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Think about a fair an’ the dunkin’ booth.
Who: Logan and Stahma
What: A charity event and mocking the people who go to them
When: Recently
Where: A charity event
Status: Complete
Rating: PG-13

Stahma needed to take her mind off of her troubles over trying to get her business back. The fundraiser seemed like a good idea. She luckily still had all her money, thanks to her multiple accounts and keeping her money in private accounts that no one associated with her nefarious business dealings knew about. So she’d made a considerable donation to the event on top of what she spent to attend. It went to a good cause.

As usual, she was impeccably dressed in a long form-fitting dress. It was white, as usual, which was contrasted by her black hair and dark eyes. Given she was in public, Stahma was wearing her human disguise. She’d also come solo to the event as Natasha was working.

Stahma took a glass of champagne as a waiter passed by. She was people-watching at the moment.

Logan never minded helping out with fundraisers, either with money or time, or in this case both. And the last one had gotten him laid, though he wasn’t actually here for that. He had his own glass of champagne, and was sipping at it when something unusual caught his nose. He followed the scent to Stahma. He recognized her from a picture on her desk at the Agency, but she smelled … alien.

“Enjoying the party?”

Likewise, Stahma caught Logan’s scent when he got close enough. He was certainly a bit more than human to her nose. It was interesting. However, she smiled politely at him.

“I am. It has been a while since I last went to a fundraiser. I felt it was time that I give back to the community.” Stahma wasn’t always the charitable sort, but her time in Orange County, and her relationship with Natasha, had showed her that being charitable had its merits. “How about yourself?”

“Been a few months myself.” Logan grinned at her. “This one is a lot less stuffy than the last one, so I really don’t mind it all that much.”

Helping people was nice, but goddamn did these events sometimes get really trying.

“That is good. Sometimes things being too stuffy ruins the point of it.” Sure, Stahma was used to stuffy given she’d been raised in wealth and privilege, and she still had that now. But that didn’t mean she always liked it. After all, she had her hands in a lot of illegal things.

When she had her business, at least.

“One of these days there should be a charity event that’s also a pool party,” Logan decided. “With a nice good selection of beer.”

He loved beer.

“Can you imagine these fuddy duddies at a pool party? They might actually die if they had to have fun.”

Stahma chuckled. “I am rather certain if these sorts of people showed up at a pool party, they would be the ones being pushed into the pool for everyone else’s amusement.” There was a sparkle in her eyes at that thought.

“Darlin’, I think you’re on to something.” Logan grinned at her, “Think about a fair an’ the dunkin’ booth. Now imagine gettin’ to dunk these people.”

“I do like the sound of that,” Stahma said with a warm smile. “I have to say, the looks on their faces would be priceless. And no doubt raise quite a lot of money if one were to make a game of it.”

“Question is,” Logan thought out loud. “How the hell do we get them to agree to it?”

The rich were usually pretty stupid though. Surely there was a way!

“There is always tricking them into thinking it’s just a pool of money. Put enough paper money, real or fake, to cover the water, and it should be a piece of cake, as they say.” Sometimes, Stahma did have some rather good ideas like that.

“If I didn’t know who your girlfriend was and how good a shot she is, I’d kiss you,” Logan joked. Obviously, this would have to be a thing. And he had the money to make it happen.

Stahma chuckled. “Yes, Natasha would not take kindly to that.” Stahma wouldn’t either, but she’d have a different response than a well-placed shot. It’d be more like a knee to the balls.

“I’ve been shot by her before.” He rubbed his chin like this was some kind of thing to be proud of.

“Have you? Well, I am certain it is an honor to have been shot by her and still walking around.” Stahma knew that Natasha never missed. And she could smell this man was more than human.

“Sometimes,” Logan said. “You get better.”

He winked at her, then finished his drink. Logan always had this rough edge on him. Like he’d come up from the streets before he’d had this kind of money. The kind of person who should be running some backroom casino. “I’m gonna do some mingling, see if I can talk some folks into giving up more of their hard earned cash.”

Stahma chuckled. “That is good to hear, at least.” She sipped her drink, musing over how this conversation would be going if Natasha were here. “That may be a good idea. See how much money can be raised here.”

“I’ll let you an’ Nat know what’s up,” Logan promised, before he disappeared into the crowd to smchooze it up.