Poker, you game? (3/7)
Day+10
Mac's hand were flying above the keyboard. It was always an impressive thing to witness. “Here, I'm done.”
Logan leaned over her shoulder.
“All set, all bug and trojan free.”
He pecked her temple. “Su-weet.”
She chuckled.
“Open bar for you missy...”
She grinned at the offering but shook her head. No thanks. The last time she drank... well, you'd just have to ask the tall figure spread on the sofa, a TV magazine on his chest, eyes closed as he was sleeping.
Veronica closed the book she had been attempting to read with a heavy sigh. “I do declare... prereading sucks.”
Logan gave an appreciative nod and closed his laptop. “Well, guys, I may have an idea to lighten your mood.”
Wallace looked up expectantly. “Card game?” He slapped his book shut with a smile.
“Money?”
Veronica chuckled as Logan went pale. “You crazy, I want to keep my fortune. Maybe another time, when Veronica isn’t here.” Mac grinned. V was kick ass at every card game you could invent.
“Dude.” Logan threw a tennis ball -that had been resting there, on the living room's table, god knows why- at Dick, who growled, showing he wasn't asleep since he had almost caught it in flight. Dick raised a brow at his bff. “Hm?”
Logan raised his chin. “Poker?”
Mac bit her bottom lip, looking at the table with attention, until she heard Dick clearing his throat by her side. She looked up to find him giving her a quick grin and he dropped on the seat next to her. Oh fate. She rubbed her face to hide her own grin.
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“You're peeking!!” Mac yelped, hiding her cards.
“Am not!” Dick protested, looking as innocent as possible, which he couldn't manage that much.
She just pouted at him, giving the urge to jump her and catch those lips. Dude, what did she do to me?
He just wanted to touch her every time. Like, every single fucking second.
“Do not cheat, Dick.” Logan cut in, trying to peek over Veronica's shoulder.
Wallace sighed. “Am I the only one actually playing by the rules?”
Mac fished her vibrating cell. “Yep, you are...”
She frowned at the caller ID. Luvah. I really should change this. She hadn't yet, cause she didn't know into what. Dick seemed wrong and well, busted if someone checked out the callers IDs. “Do too, but not at what you think.” She blushed, looking down her tank top. Oh.
She texted back, quickly and pocketed her cell. “Stop that, this is actual poker.”
She looked up to find Veronica studying her, she realized she was grinning and shrugged. “My brother... I think he laid his hand on my mom's cell again.”
Logan grinned, and Dick uttered an ironic “Right.” which no one thought of attributing to the text message he'd just discreetly read.
Mac blushed deeply when Dick's knee went brushing her leg and cleared her throat. “Who's turn?”
Wallace watched them as he played and sighed, leaning further in his seat. The strangest things.
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Day+15
Logan ruffled his hair, looking around the place for his ringing cell phone. He found it under a pillow in the sofa and picked up. “Yeah, Dick ?” he greeted simply, dropping on the couch. When was he going to wake up from his freaking nap induced haze.
“Lo, ya alone?”
“Yup.”
He heard Dick's sigh. “Sure?”
He frowned, since when his bff didn't trust him? “Absolutely. What's up?”
He ran a hand in his hair again, and hoped his feet on the coffee table. “Dude, can I trust you with a secret?”
Logan sat up, startled. “Sure, Dick. You're asking freakin' dumb questions.”
“Even from Ronnie?” Logan winced. Not sharing something with the cute little blonde that stole his heart was something really hard. Had he done something stupid? “Dude, be cool.”
Logan knew his friend, he had something important to say if he was making all this mystery. “Yeah, ok. Tell me.”
“No, this isn't something to say. But to show. I'm on my way, see ya in a sec.”
Logan didn't have the time to agree, Dick had already hung up. He frowned, and stood up, coffee needed. He was making it when he heard a knock at the door. He went to open it, getting more confused by the instant. “Dude, why are you even knock-...”
Logan trailed off at the sight. Dick was there, obviously. Surprisingly, so was Mac. But the most disturbing thing, the thing that knocked the wind out of him, the thing he couldn't process and yet made sense, was the fact that Dick's arm was thrown over Mac's shoulder and he was toying with her fingers. “Oh, shit, I'm awake now!”
He let them in, since, yeah, Dick lived here anyway... And tried to wrap his mind around that. They sat around the table, and he had completely forgotten about coffee. “So, when you went.... shopping or... on hot dates... it was... always the same girl, right?”
Dick nodded. It was strange how he was seeking his best friend's approval. But he valued their friendship beyond every thing and felt like it was the same for Logan. “Does Beav know?”
“Pretty much since the beginning.” Logan scratched his chin.
Suddenly his eyes widened. “Don't tell me the rumors are true!”
“What rumors?” Mac looked up at Dick.
“You and me at the Grand's bar, grad night. Or you and me at the coffee house.”
Dick remained blank, Logan added. “They say the break up was because Mac left Beaver hanging to go with you.”
“Fuck.” Dick toyed nervously with Mac's fingers.
“Shit, that's true?”
Mac cut in. “No. Not... really.” She got up and started pacing. “Let's start with a correction... he dumped me.” Logan winced, remembering the reason Dick had given him and Veronica.
“And Dick saw me. Instead of letting me drive home, he bought me a drink.”
Dick sighed. “We kinda drank the crappy night out.”
“And we did the dumbest thing.”
“You slept together.” Logan stated.
“No!” she exclaimed.
“Or yes, if you ask Beav.” Dick pointed out.
Logan rubbed his face, headache coming back. “Wai-wai-wait. Rewind. Go back to the drinking part. What was the stupidest thing?”
Mac sat on the edge of the couch. “I..we... got revenge.”
Logan nodded. “How ?”
“Well, that's when the sleeping together part comes on stage. See, for him, we did it. But we didn't.” Mac shook her head, seeing Logan's face. “We kicked him out of the room, locked ourselves in.”
“Ohh...”
Dick grinned at Logan. “I figured, my bro's a jackass... get back at him. And we stayed in the room, you know... to make him think.” he eyed Mac. “And got... kinda got caught up in the moment.”
“I see.” Logan huffed. “Well... I get it now. Why you came to live here and all.” Mac looked down sheepishly. Logan's face lightened, remembering how quiet Dick had been at the time Mac, Veronica and Wallace had come. “Oh, hence the poker face the other day!”
Mac giggled, and Dick grinned. “Yeah, she's so good.” Logan watched them, unsure of what that meant.
“Forget it.” Mac whispered to him.
“Happily.”
Dick pulled Mac off balance and gathered her on his lap, nuzzling in her neck.
“SHIT! How am I supposed to hide that from Veronica??”
His bff shot him the look. “Dude, you promised.”
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Mac's hand were flying above the keyboard. It was always an impressive thing to witness. “Here, I'm done.”
Logan leaned over her shoulder.
“All set, all bug and trojan free.”
He pecked her temple. “Su-weet.”
She chuckled.
“Open bar for you missy...”
She grinned at the offering but shook her head. No thanks. The last time she drank... well, you'd just have to ask the tall figure spread on the sofa, a TV magazine on his chest, eyes closed as he was sleeping.
Veronica closed the book she had been attempting to read with a heavy sigh. “I do declare... prereading sucks.”
Logan gave an appreciative nod and closed his laptop. “Well, guys, I may have an idea to lighten your mood.”
Wallace looked up expectantly. “Card game?” He slapped his book shut with a smile.
“Money?”
Veronica chuckled as Logan went pale. “You crazy, I want to keep my fortune. Maybe another time, when Veronica isn’t here.” Mac grinned. V was kick ass at every card game you could invent.
“Dude.” Logan threw a tennis ball -that had been resting there, on the living room's table, god knows why- at Dick, who growled, showing he wasn't asleep since he had almost caught it in flight. Dick raised a brow at his bff. “Hm?”
Logan raised his chin. “Poker?”
Mac bit her bottom lip, looking at the table with attention, until she heard Dick clearing his throat by her side. She looked up to find him giving her a quick grin and he dropped on the seat next to her. Oh fate. She rubbed her face to hide her own grin.
¤¤¤
“You're peeking!!” Mac yelped, hiding her cards.
“Am not!” Dick protested, looking as innocent as possible, which he couldn't manage that much.
She just pouted at him, giving the urge to jump her and catch those lips. Dude, what did she do to me?
He just wanted to touch her every time. Like, every single fucking second.
“Do not cheat, Dick.” Logan cut in, trying to peek over Veronica's shoulder.
Wallace sighed. “Am I the only one actually playing by the rules?”
Mac fished her vibrating cell. “Yep, you are...”
She frowned at the caller ID. Luvah. I really should change this. She hadn't yet, cause she didn't know into what. Dick seemed wrong and well, busted if someone checked out the callers IDs. “Do too, but not at what you think.” She blushed, looking down her tank top. Oh.
She texted back, quickly and pocketed her cell. “Stop that, this is actual poker.”
She looked up to find Veronica studying her, she realized she was grinning and shrugged. “My brother... I think he laid his hand on my mom's cell again.”
Logan grinned, and Dick uttered an ironic “Right.” which no one thought of attributing to the text message he'd just discreetly read.
Mac blushed deeply when Dick's knee went brushing her leg and cleared her throat. “Who's turn?”
Wallace watched them as he played and sighed, leaning further in his seat. The strangest things.
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Day+15
Logan ruffled his hair, looking around the place for his ringing cell phone. He found it under a pillow in the sofa and picked up. “Yeah, Dick ?” he greeted simply, dropping on the couch. When was he going to wake up from his freaking nap induced haze.
“Lo, ya alone?”
“Yup.”
He heard Dick's sigh. “Sure?”
He frowned, since when his bff didn't trust him? “Absolutely. What's up?”
He ran a hand in his hair again, and hoped his feet on the coffee table. “Dude, can I trust you with a secret?”
Logan sat up, startled. “Sure, Dick. You're asking freakin' dumb questions.”
“Even from Ronnie?” Logan winced. Not sharing something with the cute little blonde that stole his heart was something really hard. Had he done something stupid? “Dude, be cool.”
Logan knew his friend, he had something important to say if he was making all this mystery. “Yeah, ok. Tell me.”
“No, this isn't something to say. But to show. I'm on my way, see ya in a sec.”
Logan didn't have the time to agree, Dick had already hung up. He frowned, and stood up, coffee needed. He was making it when he heard a knock at the door. He went to open it, getting more confused by the instant. “Dude, why are you even knock-...”
Logan trailed off at the sight. Dick was there, obviously. Surprisingly, so was Mac. But the most disturbing thing, the thing that knocked the wind out of him, the thing he couldn't process and yet made sense, was the fact that Dick's arm was thrown over Mac's shoulder and he was toying with her fingers. “Oh, shit, I'm awake now!”
He let them in, since, yeah, Dick lived here anyway... And tried to wrap his mind around that. They sat around the table, and he had completely forgotten about coffee. “So, when you went.... shopping or... on hot dates... it was... always the same girl, right?”
Dick nodded. It was strange how he was seeking his best friend's approval. But he valued their friendship beyond every thing and felt like it was the same for Logan. “Does Beav know?”
“Pretty much since the beginning.” Logan scratched his chin.
Suddenly his eyes widened. “Don't tell me the rumors are true!”
“What rumors?” Mac looked up at Dick.
“You and me at the Grand's bar, grad night. Or you and me at the coffee house.”
Dick remained blank, Logan added. “They say the break up was because Mac left Beaver hanging to go with you.”
“Fuck.” Dick toyed nervously with Mac's fingers.
“Shit, that's true?”
Mac cut in. “No. Not... really.” She got up and started pacing. “Let's start with a correction... he dumped me.” Logan winced, remembering the reason Dick had given him and Veronica.
“And Dick saw me. Instead of letting me drive home, he bought me a drink.”
Dick sighed. “We kinda drank the crappy night out.”
“And we did the dumbest thing.”
“You slept together.” Logan stated.
“No!” she exclaimed.
“Or yes, if you ask Beav.” Dick pointed out.
Logan rubbed his face, headache coming back. “Wai-wai-wait. Rewind. Go back to the drinking part. What was the stupidest thing?”
Mac sat on the edge of the couch. “I..we... got revenge.”
Logan nodded. “How ?”
“Well, that's when the sleeping together part comes on stage. See, for him, we did it. But we didn't.” Mac shook her head, seeing Logan's face. “We kicked him out of the room, locked ourselves in.”
“Ohh...”
Dick grinned at Logan. “I figured, my bro's a jackass... get back at him. And we stayed in the room, you know... to make him think.” he eyed Mac. “And got... kinda got caught up in the moment.”
“I see.” Logan huffed. “Well... I get it now. Why you came to live here and all.” Mac looked down sheepishly. Logan's face lightened, remembering how quiet Dick had been at the time Mac, Veronica and Wallace had come. “Oh, hence the poker face the other day!”
Mac giggled, and Dick grinned. “Yeah, she's so good.” Logan watched them, unsure of what that meant.
“Forget it.” Mac whispered to him.
“Happily.”
Dick pulled Mac off balance and gathered her on his lap, nuzzling in her neck.
“SHIT! How am I supposed to hide that from Veronica??”
His bff shot him the look. “Dude, you promised.”
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