OOM: The text that started it all

[obligatoryass]

If Logan were a braver man, he'd call Trina himself. If he were a really, properly brave man, he'd go see her

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[dead_hooker_2]

Trina's in the parking lot of his apartment when she gets the message.

He's been ducking her calls for a week, now, and the family attorney called yesterday after the landlord called about the eviction notice.

So he can expect to be advised, well and thoroughly, and in the oh-so-immediate future.

Trina knocks. Loudly. And repeatedly.

[obligatoryass]

Logan stumbles to the door - bleary-eyed, yes, but also (to be delicate) rather on the fragrant side. He's been wearing the same t-shirt for two days.

Peeking through the keyhole is hard, so he just opens the door.

Immediately, he sobers up. Well. A little bit.

"Hey, Trina! You here for margarita...uh. Afternoon?"

[dead_hooker_2]

"Logan? It's 10:00 in the morning. And you are . . . completely shitfaced, aren't you?"

Apple doesn't fall far from the tree, now, does it?

Trina, with a sigh, shoves past him and into the kitchen.

Which is also none-too-clean. Still, she manages to find paper towels and dish soap and the coffee maker and get it clean enough to start a pot of very strong coffee going.

[obligatoryass]

"You got up bright 'n' early to get down here, huh? What's so important you had to be in Neptune before noon?"

He'd guess, but...that would be like admitting he'd done something wrong, which isn't in the Echolls DNA.