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last01standingTitle: Volatility
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Dark Angel is emphatically not mine
Summary: Logan and Alec get drunk together. Wackiness ensues
Author’s note: For Christmas for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
yourlivewire who wanted Logan and alec drinking together and bonding and max walking in after a while to hear them discussing her.
Volatility
The friendship grows slowly, taking root between snatches of words over coffee and games of pool at Crash. It becomes part of the scenery of things, like Mole’s cigars or Max’s mood swings and Joshua’s flag flying high over Terminal City.
It’s just Alec and Logan walking down the streets of Terminal City shoulders bumping as they laugh.
It used to be a jarring sight, but now, nearly two years after the Jam Pony incident, there are some people in Terminal City who don’t remember it any other way.
The thing is, neither admit it, but neither had really had a friend before, sure Logan had his family and various Eyes Only informants and Alec had his group back at Manticore but for obvious reasons, that really doesn’t count.
“I don’t think Max likes me,” Alec says.
“No one likes you, Alec. Especially not Max. You’ve know that for years.”
Everyone likes Alec. The problem is there’s not a lot of people Alec really knows.
They’re hold up in Terminal City’s computer lab with a bottle of Jack Daniels between them. “This is different,” he says, pouring himself a shot. “She came right up to me, looked at me and said ‘Alec, I don’t like you.’”
“That’s specific.”
“That’s just weird. She asked me where I was last night and I said I was running an Eyes Only gig with you and she looked right at me and said ‘Alec I don’t like you.’”
“What? You stand her up on a date?”
Alec slides the bottle of liquor back to Logan. “You do remember that little plan was all Maxie right. You’re not still bitter are you.”
“I am still very very bitter,” Logan confirms. “But I’m getting over it. Max has a tendency to be..”
“Rash?” Alec offers.
“I was going to say mildly insane, but rash is much more PC.”
“You have no idea,” Logan says, pouring himself another shot. “Some of the stuff she used to do before Manticore went down got pretty intense. I ever tell you about the time she had to bail Normal out when he was being held up by art smugglers.”
“See,” Alec said. “those were the days. Arms dealers. You know last year we had a breeding cult apocalypse a paramilitary group and three different secret organizations from the government on our tail.”
Logan downed his shot. “I can hardly believe that myself. Remember the time they caught Joshua and Max and tried to put them up in the circus?”
Alec lets out a snort of laughter. “And the Carina swoops in like the bat girl she is and tells the ringmaster if she doesn’t let them go, she’s going to take their souls into hell.”
“And they didn’t only let them go, they supplied Terminal City with free cotton candy for a week.”
“I never ever a want to see Mole on a sugar rush ever again. We had to hide all the guns.”
“You know, I miss Lydecker,” Logan says. “He was predictable, human. He want to catch X-5s and bring them back to Manticore. Simple. Now we’ve got people who want to mate the cat people with the dog people to see what they get.”
“Speaking of cat people,” Alec says, grinning. “Max ever tell you about the time she went into heat and started molesting Normal.”
Logan chokes midway through his shot. Alec starts laughing.
“She ever tell you that?” Logan counters finally.
“No, but Normal did?”
They both start laughing again, sputtering into their glasses and that’s when Max walks up behind him. “Alec,” she says shortly as both men’s laughter cuts off abruptly. “You asked me earlier why I don’t like you.”
“Yeah, Max,” Alec says.
“Lemme guess,” Logan slurs. “This is why.”
“This is why,” Max confirms.
(End)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Dark Angel is emphatically not mine
Summary: Logan and Alec get drunk together. Wackiness ensues
Author’s note: For Christmas for
yourlivewire who wanted Logan and alec drinking together and bonding and max walking in after a while to hear them discussing her.Volatility
The friendship grows slowly, taking root between snatches of words over coffee and games of pool at Crash. It becomes part of the scenery of things, like Mole’s cigars or Max’s mood swings and Joshua’s flag flying high over Terminal City.
It’s just Alec and Logan walking down the streets of Terminal City shoulders bumping as they laugh.
It used to be a jarring sight, but now, nearly two years after the Jam Pony incident, there are some people in Terminal City who don’t remember it any other way.
The thing is, neither admit it, but neither had really had a friend before, sure Logan had his family and various Eyes Only informants and Alec had his group back at Manticore but for obvious reasons, that really doesn’t count.
“I don’t think Max likes me,” Alec says.
“No one likes you, Alec. Especially not Max. You’ve know that for years.”
Everyone likes Alec. The problem is there’s not a lot of people Alec really knows.
They’re hold up in Terminal City’s computer lab with a bottle of Jack Daniels between them. “This is different,” he says, pouring himself a shot. “She came right up to me, looked at me and said ‘Alec, I don’t like you.’”
“That’s specific.”
“That’s just weird. She asked me where I was last night and I said I was running an Eyes Only gig with you and she looked right at me and said ‘Alec I don’t like you.’”
“What? You stand her up on a date?”
Alec slides the bottle of liquor back to Logan. “You do remember that little plan was all Maxie right. You’re not still bitter are you.”
“I am still very very bitter,” Logan confirms. “But I’m getting over it. Max has a tendency to be..”
“Rash?” Alec offers.
“I was going to say mildly insane, but rash is much more PC.”
“You have no idea,” Logan says, pouring himself another shot. “Some of the stuff she used to do before Manticore went down got pretty intense. I ever tell you about the time she had to bail Normal out when he was being held up by art smugglers.”
“See,” Alec said. “those were the days. Arms dealers. You know last year we had a breeding cult apocalypse a paramilitary group and three different secret organizations from the government on our tail.”
Logan downed his shot. “I can hardly believe that myself. Remember the time they caught Joshua and Max and tried to put them up in the circus?”
Alec lets out a snort of laughter. “And the Carina swoops in like the bat girl she is and tells the ringmaster if she doesn’t let them go, she’s going to take their souls into hell.”
“And they didn’t only let them go, they supplied Terminal City with free cotton candy for a week.”
“I never ever a want to see Mole on a sugar rush ever again. We had to hide all the guns.”
“You know, I miss Lydecker,” Logan says. “He was predictable, human. He want to catch X-5s and bring them back to Manticore. Simple. Now we’ve got people who want to mate the cat people with the dog people to see what they get.”
“Speaking of cat people,” Alec says, grinning. “Max ever tell you about the time she went into heat and started molesting Normal.”
Logan chokes midway through his shot. Alec starts laughing.
“She ever tell you that?” Logan counters finally.
“No, but Normal did?”
They both start laughing again, sputtering into their glasses and that’s when Max walks up behind him. “Alec,” she says shortly as both men’s laughter cuts off abruptly. “You asked me earlier why I don’t like you.”
“Yeah, Max,” Alec says.
“Lemme guess,” Logan slurs. “This is why.”
“This is why,” Max confirms.
(End)
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