Logan Echolls (i_didntdoit) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2011-07-16 18:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | logan echolls, zoe washburne |
Just one of those days (weeks, years, whatever) (Zoe)
Things were finally starting to go well for Logan. School was still out for summer and he'd been working with Lorne. The guy was... different, but mostly in a fun way. He still hadn't quite gotten used to the demon make-up, but he'd definitely gotten used to having a regular paycheck. Not to mention that he was surprised to find he actually enjoyed the business of running a night club. Doing the books, making sure maintenance was taken care of, overseeing employees... all that stuff was something he actually felt like he could do, and actually enjoyed.
It was... odd, to have a sort of purpose. To actually have to work for a paycheck. Make that, work for a paycheck that actually covered more than the bare minimum he'd been making while working in the cafeteria at the university.
Perhaps things were looking up, he mused as he made his way home from Caritas early one morning. He wasn't being particularly cautious about his surroundings or being out so late, as he still suffered from the delusions of invincibility that most men his age had. Of course, getting shot and walking away without a scratch earlier that year didn't help with those delusions.
So when three shadowy figures fell into step behind him, Logan didn't hear them coming. He didn't realize anyone was there until he turned his head slightly, just in time to catch a sharp blow from something cold and metal. A gun, he reflected as he crumpled to the ground.
"Give me your wallet and any valuables you have on you," a voice growled as Logan looked up into the sharp glint of silver metal, pointed directly at him.
He chuckled darkly.
"You have got to be fucking kidding me," he said. "I've had money in this City for all of two weeks, and this happens?"
Yeah, Logan wasn't the best at keeping his tongue in check, even when his life was on the line.