Sunday Morning, in the clinic

[fh_jackass]

When Logan wakes up, he's lying on a bed in the clinic. His head is pounding. Wow, he thinks. that must've been a hell of a party last night. He sits up slowly, and notices Rory sleeping nearby.

Slowly, the memories from the weekend return to him. Dinner with Rory's folks, which ended in violence before the food could be served - fortunately, it was the zombie-attack sort of violence, so he's maybe still got a shot with Rory. Although blowing up her stepdad's diner probably didn't help. Logan grins a little at the memory of the explosion.

Then there was yesterday. Getting breakfast at the yearbook thingy. And then - Logan frowns.

He'd thought he was his dad. Logan fumbles for the flask in his back pocket, and takes a long swig. Then another. He's downed half the flask by the time he screws the cap back on.

He pulls himself to his feet, determined to make his way home and take a very long, very hot shower. Or possibly just boil his skin off.

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Rory wakes when Logan starts stirring.

"Hey," she says hoarsely, smiling. "You're okay."

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"I'm alive," says Logan. He touches the lump on his head gingerly. "Are you okay?"

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"I'm fine. A bit achey from spending the night in a chair," she says, stretching, "but otherwise fine. How's your head?"

[fh_jackass]

"It's been worse," he says. "You stayed here all night? Why?"

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

She shrugs, her face turning red. "I don't know. I wanted to be here when you woke up."

[fh_jackass]

"Oh," he says. "Uh, thanks. So, what's the deal? Is it still Dawn of the Dead out there?"

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Nope, they all stopped last night. I'm not exactly sure why...something to do with a vortex over the principal's tower," she says, folding up her blanket and picking up her pillow.

She's suddenly very self-conscious. She shouldn't have stayed all night, and what's more, she realizes she looks like a zombie herself. If zombies wore low-rise pajama bottoms and sweatshirts.

[fh_jackass]

"A vortex. Of course," Logan grins sardonically. "Well, I should get home then. I'd like to shower and change." And vomit, he thinks, remembering last night. He grimaces and takes several healthy gulps from the flask. "You think you can get back to your room okay?"

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Rory says, nodding. "Um. Are you sure your head's okay? I feel awful about...you know."

[fh_jackass]

"I'm fine," Logan says, waving his hand. "And if I ever act like that again, you have my permission to shoot me dead. So don't get all guilty, okay?" He manages a thin, yet genuine, smile.

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Rory returns the smile weakly. "All right. I'm glad you're okay," she says quietly, and turns to go.

[fh_jackass]

Logan takes another swig from his flask as he watches her leave, then heads home himself.