Throwing a party was a lot more work than Logan had anticipated, and he found himself grateful for a change that Jack had so many friends. Decorating wasn't so bad, and it went by faster with the help of Prior and Maureen, but food... Well, anyone who had ever tasted Logan's attempts at anything other than pancakes or bacon would be glad to know
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"Shit, sorry," he muttered. "You okay?" he asked, knowing he hadn't nudged the guy hard but attempting to be polite.
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"You're Logan," he said, peering up at him. "The guy with the dog, and the husband."
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He paused a beat and tried for something a little less rude.
"Sorry, I can't seem to remember your name," he admitted, awkwardly offering the man his hand.
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Granted, the kind of 'together' that still included in the definition no sex, and that still included Alcuin in there somewhere... but for right now, for this one party, Prior felt like it was something normal.
Still, he didn't want to be clingy, so at some point he left Scotty talking to someone and wandered over to get a drink, thinking that maybe he should be social himself.
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"So...you two worked things out?"
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Time to do something about that. He'd donned his favourite shirt, and a grass skirt he'd found in the clothes box a few weeks ago and had been just waiting for an opportunity to wear (well, with legs as good as his, why not flaunt them?), and intended to mingle the heck out of this gathering. Never mind the ungrammatical nature of that statement.
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"And how are you, this fine summer-or-whatever-season-it-is-here's day?"
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She made a little bit extra food the night before, which she dropped off before going back to change into a skirt Jack had admired once and returning to Bohemia and smiling at everyone she saw.
Four years on an island really was something to celebrate, after all.
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"Lydia, Lydia, say, have you met Lydia, Lydia the tattooed lady? She has eyes that folks adore so, and a torso even more so," he sang, and ended with a flourish, sticking a breadstick in his mouth in lieu of a cigar. He bit off the end, swallowed, and grinned. "Hey there."
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She chuckled and raised an eyebrow at him. "Hey yourself. Name's not Lydia, though, sorry."
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