Echolls Family Christmas 2008

[dead_hooker_2]

By 90909 standards, this would count as a pretty modest house, a four-bedroom ranch with a tidy yard, at the end of a cul-de-sac. It's typical of this neighborhood, which is the sort of place where people spend a little more than they need to at Christmas, but not the sort where people hire Victorian carolers to perform in clouds of special

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[obligatoryass]

One way to fail that test is to have your very wasted, very obnoxious, very screwed up brother show up at Christmas.

Logan leans heavily on the doorframe and rings the doorbell. He musters up...something. Courage. Charm. The ability to string words together coherently. Something.

[supportingroles]

The woman who cautiously opens the door is not his sister.

She gives him a cool, appraising look, and asks, in accented English, "Yes? Can I help you?"

[obligatoryass]

Logan appraises her right back, except that he's not even the slightest bit cool about it.

"I don't know. Probably. Wanna try?"

Yes, that's pretty much a leer on his face. Oh, Logan.

[supportingroles]

"Not on your best day, monsieur, which this clearly is not," she says, and starts to close the door.