NYE pre-party

[echolls_cursed]

Last year, Logan hadn't enjoyed New Years Eve. ...Well, okay, he'd enjoyed being dragged to bed and screwed, so drunk that he had no inhibitions at all... But the rest of the night had sucked. Jack had danced with everyone but him. He'd kissed House and been his usual flirty self. It had been painful and upsetting- and this year Logan wasn't going

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[captainjack]

Jack came in clean and dry with new clothes carefully folded into a bundle. Of course, the first thing he saw was his knife holding a piece of paper to the wall. He sauntered over and read it, then read it again. A curious, perplexed expression settled over his features and he turned his head to look along the line of his shoulder at Logan.

"You really felt the need to write this stuff down and stick it to the wall?" he asked...even though a couple of them were things he did need to be told. He wasn't sure he could keep from punching House if he saw him.

[echolls_cursed]

"Well, you do have a history of kissing House at parties, and I have a history of being left in a corner while you flirt and dance with everyone but me... So yeah, it needed to be said. It needed to be put on the wall," Logan scowled, poking the wood too hard and slumping away from it when the log split and popped loudly.

[captainjack]

"Okay," he conceded with a shrug, leaving the list posted where Logan had stuck it. "But it's not like I'm going to hang on you. I like parties. I like seeing people I don't usually see."

He shifted the bundle from one hand to the other and smiled, that dazzling, charming smile of his.

"I swear I won't kiss House or Scotty. Maybe Helen, though, but that's just Helen," he said, distracted as he thought about that for a moment. Helen would probably track hm down at midnight. She always did.

"...Anyway, I'm going to get dressed. Are you going to be ready to go?"

[echolls_cursed]

Logan wanted to point out that he didn't care as long as it wasn't at midnight, but he left it alone, nodding as he got to his feet.

"I just don't want to be ignored all night until you're ready to go home. ...I swear, it's like you don't want to be seen with me," he frowned, getting to his feet and slipping his hands into his pockets.

"...Just pick out one of my suits and I'll put it on," he sighed, already anticipating a lonely night. It was hard to get excited when he knew he was going to spend the night being reminded of how many people adored Jack... and how many people didn't even know he existed.

At least there would be booze.