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[claws_of_rage]

Logan sighs and hangs up the phone, why did shit always happen when he was on a booze run? He loads the booze and snacks up in the back of his truck before flipping his phone open, dialing King's number, mumbling under his breath as it starts to ring. "C'mon fuckbucket, answer your phone."

He climbs in the truck and fires it up, awaiting some damn body to pick up.