Save the 'Date'
WHO: Mano y Mano (Logan and John Paul)
WHEN: June the sixth redux, late night to early morning
WHERE: Liberty- the whole damn city
WHAT: Logan's clueless and John's playing for keeps. It's just unfortunate that no one ever told him the movies don't always have it right.
( And pencil me in 'love'. )
WHEN: June the sixth redux, late night to early morning
WHERE: Liberty- the whole damn city
WHAT: Logan's clueless and John's playing for keeps. It's just unfortunate that no one ever told him the movies don't always have it right.
( And pencil me in 'love'. )
Biff laid on his chest, gnawing on Logan's cell phone, muting the alarm which Logan had programmed earlier to wake him up for that bite to eat with John. When he received the kiwi's message, the first feeling was disappointment that they couldn't spend the day together. Then came the anticipation as he waited for day to turn into evening. With no other calls coming, no leads on the gang who beat up Kimmy and Vash out of commission due to being sick (and once he recovered, Logan was ready to kick him back into bed, break something or two for wrecking his beautiful car), the Aussie didn't have much else to do but rummage through his clothes and find something suitable to wear.
Then he realized what he was doing and immediately stopped. Biff had looked at him from the corner of the room with disappointed. Logan then decided that the white shirt and jeans he threw on that morning was good enough and went into the living room where he found Raivis and decided to busy himself with his room mate.
But then somehow the conversation steered to a certain sheepshagging bastard and then Logan couldn't stop talking about him. He stopped himself when he started complimenting John, actually speaking well of the man, then grabbed himself a beer to help regain his senses. Since it was still rather early, he decided to take a nap (setting the alarm on his phone) since it was better than being awake and thinking about John fucking Paul. When Logan slept he didn't think and he rarely dreamt.
So the only reason he woke up without the aid of an alarm was because of a startling dream that had him jolting awake. Though by the time he was groggily rubbing at his eyes, he had forgotten all about it. He laid on the couch sleepily for a few moments until he noticed how dark it was outside and jumped off the couch, Biff dropping ungracefully to the floor. Logan grabbed his cell phone from the koala's mouth (who put up a bit of a fight) and cursed when he checked the time.
He splashed cold water on his face at the kitchen sink, quickly wiping it off with a hand towel, then grabbed his jacket and was out the door, quickly checking his pockets for his wallet which was luckily in the inside pocket of his jacket. He jogged up to the car but stopped just before the door to admire it's beauty.
"She's a beaut mate!" Logan said with a grin when he opened the door and stuck his head inside. When he took a seat, he gave John an apologetic smile and said "Oi, sorry about that. Hope ya weren't waiting long." He then took a good look at John and couldn't help giving him a low whistle, his shit eating grin back at full force.
"Well take a squizz at you! Yer looking spunky! Is this how ya dress when ya havin' bizzo with the rellies? Or is this all fer me?"
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"All for you, bugalugs." And it was- it really was more than the sarcasm leaking off his lips in waves. For all the heckling, if Logan only listened, it would have been evident- had to have been- how much truth was bleeding into that.
Well beyond a deaf daft fool like this one, however, to detect even a scrap of subsurface emotion. If the man recognized the appreciative gaze with dubious intent lingering on his disheveled hair or his casually thrown on clothing for what it was, John would have smacked him upside the head with a nasty leftie and kissed him on the spot. This was the idiot he had found himself fancying and if their time together had taught him anything at all, it was that the shooting of a mutant dingo eating the heroine's baby had nothing on the sheer impossibility of courting Logan Mortlock.
The latter could not be solved with clever bits of CG.
John rolled his eyes as he reached across, flung the door open to the passenger's side and waggled his fingers mock 'come hither'. Jabbed the radio dial again with the other hand. "It's get in or go home." He thumped a palm against the seat. As bright red as the rest of the car. "You oversleep up there or what, eh. Called ya on the way over, but y'weren't answering. Wasn't sure if you'd maybe gotten a lead or something."
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Did John Paul have any friends other than Logan? The Aussie never really thought about it but getting around to it now it just seemed unfair that he'd have to share the Kiwi. He was pretty damn sure he met him first.
Wait, that's a bit childish.
Pushing those thoughts way back in the corner of his mind, Logan showed John Biff's temporary chew toy (pretty much what was left of his cell phone) before tugging it back in his pocket. "I was takin' a damn fine nap and the little basterd startin' chewing on it!" Of course all of Biff's shenanigans entertained Logan so he snorted a laugh, not at all angry that his cell phone now had wires sticking out of the plastic.
Logan allowed himself another lingering gaze of John's form and he came to the conclusion that "Yer dressed all spunky and look at me! I look like a dero compared to ya!" He reached out and snatched onto John's tie, pulled it out of John's jacket and roughly tugged on it. He then hooked a finger into the knot and tried to figure out how to untie the damn thing.
When it finally let loose, Logan made a loud triumphant sound and yanked the tie right off John Paul. And as Logan never tied a tie in his life, he placed it around his neck in a crude knot (like it were a rope) then grinned in victory.
He looked at himself in the side view mirror as he straightened the tie. "There ya go, I look damn good if I say so myself. So where we goin' mate?"
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He wished he could see the little bugger n-
-o tie. John gaped at the feeling of fabric caressing his neck, slithering around it, away from it, dangling in Logan's fingers as the man clumsily tried yanking it off. He wasn't quite capable of comprehensive speech yet, merely opening and closing his mouth very subtly while a riled up Aussie did strange hand motions, looking utterly ridiculous in the process.
Worse, when he managed to take the damned thing off. Worse still when he transformed it into a miniature noose around his own neck.
Which John felt very keen on strangling at the moment.
Or biting. Or a bit of both.
He coughed discreetly to the side when Logan spouted more nonsense, chuckling with a rather convincing cheer as he shifted gear to drive and set them en route. "It's not for take-aways, if that's what you're wondering."
A brief indulgence in his peripheral vision- note, his tie, the sinewy muscles in Logan's throat- resulted in the abrupt slamming of the brake as a flash of red brought him back to the road just in time to spare his baby from a nasty prang. That the biker crossing between his car and the next had been saved as well, served as an additional reminder he needed to start thinking straight.
"Y'know that great Pacific place with the prawn on the barbie? That's where we're headin'. Best surf n' turf in the city, from what I've heard. Lobsters so big, you'll bust a gut eating one."
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And being driven around just made him miss his own baby even more.
Logan held back a sniffle as the image of his poor baby, wrecked, damaged, and with no chance of looking the same ever again, conjured in his head. He bumped his head against the window as a futile attempt to rid himself of the image.
Then John mentioned food and every awful thought in his head flew out of his head in focus for a much urgent issue, his growling stomach.
"Haven't heard of it but sounds grouse! Glad we're not going to some bloody cactus eatery like Outback. I've tasted shit better than what they bloody serve!"
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A swerve on a right at such a traffic regulated point re-launched Logan back into the glass, unwittingly flinging the remainder of vehicular slaughter that hadn't been murdered by hunger to the furthest outreaches of his mind from whence, for the continuation of the evening, there would be no return.
Not regarding his 'baby'. While John's sleek little mistress rocketed down the street at sinfully illegal speeds, however, Logan had ample opportunity to imagine an entirely new, equally as horrific scenario of twisted, burning metal. Cherry painted death.
The Kiwi seriously had to wipe that ridiculous cockiness off his features and at least try not to kill them before they could stuff their stomaches to bursting. Unfortunate that 'Outback' managed to eek it's way over John's bemused cackling for the probability abruptly became far less likely either of them would be exiting John's car with all limbs or cognitive functioning in tact. They screeched to a stop with a whiplash of epic levels jolting them forward. One forehead slammed against the steering wheel for a distressingly long angry honk at the old woman in the Sedan ahead. The other, crashed noisily into the glove department, subsequently opening it and scattering its contents all over the floor.
"Never." John gritted out as he put them back in first gear, "Utter that name again."
It was the last coherent speech that passed between them until they ground to another stop- much milder, far less suicidal- several minutes later in the sanctity of a parking garage with strictly enforced speed limits.
"So tell me what you've been up to. Haven't had a chance to have a good yack with ya in too long." Both feet planted firmly on the asphalt, John gave his car door an affectionate pat as he reached to lock it. He sent a glance over the roof to the visibly rattled Aussie, laughed for a job well done, then crossed around to drape his arm playfully over Logan's shoulders. "Ha ha, what, did that strop get ya wanting t'spew?"
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