WHO: An Aussie, a Kiwi, and a blind man
WHEN: Sunday June 20th
WHERE: John's Flat
WHAT: An angry aussie breaks down the kiwi's door and promptly beats some sense into him.
RATING: G for a good beating
Logan didn't understand why he was here. He couldn't wrap his head around it and honestly didn't want to.
It didn't make any bloody sense why he gave such a dingo's shit about a miserable bloke locked up in his room, drinking his brain cells away. These things happen all the time. Hell, the best way Logan dealt with his misery was with alcohol and it was the best way in his opinion. So normally, he would let John be, deal with the problems on his own, give him a call when everything's dandy again.
But something changed between them that had Logan standing at his front door, glaring holes into the wall, a hand raised to knock hesitantly.
He should just leave. Let the poor drunken bastard deal with his sorrows on his own. He probably had room mates to take care of him already. See Logan, there's no reason for you to be here.
He pulled a fist back and slammed it on the door three times.