Logan sat on the far side of the bar, his finger running over the rim of the glass over and over again, in a sort of hypnotic motion. His grey eyes focused on the half finished drink. Bourbon on the rocks, as always. He stopped as one of the bartenders, who happened to be a very good friend of Logan's came up to him as he dried a glass. "Did you get a look of the chick over there?" he whispered as Logan tried to control his fidgety hands, clasping them together and pointing his index fingers up and shook his head. "Don't... You think Cindy might be displeased if she heard you're hitting on pretty girls?" he asked as he looked over to the young woman chatting with another male.
"Oh, I didn't say that for me.. I told you because I'm looking out for you brother..." as Mike stopped his sentence he gave Logan a long, hard look. To the unknowing eye Logan just looks like an extream introvert with anxiety. But Mike knew what was the real problem. "You gotta lay of that stuff man..." he whispered. Logan rolled his eyes and stood up quickly and walked away from Mike and towards the young woman. He contolled his shakey hands and cleared his throat and spoke so the young woman could hear him. "Excuse me... Miss? I'm sorry to bother you but... I couldn't help but notice you and I was wondering... I-If I may.. Buy you a drink.. Or keep you company perhaps...?" Logan's Scottish accent flowed freely as he attempted to strike up a conversation with the young woman, and to get away from Mike and his rather irritating comments.
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Say it Backwards · Fri Jul 08, 2016 @ 09:19pm · 0 Comments |