Who: LoLo and MyGie Where/When: Tonight at Dog Beach. Warnings: Just cursing, LoLo acting ungentlemanly and MyGie reminding him not to be a fucktard.
Dog Beach was quiet on a Sunday night, just a few people here and there walking dogs and holding hands and doing whatever else it is that fucking normal people do on a Sunday night. Logan, for the record, (and it was funny how that little phrase stuck in his mind) was what was quaintly called "three sheets to the wind", had taken off his shoes somewhere and couldn't find them again and was bare foot in the sand. And also, for the record, he was certainly not Raging Bull drunk, eager for something to pound, more Emo drunk, maudlin and depressed and wondering if he can ever be the steady foundation for Tess.
And they had burned the tapes of Lilly and Aaron. Him and Duncan standing over the small fire next to the pool, and Logan was reminded of the day they had put Lilly in the ground, watching what was left of her go into the dark. The tapes curling and burning and flaking off to become ash in the air, shutting another door between him and Lilly, and it had both hurt and had brought peace. Logan had come back to the beach after that, hadn't meant to get too drunk to drive, and things were still raw with Duncan, with Dick, and Tess... Tess like a spark to whatever powder keg he was currently riding. Which she didn't need right now either.
Which left MyGie. Calm, cool, collected MyGie. Logan buried his feet in the sand, looked around for his sneakers again, and waited for MyGie.