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'. )
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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