<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Logan O'Neill</span></span><br/><br/>Logan quickly checked his phone when he heard it vibrate. He raised an eyebrow at Quinn's text and smirked.<span style="font-style: italic">Before any of us? That's priceless.</span>Logan laughed to himself before hearing a voice from the other side of the room. He quickly shoved the phone back into his pocket without sending out a reply when a young boy with unruly blonde hair and pale skin ran into the room faster than any race car. Compared to Logan's tan skin and dark jet black hair, no one would realize they were related at all.<br/><br/>Logan quickly caught his younger brother, who was only 5 and a pain at times, hauling him up into his arms and tickling him until the laughter filled the small apartment living room. Logan thought for a long time he would be the only child but then Colin became the best surprise for all of them and filled the empty quiet house he grew up in with a lot of chaos and disaster but it was all worth it in the end. Though Logan lived near campus in Austin while his family lived in Dallas his parent drove down to visit quite often. They always complained about his small place but he didn't have the money for anything else right now. His parents couldn't help pay for his college let alone his living arrangements, not with the current economy, and his job at the Irish Tavern near campus as a late night bartender only covered so much. So he did what he could to get by.<br/><br/>He dropped Colin down, watching him zoom out of the room to do whatever younger kids did these days. Logan grabbed his backpack, swung it over his shoulder and smiled when a large older man twice his size came into room, trying to squeeze through the small door from his bedroom. He gave his family his bedroom whenever they visited and slept on the couch. They always fussed over it but he wouldn't accept it any other way.<br/><br/>"You heading out?" His father, Brian, asked. For a man with such dark hair like his, the Irish accent caught a lot of people off guard, but when you met his mom with the pale skin and blonde hair it was the complete opposite.<br/><br/>"Yeah, meeting up with some friends. I'll be back later. Make yourselves comfortable!" He called out, waving a quick goodbye to his dad who returned it as he left.<br/><br/>He jumped into his truck and drove to their regular Friday meeting place, jumping out of his truck just in time to catch Phil walking in. He walked into the restaurant, slapping a hand on the back of Phil's back with a grin. "Yo, Phil. How's it going?" He dropped his hands into his jean pockets, his blue eyes scanning the restaurant for the others but he already knew where they'd be sitting. He spotted Quinn and Tanner from the entrance at their usual table by the window and began walking towards them.<br/><br/>"Hey guys. What's this about computers?" Logan eyed the computer bag before taking his place next to Tanner.