“You shouldn’t have to handle that shit. In my head, you still have braces and pigtails. So yea, if a guy touches you, I’ll kill him.” Logan scoffed. He tossed the ice cube into the sink as she kept talking about him being overprotective or something, though he tuned her out for a moment as he contemplated how to explain it to her.<br/><br/>“Stop.” He said after a beat, raising a dark eyebrow as he looked down at her. “Matt’s a brother to me. Your parents have done more for me than mine ever cared enough to do. Watching your back isn’t some chore. You’re basically my kid sister.” Since his actual sister lived across the country, Kathy was... as close as he could get, he supposed. He’d spent most of his junior year of high school in their house, it seemed like a small price to pay to get hit once or twice. “Your brother has some shitty friends.” He decided, rolling his eyes.<br/><br/>“I wholeheartedly agree. I make my living off of drunk people, so I’m biased. Get drunk, get stoned, and get the hell to bed before some other dick makes me have to fight someone. I’ll take care of cleanup later.” He peered into the hallway, where three couples were in various stages of violet making out. After a moment of appraising thenm, he recognized the nearest as Matt himself, making him smirk. “And my boy gets a home run.” He chuckled, shaking his head.<br/><br/>“Tell you what. You can enjoy the party for me. I’m going to take your brother’s advice, and my own. As shitty of friends as your brother has, he also apparently knows a lot of hot girls, and that’s exactly what my life is missing right now.” He shrugged, looking at Kathy. “Stay in public, please. That way there are people around you. Perverts generally go for loners.” He warned. With that, he left, returning to the fog of smoke that was their living room.<br/><br/>It took him less than ten seconds to find someone worth talking to, a blonde girl who looked like she didn’t have two brain cells to rub together. Logan wasn’t exactly a National Merit Scholar, but even he recognized vapidity when he saw it. Fortunately for him, he wasn’t looking for a life companion, he was looking for someone to take with him to one of the guest rooms, and he wasn’t exactly picky. “I’m Logan. We haven’t met.” He told the girl, extending a hand with his most charming smile. The effort was wasted on her, as she was reeled in from the moment he laid eyes on her.<br/><br/>The girl’s friends took the hint, evacuating immediately. Unfortunately, as Logan kept drinking, stumbling over his words, the girl he was trying to flirt with started to lose interest, making an excuse to walk away within five minutes. “Personal record.” He muttered, shaking his head as he set down his empty bottle. He normally tried to avoid public intoxication, but it was a special event. His head was fuzzy with drink, his jaw ached, and he was striking out at an incredible rate, most of the women he approached just smelling the liquor on him and walking away, which was probably smart of them. Unfortunately, it left him with nothing to do but keep drinking and smoking. Matt disappeared at some point with his new acquaintance, likely to an unoccupied bedroom.<br/><br/>“Damn.” He muttered, walking unsteadily to an empty couch and all but collapsing on it, looking around in the hopes of finding a female he hadn’t stricken out with.