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Taking over the kitchen table hadn't been hard, it was late enough that most of the island had already eaten dinner, and the kitchen was empty other than the occasional coffee drinker and late night snacker. His own cup of coffee was teetering right on the edge of the table top, a disaster just waiting to happen as Logan shuffled his playing cards again and started to deal out a game of solitaire.
At his elbow was a book of card games and tricks that the bookshelf had offered up earlier that afternoon, it's cover slightly bent from being folded back while Logan had studied it. He'd taught himself a new game or two, even a couple of tricks, and as he started to flip his cards over, he couldn't help but glance over at the door, silently hoping for someone to play with. Solitaire was fun and all, but it got old fast.
The island's latest dose of insanity had passed him right by, and other than his brush with Neil, he hadn't really had much trouble. In fact, life was pretty alright for the first time in ages, and Logan was almost smiling as he turned over an ace. There was a glimmer of something in his eye though, a spark of trouble just waiting to happen. For all Logan was all smiles for now, there was always a chance his mood might shift dramatically at any moment. One wrong look, one bad word, and Logan could switch gears faster than a Jaguar on the Autobahn. In fact, the way his lips curled betrayed his true nature, a sly smirk that made it clear he was still looking for trouble. A fight, a bet, maybe just a good time.
Just something that wasn't solitaire.
(Open to all, new and old alike. Great time to meet him.)
At his elbow was a book of card games and tricks that the bookshelf had offered up earlier that afternoon, it's cover slightly bent from being folded back while Logan had studied it. He'd taught himself a new game or two, even a couple of tricks, and as he started to flip his cards over, he couldn't help but glance over at the door, silently hoping for someone to play with. Solitaire was fun and all, but it got old fast.
The island's latest dose of insanity had passed him right by, and other than his brush with Neil, he hadn't really had much trouble. In fact, life was pretty alright for the first time in ages, and Logan was almost smiling as he turned over an ace. There was a glimmer of something in his eye though, a spark of trouble just waiting to happen. For all Logan was all smiles for now, there was always a chance his mood might shift dramatically at any moment. One wrong look, one bad word, and Logan could switch gears faster than a Jaguar on the Autobahn. In fact, the way his lips curled betrayed his true nature, a sly smirk that made it clear he was still looking for trouble. A fight, a bet, maybe just a good time.
Just something that wasn't solitaire.
(Open to all, new and old alike. Great time to meet him.)