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On the Rocks [Loceit] (Modern AU) (Trans Pride AU)

I just really wanted to do something with Logan. He's the coolest.

Also Deceit is MtF. She is a woman who's ever preferred name is Darla but she's so used to people being shitty to her so she just goes by Deceit to most people. Just a heads up.

TW:// Alcohol

STORYTIME!

Logan was so tired of his life. This nine-to-five Corperate CEO job was starting to bore him. Logan needed psychological stimulation, not repeating the same patterns over and over again. He detests running numbers, which he loved in Highschool. He loathes talking to other buisnessmen when he used to look forward to expanding his empire. So he did often find himself at the local bar, indulging himself in harmless Shirley temples and gambling away some pocket change with some drunken souls who take him up on his offer to play some poker. He doesn't care for money. The satisfaction of being of the middle class faded away.

Logan sipped on the Shirley Temple, the flavor growing quite boring to him. He noticed out of the corner of his eye, behidnt he frame of his glasses, a rather tall and busty woman entering the bar with an annoyed expression. She wore a golden, glittered cocktail dress and a black blazer over it. Her heels were black with golden accents and she wore golden lipstick, with golden eyeshadow to match. Her long curly brunette hair bounced on her shoulders. Despite her overly feminine attire, her shoulders were broad and she had an obvious Adam's Apple. Logan didn't say a word as she slipped into the empty barstool next to him.

"I don't care what you give me. Just give me something strong and a lot of it. I don't want to remember tonight. Fuck me up please."

Her voice was kind of deep, but it was like velvet. Similar to an older woman talking to her grandchildren, spreading her wisdom. That was what the woman's voice reminded Logan of. She looked over at him and noticed the deck of cards resting under his hand. Her eyes were different colors, as if she had only one yellow colored contact. Did the other fall out or was that on purpose? The other eye, the one that was a natural color, was a mahagony wood brown. Logan didn't speak, he observed. This woman was quite intriguing. This had his interest.

"I'm sorry for that display. I've just been having the worst possible day. I want to forget it all happened."

"I see, forgive my rudeness. I couldn't help but admire your aesthetic. The good and the black are two colors that contrast beautifully and the glitter of your dress is quite captivating. Your entire look is inspired by hue and j find that fascinating. I may be acting quite forward, and you don't have to answer if you don't want to, but could I get your name Miss?"

"That's a first. What a smooth talker you are, Mister. I've never had anyone stare at me for my dress before. They're always staring at something else a little bit higher. Heh. The name's Darla, but most people call me Deceit. Don't ask."

The woman stuck her hand out on the counter as the bartender sent a large glass of some severely alcoholic drink her way. Her long black nails tapped the glass as she's curled her fingers around it and brought it to her lips, taking a long sip of the drink while batting her eyelashes a bit at Logan. He noticed. You could tell based on his dialogue just above he was quite the perceptive individual. He had never had an interest in women, so this sudden curiosity about this one was new. It was exciting, and he wanted to discover much trivia about her.

"So are you going to tell me your name or are you going to stare at my eyes like a lovesick idiot?"

"Pardon me, forgive my rudeness Miss Darla. I am Logan Shion, CEO of Shion & Associates. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. If you don't mind me asking, why would you only wear one colored contact? Did you by chance lose the other or was the look intentional?"