Performance

Act 1; Scene 20

Tw: Abuse, showing abuse, underage drinking. Remus. The twins' parents.

Logan sits awkwardly with a sleeping Remy on his shoulder. Remy somehow managed to get him to dance. It took a bit of time and alcohol, but it was...fun.

Logan's never felt so free, before. Like he was a zoo animal, released into the wild(very unsure of what he was supposed to do, but eventually got use to it). But, now, down from the high, he feels guilty. 

Underage drinking is illegal, the outfit Remy put him in didn't feel right, it was loud and so physical. So, Logan is a big introvert- and it's not just because he was use to a controlled life. That being said, it also feels nice to have learned that about himself. There's been plenty of times where he wasn't sure if he was real or just who he grew up being.

He'll get Remy a thank you coffee later. For now, he's gotta figure out what to do with the caffeine queen. Having never been partying or drinking alcohol, before; an address wasn't something he'd thought to obtain.

He pulled out his phone and dialed the only number he has.

"Slut!"

Logan blinked, "What?"

"I'm saying it instead of 'sup! Do you like it?"

"Not at all."

Logan swears he could hear Remus' pout through the phone.

"So, what do you want?"

"Remy's drunk and I don't know what to do."

"Is he like- loopy drunk, or passed out drunk?"

"Passed out."

"Send him to Emile's, he's better with taking care of people."

"What's his address?"

"What do I get out of telling you~?"

Logan blinked, "I beg your pardon?"

"Pardon granted. What do I get in exchange for the information?"

"I- why do you- ?"

Logan heard the used cackle, "You're funny, Lo and beHoed. You gotta help me study for ethics tomorrow."

"With... ethics? Why not Patton or Emile?"

"Don't question me, LoCo."

Logan eyes the sleeping man and sighed in defeat, "Fine."

"Great! Emmy's place is =׶{=°°¥¥€^∆¶∆"

"Thank you, Remus."

"No problem!" He cheered, then the line went dead.

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"Remus!" Rachel Prince called.

Remus flinched. That's new. He turned around with an eerie smile.

"Yessss?"

"Who was that? On the phone."

Remus felt giddy at the memory, "Logan Berry."

Rachel glared, "Just 'Logan' is suffice, Remus. You have an interview this weekend. Your script is on your bed."

"Script? For an interview?"

"Well, we certainly can't trust you to say anything normal on your own," She said, then walked away.