#logan 001.

[lydsdonovan]

where: donovan's sweets who: @logandonovan & lydia donovan

"Jesus fucking christ," Lydia exclaimed in exasperation as she gingerly extracted yet another unfortunate batch of muffins from the oven. The soft, warm glow of the oven's interior accentuated her furrowed brow as she lowered the tray onto the metal table, the clattering sound echoing in the dimly lit bakery. Roman had always been the maestro of this particular recipe, his baking finesse far surpassing her own, despite her ownership of the business. But now, he was gone and Lydia couldn't get it right for the life of her. Her mother, who used to offer sage advice over her shoulder, was no longer there to guide her. And now Cassie, as frustrating and stubborn as she could be, was six feet under, too. In a moment of frustration, Lydia hastily shed the oven mitts, flinging them carelessly behind her. She leaned forward on the worn tabletop, her head sinking into her hands. It was a silent plea for guidance, a desperate moment of vulnerability, as she grappled with the overwhelming weight of grief under the bakery's solitude.

The kitchen door opening pulled her back into her senses, rubbing her nose with the back of her hand before turning to face her little sister -- someone she wasn't expecting to see. "Sorry, I --" an exasperated sigh fell from her lips, gesturing towards the failed batch. "-- I can't get this fucking bullshit right for the life of me. Another two hours and fifty bucks of ingredients wasted." Lydia shook her head, meeting Logan's gaze then. "What are you doing here? Is everything -- are you okay?"

[malcohen]

where: sammy + lo who: @logandonovan & malcolm cohen

Malcolm’s restlessness often drove him out of his apartment and into the world, where he could find something to keep himself busy. He discovered that the more free time he had, the harder it was to stay on track, which was a luxury he couldn't afford. By joining the Sons of Silence, he had found ways to fill his time by volunteering for any task that needed doing, whether it be business or personal.

The news of the Donovan family's death spread like wildfire throughout the town, leaving Malcolm to ponder the striking similarities between Cassie’s overdose and his own sister’s passing. Maybe it was his eagerness to impress the Sons, or perhaps it was a sense of dread and guilt that bubbled up whenever he thought about Hannah, but he found himself helping with funeral arrangements.

“Hey,” Malcolm greeted the brunette as he walked through the front door of the boutique, a small box tucked under his arm. “Nate asked me to bring some stuff over to you; the guest book and some pictures, I think.” He nervously shifted his weight from foot to foot, his light eyes scanning the unfamiliar surroundings of the shop. Maybe he should have waited for Logan to stop by the clubhouse instead of bombarding her at work. “I can come back later if this ain’t a good time.”

[solaadisa]

closed: @theloganxwilde

location: legacy courts

"Hang on," Sola yelled across the court, chest heaving. She started toward the middle and waved a hand at Logan to meet her at the net. "Is this fun for you? Like, actually? Usually I can get down with white people shit like this, but usually it doesn't require so much running."

[birdiesugano]

for @cherrieswave at fight club, saturday 5pm

Birdie had already exhausted every possible avenue, stopped every crew member, only to be met with the same answer: "Ask Logan."

They didn't want to ask Logan. They didn't want to see Logan. They'd much prefer if they didn't have to be in the same building at all.

Something sour rose up in the back of their throat, and they forced themself to stop and take a few deep, calming breaths. They rolled their shoulders as if it would physically shake the antipathy creeping up the back of their neck.

When they finally managed to find her, they stopped again and schooled their features into neutrality.

"Hey," they urged, with a light squeeze to Logan's elbow. It was familiar, friendly in a way the two of them weren't. But Birdie just needed to get through this show without issue. Needed it desperately.

"We're missing a wedge and no one seems to know where it is. Any ideas?"

[mackmontgomery]

closed for: @loganxday

where: near the bumper cars

Mack looked from Logan to the cocktail in his hand to the bumper cars that were in motion with angry mini drivers with mega rage and back again as his mind whirred in overtime.

"If I get in one of them wasted," He started, bumping the straw of his cocktail with the tip of his nose in lieu of taking another sip just yet. "Does that count as drunk driving? Cause that's not fucking cool, but it's also like how many fatal bump car pile ons have you heard of, you know?"

[macnallys]

where: stopshop who: @lcgann & mac

Mac had been sitting behind the register counter reading the newspaper when he heard the familiar chime of the front door opening. “Hey, how are ya?” the male offered lazily by way of greeting, eyes peering up then before recognizing the figure walking into the shop. “Well, well, if it isn’t Princess Donovan, in the flesh.” Mac teased, placing the paper down and diverting his full attention to the brunette. “Y’know if you wanted to see me that badly, we could’ve made plans. I do fancy myself a pretty good cook -- could’ve done your place, or mine.”