CATCH-ALL FOR A FUCKBOY

[grandtheftequine]

WHO: Logan and ANYONE
WHERE: Maurtia Falls, largely.
WHEN: Throughout the month of July
WHAT: A CATCH-ALL. Hit me up on ripkord and lets do a thing.
WARNINGS: sex drugs murder? westworld s2 spoilers probably

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FOR CHILTON

[grandtheftequine]

[ One afternoon in late July, Chilton will come back to his office to find Logan leaning back in his chair, feet crossed at the ankles and propped up on the desk, idly paging through Walter White: The Methodical Man. He's also helped himself to more than just the seat, if the glass of dark liquor on the desk is anything to go by. He doesn't look up when Chilton enters, but turns a page and remarks dryly: ]

Now this guy sounds like he was a real piece of work.

[slightlyoffchilt]

[The door opened. He entered with one foot first, then the other followed. The door closed.

A calculating stare between his book, Logan Delos, Chilton's glass with Chilton's alcohol on Chilton's desk.

And there it is: the long, beleaguered sigh.]

Oh god, tell me you aren't drinking the whiskey from the top decanter. [He had three decanters in various places in his office, two in the bookshelf.]

That was aged twenty years.

[grandtheftequine]

[ Logan reaches for the glass and waves it vaguely at Chilton, as if to dismiss his concerns, before taking a sip. ]

I'll buy you a new bottle.

[slightlyoffchilt]

You come from money, Logan. It doesn't come from you.

[That was his analysis, anyway. Chilton had spent at least some time thinking about his debonair, hyper-sexual, impulse-control-issues friend.]

I mean to say that it was expensive.

[But not that he wouldn't have offered it, regardless.]

FOR BILLY

[grandtheftequine]

[ It's been several weeks since they've spoken, after William punched him in the face and broke his nose twice. Not that Logan's holding a grudge or anything, it's just that Billy has basically refused to acknowledge his existence since, which makes the whole thing even funnier. But eventually Logan gets bored of not being paid attention to, and shows up, unannounced, at Roughin' Roger's for one of Billy's apocalypse prep classes. ]

[larped]

[ Today's crowd is a strange mix of aging hippies and upper middle-class parents with first graders named Bentley, and each half is eyeing the other with an equal amount of mistrust. He's in the middle of delivering Roger's mandatory 10:30 snack break PowerPoint on identifying likely sources of safe water in the event of an outbreak of viral undead when he spots Logan. ]

—so you're gonna want to take your canteens upstream. From the corpse dam. I'm sorry, would you excuse me a minute? Thanks.

[ He makes it all the way over to Logan before he asks, very quietly, a polite rictus smile on his face: ]

What the hell are you doing here.

[grandtheftequine]

Oh, don't let me interrupt. I was really getting into the part about the corpse dam.

[ Logan flashes him a shark's smile, gleaming white and dangerous. He very clearly didn't come here to learn about disaster survival, but that's not going to stop him poking fun. ]

Roger let me in. I told him you needed the rest of the day off, due to a family emergency.

it's her IT'S YA GIRL DANGER

[mortalweapon]

[ Danger has met a lot of different people who have different views on sentient machines. Sometimes she finds herself impressed by a person's open-mindedness. Sometimes she wants to punch them into outer space instead. Logan doesn't fit neatly into any category — though there's definitely some overlap with the "punching" classification — and it's all further complicated by the fact that he's William's... friend.

Or something. She isn't fully clear on what the correct term is when it comes to them. Which is at least part of her motivation for investigating.

She doesn't wait to be invited. She doesn't call ahead. She just shows up at the house one day. Walks straight up to the door, considers knocking, and then consciously decides not to. Instead, she grips the door knob and pushes with just the precise amount of force to break the lock. It's disturbing, really, how such a heavy thing walks in utter silence when she enters. ]

[grandtheftequine]

[ If she had just knocked, rather than breaking and entering, she would've found that Logan's not even indoors. Instead, as she moves further into the house, she'll see out the open back door that he's laying on a lounge chair in the sun in the house's small back yard. With his eyes covered by sunglasses, he looks like he might even be asleep until he reaches for the drink on a low table beside him.

Needless to say, he hasn't noticed yet that he has company. ]

[mortalweapon]

[ Oh. Unfortunate. Infrared scanners confirm that nobody is inside — which meant that she really did break the door for no reason. Unless you consider petty spite a reason. (Danger does.)

The target is located in the backyard. Lounging. Unaware. If she were a nice, polite sort of robot, she would probably offer a greeting — but she's not really nice, and only polite when it suits her to be. In the moment, it does not. Instead, she approaches soundlessly, closing in until she's practically looming over him. Only then does she speak up, her voice cool and crisp as she leans down to obstruct his sunlight: ]

You may want to have your lock checked.

[grandtheftequine]

Jesus Christ!

[ He's as much startled by being snuck up on while he's day drunk and sun bathing as he is by her appearance, and he sits up abruptly, pulling his sunglasses off and looking up at her. He'd only spoken to her via voice and text on the network so far, but her voice and what little she's mentioned about her appearance makes it easy to piece together who this could be. ]

...Danger?

at the diviest of bars!

[cleptes]

[ While her feelings towards Maurtia Falls had changed within the last year, Bela still found herself drawn to the nightlife - in particular the dive bars. A far cry from the establishments she would have frequented back home but with the promise of cheap drink and maybe half-decent company, Bela was going to indulge herself a little.

Or a lot, depending on how the night went.

She's currently perched at the bar, nursing a glass of scotch. From the top shelf apparently, the bartender had assured her. Bela wasn't entirely convinced but it tasted fine and she appreciated the burn with each sip; perhaps it would be worth having another glass or two without the need to mix drinks. She knows the consequences of that all too well, having gone on a few benders in her time here.

Between sips she glances around the room to seek out anyone who looked interesting, hoping to catch their eye if they were.

There were no takers by the time she had finished her first drink. ]

[grandtheftequine]

[ Logan had made it his mission to be familiar with every bar, club, and lounge worth knowing in Maurtia Falls, and this place—inexplicably named EI8HT—had quickly become one of his favorites. While nowhere near as fancy and exclusive as the places he kept VIP booths on reserve, he liked this place for the fact that the drinks were strong, the patrons attractive, and the employees good at minding their own damn business.

He'd been planning on having a quiet drink on his own tonight, but when he spots Bela at the bar, the "on his own" part becomes suddenly less important. Taking the seat next to her, he flags the bartender down. ]

Bourbon—and I mean the good stuff—on the rocks with a twist, and [ He turns a charming, confident smile on Bela. ] what're you having?

[cleptes]

[ Well now. Perhaps her evening was looking up after all.

Bela flashes Logan a brilliant smile in return and takes a moment to subtly check him out, wanting to see what she was working with here. Charm, confidence and the offer to buy her a drink made for a good first impression. ]

I'll have a scotch. Neat. [ Another smile. ] Hi there.

[grandtheftequine]

[ He meets her smile with one of his own. ] Hi. I hope you don't mind the intrusion, it's just that you really shouldn't be drinking alone in a place like this.

[liverletdie]

[ It just so happened that they were both at the same club. They were at the same club, focused on the same group of women. Now, Tony Stark was not quite interested in forking over money -- not normally -- but sometimes the mood struck him to do something really outlandish, and just any woman from the club wasn't going to do.

The problem was, he wasn't the only person in contention, now was he? Annoying, but not entirely unsalvagable. ]

How much do you want to take them away from me for the night?

[ He asked, with a lifted eyebrow. ]

[grandtheftequine]

[ Logan, on the other hand, never had any qualms about paying for sex. Not that he had any doubt of his ability to pull without, of course. It was just that sometimes you want the professional companionship of someone who'd made fucking their life's work. And this particular group of professionals looked to Logan like some women who really knew their craft.

The fact that Tony was equally as interested just seemed like a bonus to him. And Logan had always been shockingly good at sharing. ]

Who said anything about taking them away?

[liverletdie]

[ He lifted an eyebrow. Not shocked, but... Well, that wasn't normal. ]

Well, isn't that the spirit of capitalism? The one with the most money wins out?

[ Frankly, he didn't care, but he knew he was probably not the gold standard when it came to fighting over women of the night. ]

Or are you just hoping for the packaged deal? [ the golden rule ]

[grandtheftequine]

[ Logan may be a capitalist, but he wasn't an only child. He knows how to share! ]

What about the one with the more attractive offer?

FOR BAELISH (BACKDATED)

[grandtheftequine]

[ All innuendo aside, Logan was genuinely interested in a position in the mayor's office. Not that he needed a job for income—no, he was doing just fine on that front on his own. But the social opportunities of politics intrigued him here in a way they never would have at home. It was a much more subtle game than his violent affairs as Black Hat, but a game that promised entertainment nonetheless.

So he enters the Iron Throne at the previously agreed upon time, scanning the club for sign of its proprietor, ready to see just where this opportunity could lead. ]

[baetiful]

[ Logan is met by a pretty girl. Not just pretty -- gorgeous by societal standards. She informs him Mayor Baelish is in the VIP area and offers to bring him there as well as attend to his needs for the evening, anything he needs. Perhaps this could be considered Petyr's gift to Logan no matter how the meeting goes.

But when he does arrive in the downstairs area -- Baelish rises to his feet to meet him, extending his hand. ]

It's a pleasure to finally meet face to face, Mr. Delos. We've our own private bar for the evening, so can I get you something to drink?

[grandtheftequine]

[ He's tempted to take her up on attending to his needs sooner rather than later, but it would be rude to keep the mayor waiting. Especially when he was here to discuss business with him. So instead he curls an arm around the girl's waist and contents himself with flirting as she leads him downstairs.

He takes Baelish's hand and shakes it firmly. ]

Likewise. It's just a shame it's taken me this long to introduce myself. And I'd love a whisky, neat.

late july, somewhere in maurtia falls.

[youresovein]

[ Lestat wasn't planning on drinking tonight, but every once in a while, things fall into place so perfectly that it would be a crime not to take advantage of the opportunities presented to him. He'd been lurking in the back of a respectably seedy nightclub, minding everyone else's business and pretending to sip a series of free cocktails. A pleasant evening, an upbeat counterpoint to a violent and bloody life.

Or that had been the idea, anyway, right up until he was jolted rather rudely out of his thoughts by someone else's. It's a bit like overhearing a snippet of conversation, if that conversation were happening right inside your skull, and it's precisely as difficult to ignore. A jumble of memories stirred up by excitement: blood, adrenaline, and the strange acrid smell of gunpowder, and an almost giddy delight in all of it.

Well, that's intriguing enough that Lestat can't strictly mind the intrusion. His attention slides away from his eavesdropping, and he scans the dark pulsing club for his villain. ]

CW CASUAL MURDER AS ALWAYS

[grandtheftequine]

[ Logan’s not hard to spot, standing at the bar with a black cowboy hat pushed back up off his face. The bar is dimly lit enough that the bartender doesn’t notice, as he passes Logan his shot, that he has a smear of blood still fresh just beneath the cuff of his jacket’s sleeve. He hadn’t been planning on needing Black Hat when he’d left the house with his bandana tucked away in his pocket, but it had turned out useful.

He’d shot one of the men, stabbed the other, left them both dead in an alley only a few blocks from here. The rush of killing them just because he could, just because it was convenient and fun, had a kind of high to it that no drug he’d ever tried could even touch. The fact that they wouldn’t even be dead long enough for a missing persons report to be filed only made it funnier, somehow, and he laughed to himself, unheard over the commotion of the bar. ]

[youresovein]

[ Most humans, though perfectly capable of all manner of evil deeds, aren't really all that terrible. It's what makes the truly vicious ones so much more satisfying. It's that rare thrill that has him occupied now — that, and wondering the reason behind the anachronistic choice of hat. Lestat doesn't recognize the man, and doesn't care to try. As he approaches, slow and languid, he shuffles through the man's surface thoughts like a deck of cards. Not a shred of remorse. Delicious.

He slides up to the bar next to him, resting an elbow on the countertop. ]

You look like you've been up to something.

[ He grins conspiratorially. You know, just between the two of us. ]