Logan had his arms across his chest, blanket around his shoulders. He glared at his sometime lover, always best friend. "I can't believe I let you talk me into that," he muttered.
"Come on, Lo," Dick said. "It was fun!"
"Fun is night surfing," Logan said. "Not streaking through the public library."
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Date: 2011-12-19 05:00 am (UTC)"Come on, Lo," Dick said. "It was fun!"
"Fun is night surfing," Logan said. "Not streaking through the public library."