"Really? Because if I thought you liked bondage I would have nabbed some handcuffs before we left." I laughed, teasing her lightly. "Veronica Mars, kidding and being generally cruel to hormonally charged eighteen year old boys shouldn't be allowed." Though in general she made me wonder what she did like and what she could possibly want. She'd go between surprising me and confirming my beliefs, but nothing was ever boring with her.
I took a five dollar bill from her hand and slipped it in the machine's bill slot before choosing and getting out two bags of Doritos and a can of Coke from the bottom. "Isn't this like every other night for me?" I asked, "Excluding the lack of pizza pops and daily piece of fruit I eat for you?"
"Too bad there's not like an ice cream vending machine around," I said with a second thought, raising an eyebrow towards her. So, she wasn't the only one who was going to do the teasing tonight. It's occasionally amusing just to watch her squirm. "There is an ice machine around here somewhere though," I replied, a grin rising on my face.
"Cruel? Logan..." I rolled my eyes playfully. "Cruel would be flat out denying any sort of sexual favour indefinitely while teasing you like that." I informed him. "That was just fun." I was starting to feel like I shouldn't have even started us on this particular topic of conversation, because I knew us well enough to know it wouldn't take much convincing for us to take advantage of the freedom being truly, completely alone for the first time since the afternoon on the yacht. Assuming I could stay awake, anyway. I knew I was running on fumes, even if I didn't feel it right now.
"Wow, McDonald's would be a step up in terms of nutritional value..." I smirked to him. "Glad to hear you're sticking to the daily fruit thing, by the way."
"Right. Tragic." I laughed softly as Logan brought up the ice cream and then ice. "Why don't we just see if I'm not falling asleep on my feet once our hair is done? You know, before you start planning to seduce me. Since you had that nice nap and all while I was driving." I pointed out, as we headed back into our room, and I dropped my pile of junk into the table.
I clear my throat with an amused laugh. "Right, Mars, deny me and you pretty much deny yourself," I replied as I flopped onto the bed with my chip bags and Coke. Which was possibly why she didn't specifically deny an sort of sexual favors in general. That and we'd probably much rather be with each other in general when doing those things.
I played with the annoying plasticy sound the chip bag gave off as I moved one of them off the bed to the bedside table with the Coke. The other I put on my stomach and fiddled with the edges. "Completely tragic." I'm here on this bed in mourning, my hair will be soon dressed in black.
"I'm pretty sure I can plan to seduce you while we do our hair." I said absently before tearing the chip bag open and crunching on a Dorito. "It's called multitasking, Veronica."
"Thanks for the newsflash." I rolled my eyes again as I opened my bottle of water and taking a sip. "We'd actually have to prove we have any sort of actual resolve for that to work as a concept anyway." And considering how tempted I was to actually have sex with Logan in the bathroom at school yesterday, if only for a few minutes, I didn't see any sort of resolve happening there. "But like you said, torturing me in the process, and there's not really any fun in that." I laughed, opening one of the chocolate bars.
"Oh, I'm sure you can, too." I nodded, a little more than amused the fact that he still seemed to dislike this hair-dying plan so much, as I munched on the chocolate bar. He was a step away from moping. "I'm pretty convinced you're more than capable of multitasking. Total faith there..."
Well, tomorrow can't possibly be as long as today was. How bad would it be if I was completely exhausted when I fell asleep?
"Just no actual seducing until we're actually done messing with our hair." I smiled.
I took a five dollar bill from her hand and slipped it in the machine's bill slot before choosing and getting out two bags of Doritos and a can of Coke from the bottom. "Isn't this like every other night for me?" I asked, "Excluding the lack of pizza pops and daily piece of fruit I eat for you?"
"Too bad there's not like an ice cream vending machine around," I said with a second thought, raising an eyebrow towards her. So, she wasn't the only one who was going to do the teasing tonight. It's occasionally amusing just to watch her squirm. "There is an ice machine around here somewhere though," I replied, a grin rising on my face.
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"Wow, McDonald's would be a step up in terms of nutritional value..." I smirked to him. "Glad to hear you're sticking to the daily fruit thing, by the way."
"Right. Tragic." I laughed softly as Logan brought up the ice cream and then ice. "Why don't we just see if I'm not falling asleep on my feet once our hair is done? You know, before you start planning to seduce me. Since you had that nice nap and all while I was driving." I pointed out, as we headed back into our room, and I dropped my pile of junk into the table.
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I played with the annoying plasticy sound the chip bag gave off as I moved one of them off the bed to the bedside table with the Coke. The other I put on my stomach and fiddled with the edges. "Completely tragic." I'm here on this bed in mourning, my hair will be soon dressed in black.
"I'm pretty sure I can plan to seduce you while we do our hair." I said absently before tearing the chip bag open and crunching on a Dorito. "It's called multitasking, Veronica."
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"Oh, I'm sure you can, too." I nodded, a little more than amused the fact that he still seemed to dislike this hair-dying plan so much, as I munched on the chocolate bar. He was a step away from moping. "I'm pretty convinced you're more than capable of multitasking. Total faith there..."
Well, tomorrow can't possibly be as long as today was. How bad would it be if I was completely exhausted when I fell asleep?
"Just no actual seducing until we're actually done messing with our hair." I smiled.
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