Who: Logan, of course, Shawn and his pineapple, Tess, Gus, Veronica, anyone else who wants to play X-Box and eat fruit salad except for Carrot Top. When: Tonight Where: The Grand in the crappy version of Nepture. Rating/Warnings: Probably lots of subtext and swearing so I'm going with R. Status: Whatever.
There were about 5 fruit baskets arranged carefully around Logan's suite, bananas and pineapples and oranges and the whole room smelled like suntan oil or an explosion in at a fruit stand. Everytime he looked up Logan saw a fruit basket and the sight of them made him grin. It was nice to have something to smile about for a change; Veronica had warned him but the sheer suckage of this Neptune surprised him. Twice he had been picked up and knocked around by Vinnie's deputies, and there was no Dick and Veronica seemed to have disappeared into the aether.
Which was a perfectly good reason to throw a party. Logan could think of none other. He was already deep into Call of Duty, waiting for whomever to show up, and was actually kinda excited to meet Captain Awesome and the lucious Tess and even if Veronica showed up he wouldn't fall into the epic trap. Two beers down, still on his first life -- Logan had to grin with the fun of it.