Save the 'Date'

[pride_of_kiwi]

 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.

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[brawldownunder]

Logan was taking a very pleasant nap on the couch

[pride_of_kiwi]

Logan's infectious excitement made John's surly expression pop like an activated grenade, an equivalently as stupid smirk curling up feline-esque on his features. Whistling, the cad.

"All for you, bugalugs." And it was- it really was more than the sarcasm leaking off his lips in waves. For all the heckling, if Logan only listened, it would have been evident- had to have been- how much truth was bleeding into that.

Well beyond a deaf daft fool like this one, however, to detect even a scrap of subsurface emotion. If the man recognized the appreciative gaze with dubious intent lingering on his disheveled hair or his casually thrown on clothing for what it was, John would have smacked him upside the head with a nasty leftie and kissed him on the spot. This was the idiot he had found himself fancying and if their time together had taught him anything at all, it was that the shooting of a mutant dingo eating the heroine's baby had nothing on the sheer impossibility of courting Logan Mortlock.The latter could not be solved with clever bits

Ah yes forgot to point out: Your talking with yourse-elf *dancing with myself tune*

[brawldownunder]

Logan plopped into the car, sliding the seat back to make more room for his legs. The seat was slid much too close to the dashboard, did this man give ride to midgets or just had very short friends. Perhaps a lady friend

You can dance if you want to, you can leave your friends be-hi-iiiind~

[pride_of_kiwi]

It had taken nearly a year, but John felt fairly confident he had managed to suss the tiny creature's festering hatred for him. Hate, or just very strong animosity bordering on fear. Could have been the numerous beady eyed, homicidal glares. Could have just been the fact that every time Logan was set to meet up with him, the koala was always dashing off from nicking a pair of pants or damaging a perfectly functional, exceptionally pricey camera lens. Something always went wrong and while John prized himself on being rather sharp, this particular puzzle proved him to be relatively thick when the variable of envious marsupials got added in

Well it certainly forced my head to make good friends with the glove compartment

[brawldownunder]

Logan pressed a palm to his forehead to relieve the oncoming slaughter of pain because fuck me dead that hurt. He flailed an arm until his hand caught cloth and he pulled John in closer by the collar. Resting his forehead against the other male's cheek, Logan inhaled deeply to regain his bearings then pressed his mouth to John's ear and

The more the merrier, mate. Let's try for the window shield next time.

[pride_of_kiwi]

Retrospectively, blatantly ogling the man's ass while they were in a fairly busy lot may not have been as keen an idea as initially presumed. In fact, it was a terrible idea. A horrible, absolutely awful idea.

Not the suit's fault at all that the temperature started resembling an oven at 204 Celsius.

"Nah-" John coughed into a fist, unhooking the topmost button of his dress shirt as he nimbly raised a leg to kick at the other man's distraction of a rear. Amazing the things one noticed when denial finally fucked off. "I think maybe you're just a bit away with the fairies on that one, eh."

He was able to navigate the restaurant- praise be to the Marathon for its dim lighting- with no further opportunities for social damnation but after sitting for several moments at a surprisingly intimate table for two with Logan, a pair of menus and a couple of glasses filled with a delectable red wine, his instincts started screaming.

Do something, John. Say something, John."Oi, what do you think about some calamari before the rib-eye

[brawldownunder]

The closer they got to the restaurant, the more Logan realized it was one of those eateries. The type that with waiters, leather-bound menus, and those fancy napkins neatly folded into triangles. They were the type that Logan liked to stay away from. And this was his first time actually being in one

[pride_of_kiwi]

Better yet, they would have had a nice pit in the back for John to crawl into and a good ton of dirt to toss overhead. There was the waiter, cursing under his breath about 'fucking bastard' wanting his 'fucking napkins' and there, all around them, was the whole sodding establishment staring once again. No doubt at the encore performance to follow their relatively impromptu entrance, to which John gave them all a nervous laugh as he hid his face behind a menu.

"Ah, don't worry about it. Really. It'll-" Stain. Feel incredibly uncomfortable and otherwise make him look infinitely more absurd than he already did, "Dry."

The git didn't listen, however, but oh, what a shock. Another instance he could equate their outing to his work with artisans of all genres. Those men and women who did not 'hear' but rather, absorbed what they chose to and spat out everything else. This was one of them. A bit different, but definitely one of them