PG (swearing Logan)
I don't own anyone. I'm very egalitarian that way.
It's too little.
Please? Pretty please?
Would be longer than the story itself.
Answer to Victoria's challenge on unfitforsociety - character A tells character
B that character C is injured, in 200-250 words. I went a tad over
that, but stayed under 300, so I don't know if it still counts. I suck
Are you in?"
Where the hell have you been?"
Jubes and the gang. I know I'm a little late."
It's two in the fuckin' a.m. I was just about to go out lookin' for ya.
You didn't call, dammit!"
I know. And I'm sorry. But we, uh, ran into a little trouble.
Jubes got hurt."
guys all decided they wanted to try to use their fake IDs to get into a really
divey bar, and - "
want you in and outta bars. Dammit, you don't know what kinda shit
you might get into!"
you've taken me to a bar."
You're with me. Nobody's gonna try any shit. Those little kids
- what're they gonna do if there's trouble, huh?"
something pretty much like what they did tonight when Jubes mouthed off to
a big, muscular biker and started a bar-clearing brawl. She got her
nose broken, everybody panicked, and we had to take her to the hospital.
I meant to be back sooner, but it took forever in the emergency room, and
fine, I - "
C'mere and let me take a look atcha."
really. You know me - I'm always the voice of reason in these things.
Or - or the legs of running away. I just avoid - oomph!
Hugging a little hard there.."
do that again, huh? Just - just call if somethin' happens, call right
really OK. It's OK."
Stay here a second. Stay right here a while, Marie. Shit, I thought
Logan. I'm sorry."
Just - just stay here where I can hang onto ya for a while. Just stay