CHAPTER II FIGHT OUTSIDE, MY BAR DOESN'T HAVE FUCKING INSURANCE
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She was bored. Could you really blame her? Work is absolutely horrifying, what-not with her editor yelling her head off because he didn't like the sound of one word. Sheesh. And back home when she's not working? Still exhausting. Working on an original piece of literature that was not fanfiction for hours on end was extremely difficult and seriously a mind-numbing experience... clitoris numbing too, if you rub off more than a few times to your favorite grumpy morally gray villain.
Sighing, she reached for her phone and called Logan, keeping the speaker lazily to her ears as she stared at the ceiling. She hadn't really had any one-on-one time with Logan, this was her opportunity. Besides, Wade was busy. Fucking finally. She could faintly hear Gossip Girls on loud volume from the other side room. Wade Fucking Wilson...
The call connected and she pulled her mind away from the noise, clearing her throat, “Uh, hey... You at the bar?”
Logan's voice came through the phone, slightly muffled by the background noise of the bar. He sounded relaxed, if a bit surprised to hear from her. “Elise? Yeah, I am.”
“Well, I'm just bored out of my mind, and I was wondering if you're up for a little company. Do you mind if I tag along?” she asked, sitting up in her bed, her heart hammering in her chest in anticipation as if she was a schoolgirl asking her crush out.
Wade, still oblivious, suddenly bursted out laughing at something on the show, drawing a glare from Elise. She quickly looked back at her phone, trying to focus on Logan's words and not the obnoxiously loud sound of Wade's laughter. He was infuriating, but she had to put up with him if she wanted to stay.
(She loves me; she's just in denial.)
Logan's voice came through again. “Not at all. You want me to send a cab?”
She sighed rubbing her forehead. “No, I'll walk.”
Logan chuckled, the sound warm and comforting through the phone. “Alright, kid. See you then.”
The call ended and she sat up on the bed, staring at the wall for a long long time. Then she grabbed a clean pair of pants and a shirt from her closet.
The living room was a mess; Logan would be pissed once he comes back home. There were a few popcorns spilled on the floor, Wade's dirty hands wiping the butter from the popcorn on the couch (In my defense, I was left unsupervised and tried my best to be discreet with it.) — the soda can was on the verge of tipping down the armrest of the sofa.
She grabbed the can and took a sip, a little compensation for saving the carpet, and shrugged as Wade gave her a side-eye.
“Heading out, baby?” Wade sipped from the can (Indirect kiss–) and gave her a wink, “Don't do anything I wouldn't do.”
