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Who: Claire & Logan
When: Tonight. Late, late tonight.
Where: Top of the clock tower
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Logan is a warning all in himself.
Summary: Claire brings pizza and beer to Logan. He'd better be dressed up.
All in all, Claire had experienced a very good night. She had gone out on a successful and only slightly awkward date with Ron, she had discovered she had a stalker, and she was getting to see Logan. Sure, getting to see him came attached with the fact that she had to bring pizza and beer along. And sure, her money was now completely gone until she got paid next. But the price of the pizza and beer from the upper level were more than worth it, to her, as she was getting to spend time around one of her favorite people. She could recall that their last time seeing one another before she left hadn't exactly been pleasant, and she was wanting to make up for that. She was four years older now, and although she wasn't entirely mature, she figured she'd be slightly better company.
She was glad that the upper level curfew didn't apply to her as she made her way down from the area, a box of pizza balanced atop one hand and six bottles of beer somehow shoved up under her other. The walk down the stairs from the upper level, to the clock tower, and up the stairs that led to the top of the structure had been very trying and hazardous. In between her managing to stumble over and over, and the pizza nearly flying several times, it was a wonder that she made it to the top in one piece, with precious cargo intact.
She only looked around for Logan briefly before setting the items down, and sitting down in between them. She was wearing a skirt that was a little too short to just be sitting around in, but she didn't care. She was tired. Kicking off her sandals, she opened one of the bottles of beer. She was thirsty, and it was the same as water to her, really. Despite the fact it wasn't in any way refreshing, it was better than nothing. Especially when she was waiting for Logan to show up.
If he stood her up, he was getting the guilt trip of the century.
When: Tonight. Late, late tonight.
Where: Top of the clock tower
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Logan is a warning all in himself.
Summary: Claire brings pizza and beer to Logan. He'd better be dressed up.
All in all, Claire had experienced a very good night. She had gone out on a successful and only slightly awkward date with Ron, she had discovered she had a stalker, and she was getting to see Logan. Sure, getting to see him came attached with the fact that she had to bring pizza and beer along. And sure, her money was now completely gone until she got paid next. But the price of the pizza and beer from the upper level were more than worth it, to her, as she was getting to spend time around one of her favorite people. She could recall that their last time seeing one another before she left hadn't exactly been pleasant, and she was wanting to make up for that. She was four years older now, and although she wasn't entirely mature, she figured she'd be slightly better company.
She was glad that the upper level curfew didn't apply to her as she made her way down from the area, a box of pizza balanced atop one hand and six bottles of beer somehow shoved up under her other. The walk down the stairs from the upper level, to the clock tower, and up the stairs that led to the top of the structure had been very trying and hazardous. In between her managing to stumble over and over, and the pizza nearly flying several times, it was a wonder that she made it to the top in one piece, with precious cargo intact.
She only looked around for Logan briefly before setting the items down, and sitting down in between them. She was wearing a skirt that was a little too short to just be sitting around in, but she didn't care. She was tired. Kicking off her sandals, she opened one of the bottles of beer. She was thirsty, and it was the same as water to her, really. Despite the fact it wasn't in any way refreshing, it was better than nothing. Especially when she was waiting for Logan to show up.
If he stood her up, he was getting the guilt trip of the century.