L O V E ? - A Sanders Sides Story

A S S U M E

Point of View: Logan, Third Person
Timeline: Present Day

"Dee," Logan managed - surprised and admittedly a little flustered.  "Uh, saluations.  And yes, of course, please do sit," Logan stumbled, gesturing to the stool next to him.

Dee sat down on the stool, raising an eyebrow at Logan.  "I'll be honest - when I said that I'd see you again, this was quite a bit sooner than I had intended," Dee smirked.  "Though I, for one, can't say I mind," Dee added, taking off his derby hat and setting it on the counter.

"Likewise," Logan agreed.  "But forgive me, I don't have your umbrella at the moment," Logan winced.

Dee shrugged, seemingly unconcerned.  "Sam Adams? Didn't take you for the beer type," he said, eyes flickering over at Logan's beer.

"I'm usually not," Logan confirmed.  "Though I do appreciate something a little stronger on long days," he confessed.

"Interesting," Dee hummed in response, waving down Virgil to get his attention.

Virgil wiped his hands on a towel, walking over.  "Sup Dee," he greeted.  "Usual?"

"Actually, I'll take a Sam Adams," Dee waved a yellow gloved hand at Logan's beer.

Virgil raised his eyebrows at that, glancing between the two of them momentarily. "Didn't realize you guys knew each other," he commented, uncapping a second Sam Adams.

"We don't," Logan inputted.  "We met earlier today.  How do you guys know each other?" He questioned.

"I'm a regular here, sweetheart," Dee took a swig of his beer.  "And besides, Virgil isn't bad company.  Not my type, but not bad on the eyes," he teased.

Virgil seemed unphased at the comment, clearly amused.  They must do this a lot.  "Sorry, sweetheart but the hat is a dealbreaker for me," he returned sarcastically.

"How tragic," Dee rolled his eyes.

Virgil smirked before heading towards the other side of the bar to take care of those obnoxious guys again.

"Um, so how old are you?" Logan quickly changed the subject.

Dee either didn't notice the sudden subject change or didn't care.  "I'm 26."

"Oh," Logan blinked surprised.  "Are you -"

Dee cut Logan off.  "No, I'm not with my soulmate," he sighed, lips curving downward at the thought.

"Have you met her yet?" Logan questioned, eyes darted nervously to his Sam Adams and taking another sip of liquid courage.  Small talk was, and never has been, his strong suit.

Dee was silent for a minute and Logan wondered if he'd crossed a line.  "Yes, as a matter of fact, I have met him," Dee corrected lightly after a moment.

"You - Oh, I apologize, I just assumed - "

"You jumped to a conclusion," Dee pointed out, looking away from Logan and instead fixing his eyes in front of him.  "Assumptions are dangerous, Logan.  I suggest you take more care with them in the future," he warned.  "But yes, I am gay.  And how old are you, Logan?"

"I'm 24," Logan conceeded.

"Ah, so you don't know who he is yet?"

"No, I - " Logan paused as a thought crossed his mind.  "I never told you that I wasn't straight, " he said hesitantly.

Dee didn't seem that concerned.  "But I wasn't wrong, now was I?"  Dee raised an eyebrow, almost daring Logan to deny it.

"No, you're not," Logan admitted.  "How did you know?"

Dee shrugged matter-of-factly.  "Pysch Major, remember?  You can figure out a lot about a person if you know what to look for.  And the art of deduction is... a hobby of mine."

"But doesn't that make you a bit of a hypocrite, considering you literally just told me the danger of making assumptions?"

"Ah, but see here's the difference," Dee explained patiently, turned on his stool so he was facing Logan and leaning against the bar.  "If you assume something you could be wrong.  But when I assume something, I'm never wrong."

Logan raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.  "That's a bit pretentious, don't you think?"

Dee winked.  "Only if I'm wrong, sweetheart."

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