MADNESS | FINN BÀLOR [1]

( CHAPTER THREE - VULNERABLE )

CHAPTER THREE: VULNERABLE

      After the night ended and Logan got home to her shared hotel room with Sasha, they both sat down on the bed, taking a much needed 20 minute nap. The parties that were held in Arizona were always big, and filled with wasted people.

As soon as Logan ended her interview with Renee Young, her and Sasha left the Arena since they weren't scheduled for anything else that night and took the opportunity to get a head start on getting ready.

Logan thanked the hotel manager for setting them up with the deluxe suite, and thank god for the big bathroom. Currently, Sasha was curling her magenta hair in the bathroom while Logan swayed her hips to the music playing from her phone while picking out a clubbing outfit.

She would have prefered staying at the hotel tonight, and getting sleep since she rarely did go out but tonight was meant for a celebration and even she couldn't deny that this moment deserved a few drinks.

"Sash," Logan called out to her and Sasha peaked her head around the door while holding up the curling iron to her head. Logan held up the outfit she had picked for tonight and showed her best-friend. "What do you think? Too much boob?" She asked her, putting it near her chest, showing off the low V-cut that was in the lace shirt.

"God no." Sasha replied looking back into the mirror and unraveling the curl from the iron. "I think it looks good, but try it on to make sure." She told her while coming out of the bathroom and holding the lace fabric in her tanned fingers.

Logan nodded at her after Sasha made her way back to the bathroom to take down the last section of hair to be curled. "Do you think you can curl my hair?" Logan yelled out while slipping the skirt over her thighs.

Sasha rolled her eyes at her friends request since she barely had enough time to finish her makeup until they had to go, and it was Logan's fault that they were going to be late since she wouldn't get out of bed. "I guess, but you have to hurry up." She called back out, taking the last piece of hair and wrapping it around the barrel.

Logan slipped off her bra, putting the top on and walked towards the bathroom. Sasha looked at her reflection in the mirror and nodded at the Red lace two-piece that Logan had decided to wear. "See, Red is your color." She praised her friend's style choices, noticing the black sternum tattoo peeking out against her tanned skin.

"Everything is my color," Logan smirked over at her friend and started dividing her hair up in three sections. Sasha intrusted her to sit down on the chair in front of the big mirror so she could curl her hair. "Have you checked your twitter lately?" Sasha asked her as she wrapped Logan's black hair around the curler.

"No, why?" Logan asked her, slightly curious as what she was talking about. She hasn't checked her phone since she got to the hotel, but that didn't mean she didn't hear the constant dinging of notifications flying in.