It’s getting harder and harder to focus on the show with Sage right here. Not that Logan is particularly interested in the girl– She isn’t. However, it’s hard to focus on anything when someone won’t stop talking. While the other prattles on about sarcasm and attempts to instigate her, Logan only reaches for the remote to pause it. Too many noises is only going to give her a headache. Her mind is much better with one thing at a time. Perhaps, that’s the reason she doesn’t like parties. Without one main focus, it’s difficult to dart from thing to thing. The music, the people, the food, the conversation she doesn’t care about. It’s all too much. But right here… All she has to do is relax. And for someone whose constantly working, relaxing is a luxury. She’s sure that someone like Sage could never understand that. She’s a party girl. She plays her music during the day and plays even harder at night. But Logan isn’t some A lister or famous musician. She’s a camera operator who takes on a bunch of side jobs to make herself feel useful. She never stops because she’s afraid that if she isn’t useful—
Logan is fine. She couldn’t care less about anything. That was her brand after all. Not giving a shit. And Sage is one of those things she doesn’t care for. “I know what sarcasm is.” She replies bluntly. There’s a brief second where her face softens. There’s no readable expression, but there is a pit in her stomach that says you went too far. Even party girls and assholes have feelings. And a drug problem wasn’t something to joke about, even if that wasn’t her original intention. “I’d say limiting your drug usage has health benefits but I let Elvie and Margo eat nothing but candy all day so I don’t exactly have a leg to stand on.” She says simply, shrugging a bit. There’s a beat of silence where Logan wonders if Sage is going to leave. Then there’s another beat where she realizes she doesn’t really mind either way. For someone who hated her so much, that was actually progress. Not to say she liked the chick. She just didn’t care if she was here. That’s all that was. Flopping back on the bed, her blonde hair sprawls across the mattress, her arms falling open to both of her sides. The dog pokes it’s head up to make sure she’s okay before going back to sleep. “Yeah, well.” Leave it to Sage to say the last thing Logan wants to hear. “I’m replacing Max on one of their episodes so at least I know you won’t be watching.”
oddly enough, sage doesn’t get anywhere near the reaction she’d anticipated from logan, which throws her for a bit of a loop. there’s no scoffing, no eye rolls, not even a dig about how tragically cliché and predictable she manages to be. in essence, she hasn’t risen to the bait and engaged in ( yet another ) fight that goes nowhere. and that, if nothing else, leads sage to the perplexing realization that something’s different. and it’s different on logan’s end, because she certainly feels the same as she has since that day she’d looked down from her vantage point on stage and seen a cute girl looking back up at her--the same girl who’d then laughed at her for fumbling her words. it’s hard to put her finger on what it is that’s different, though; for one thing, she doesn’t really know logan at all. for another, she’s almost impossible to read. she wonders if perhaps logan’s simply gotten sick of their bickering, and that’s somehow the worst possibility of all. because at least when logan hates her, she’s still feeling something. to become the subject of indifference feels not much different than ceasing to exist entirely.
“i’m not sure drugs and candy are comparable vices,” she returns with a lifted eyebrow, and although the smirk on her face likely comes off as smug, it’s a very real smile. there’s something about logan’s face that changes when she talks about her friends--nothing dramatic, maybe not even noticeable to most people, but sage has seen it once or twice before. each time she can’t help but wonder what it might be like to see logan light up that way talking about her, and each time she rolls her eyes at herself for it. but it’s still fascinating to see it happen. “anyway, limiting it did have health benefits so you’d have been right.” it’s not a joke she’d have made with most other people simply because she prefers to glide neatly over that topic by a wide margin, so she’s not entirely sure why she did it now. and then logan is falling back on the bed with her arms starfished out on both sides, an inherently childish movement that brings another smile to sage’s face. it disappears quickly, though. “wait, what?” she pushes off the door, eyebrows furrowed, and takes a few steps closer to the bed so she can see logan’s face. “shut up, no you’re not.” except she really doesn’t look like she’s joking. “you’re one hundred percent fucking with me right now.”
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