buzzed. "Your phone is ringing," he told Josef.
"It's your doorbell this time. Our old ladies are here."
Kali went to let them in. Beth was amused. "Reminds me of 'pot' luck suppers in college. No one brought a casserole if you know what I mean."
"What a great girlfriend," Mick said admiringly. "You're not mad."
"Oh, honey, it's not the first time I've thought you were dopey," Beth said with affection. "Come on, let's go home."
"Did I get the job?" Logan asked as Josef and Sandrina were leaving.
"Stop by my office tomorrow night. I have a project for you. It'll be a trial run."
Sandrina drove Josef's Ferrari. He slipped sideways until his head was on her shoulder. "I'm sleepy. And hungry," he mumbled. He hummed quietly.
Sandrina kissed his hair. "Have a nap until we get home. Then some fresh blood and we'll go to bed."
Sandy was thinking she could wear that black nightgown. It was like a long slip and it tangled around her legs. But Jo-Jo seemed to have a fixation tonight and she felt like indulging him. Besides, she wouldn't be wearing it for long.
Back in the basement, Logan put on a Marvin Gaye CD and smiled at Kali.
