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logan doesn’t even need to see merritt to be annoyed by her presence; her voice does the trick. even if she wasn’t (constantly, obviously, desperately) trying to fuck noa, logan can’t imagine a world in which she’s a fan of merritt’s; she’s always been too practical by half to be anything but annoyed by all the woo-woo shit. it’s hard enough to take juno seriously all the time, and she likes juno.  besides, there’s no way the universe would share its secrets with someone so fucking annoying.  her eyes flick dismissively across merritt, “hey,” she volleys back, though her tone should make it clear merritt’s not a welcome presence. one eyebrow arcs in response to merritt’s observation. she exhales a huff of humorless laughter. “it’s not brave. i just don’t eat like a dog.” the kid at the counter calls out a name that doesn’t belong to either of them, and logan folds her arms over her chest. “i thought you guys had a rotating schedule of who cooks.” which she only knows because monty has talked about shane’s cooking like he’s going to file adoption papers. maybe the only way merritt can compete is by outsourcing to sticky fingers. given logan is also standing in line for takeout, she shouldn't judge. that doesn't stop her.

"I'm surprised this is the first you're hearing about it," Marlowe pries with the subtle narrowing of their eyes. "Unless you already got the details and you're just asking to make conversation. Either way, it was the most fun I’ve had in a while."

“oh, no, i want the business,” logan confirms, though she’s smiling when she says it. dutifully, she refills the shot glass in front of marlowe. briefly, her eyes flick to the clock on the wall to check how long she’s been keeping the openers waiting. longer than they would want, she’s sure, but she wasn’t impressed by them during their sound check; she doesn’t anticipate them lasting long. she looks back at marlowe. “but either way, you’re welcome.” she hums in acknowledgment of marlowe’s comment on what 2nd heaven deserves, avoiding giving her own opinion on the matter. it’s not that she disagrees, it’s that she doesn’t want to actually say she agrees. luckily, they turn the conversation back towards themselves.  logan snorts. “how about you finish this tour first,” she says like their ambition isn’t the thing logan admires most about marlowe.  “no, this is the first time i’ve heard of it.” she was too busy fighting with noa the night before to get a rundown of how the tour went. shifting her weight to rest her hip against the bar, logan crosses her arms over her chest. “but here’s hoping we both get lucky and you’ll be back on the road having the time of your life sooner rather than later.” she spins the cap of the handle that’s still open. “not that i’m trying to get rid of you. just the rest of them.”

“noa,” she manages to keep a straight face yet avoids making eye contact with logan. eventually, ana looks up and breaks, chuckling at her own joke. it’s funny because it’s so outlandish. noa isn’t on her radar, not like that. he's famous for his singing voice and his ability to piss her off, which she assumes logan would understand better than anyone else. however, ana does appreciate having another person who is watching out for victor. so, he does have that going for him. “no, it was someone i met at jukebox last week and it was terrible,” she takes a quick sip of the redbull before placing it down, ready to fully immerse herself into the story. “he was already a boring date, but then an hour went by and we ran into his girlfriend.” ana's whole body shudders, remembering how awkward and uncomfortable the situation was. it doesn't get much worse than that. “safe to say he isn’t the one. and neither was the guy from last week, or three weeks ago… ugh, all these men suck. are you sure you want to be single again?”

neither amusement nor annoyance crossing logan’s face at ana’s comment, instead she simply waits for ana to say who she was actually out with. her lack of concern proves justified when ana lets out a laugh, and her patience rewarded with an honest answer.  there’s a part of logan that sympathizes with ana’s plight — she’s been on her share of bad dates — but something about ana’s tone doesn’t resonate. maybe that’s because for as long as logan’s known her, she’s considered ana to be kind of a prude (though she imagines ana would insist, much like her movie double, that she’s just highly selective), but either way, her heart doesn’t seem to be in it. logan’s eyes narrow slightly; not out of suspicion, just in observation. “sure, the men suck,” logan shrugs. “but has the sex at least made one or two of the dates worth your time?”

when logan feels a hand at her elbow, the last person she’s expecting to see at the other end of the hand is birdie. logan turns, not returning the greeting but also not telling them to fuck off, and her expression is expectant. “any ideas?” she repeats, disdain seeping into her words. “no. it’s not my job to keep track of your shit.”  it might not be her job to keep track of their shit, but it is her job to make sure the night runs smoothly. and fortunately for birdie, logan cares about her job more than she hates them. so despite her words suggesting otherwise, logan isn’t completely ignoring birdie’s request. she heads to the supply closet — managing to suppress her annoyance when she hears birdie’s footsteps behind her — and grabs an extra wedge. “here,” she says, tossing it to them. “don’t lose this one. we’ll charge you for it if we don’t get it back at the end of the night.”

“right,” logan scoffs. yeah, marlowe is easy enough to deal with, but do they seriously expect them to believe a band with noa, julien, and andie never had any diva moments? she’s not a fucking idiot.  “don’t worry about it,” logan dismisses their gratitude with a wave of her hand, “i would’ve been pissed if you tried to take them anywhere else.” not that there’s another venue in town for them to go to, but the sentiment remains.  “how was tour, anyway?” as loathe as she is to admit it, logan’s invested in 2nd heaven, secretly rooting for their success no matter the status of her and noa’s relationship. her life would be so much easier if they sucked. not that she’s going to admit that, content to pretend like she’s asking purely for curiosity’s sake.  logan raises the handle and her eyebrows, as she waits for a response, silently asking marlowe if they want another shot.

ana can’t offer much assistance. her knowledge behind the bar only goes as far as pouring beer from the tap, water from the fountain, and mixing a few basic drinks. and yet, you won't hear her complaining since she’s able to sneak a few for herself in the process. logan’s touch is unexpected when it reaches her back. nonetheless, ana follows its implied direction. she stops swaying to the music long enough to allow logan the space she needs before reaching across the counter again for empty cups. by the second song, everyone is settled in. the band has the audience’s full attention and the bar line's died down. ana is placing the dirty dishes in the bar sink when logan is (almost?) passing her a redbull. “a 2nd heaven groupie? are you drunk already?” the music is great, she’ll proudly admit it. but, the last thing she’s ever felt is the desire to follow around the band members in order to sleep with them.  “oh, come on,” ana rolls her eyes, deciphering the real question that’s written between the lines, “noa and my’s good is about the same as his and your’s bad… without the sex, obviously— i’ll take that, thank you—” she does a terrible job hiding her smile as she snatches the can from logan’s hand. “you don't have to worry about me. i had a date last night.”

her question wasn’t even about noa. or, it wasn’t entirely about noa, as her and noa aren't together. what, or who, he doesn’t isn’t her problem. what it was actually about is her breakup induced desire to punish anyone with personal affection for any member of 2nd heaven. (and it certainly doesn’t hurt that despite ana being obviously gorgeous, logan isn’t stupid enough to think noa would be interested in her.) still, she doesn’t argue, accepting ana’s denial and letting her swipe the can from her grasp.  logan’s eyebrows raise with ana’s news. “did you?” she asks with a grin. it’s a pleasant surprise. while logan doesn’t know ana well, she’s developed an unexpected fondness for her. part of that fondness stems from logan assuming ana has set her standards so high because she’s a prude and being endeared by these perceived qualities, but she’ll happily trade that for some juicy gossip. “with who? and was it any good?”

Not that Marlowe expects an actual attempt at sabotage during the performance, but they sometimes feel like they're playing a game of 'the floor is lava' when it comes to Logan and Noa or Julien or Birdie, where the lava is whatever beef is happening in real time.

logan rounds the corner, heading back to the bar to get vodka for the openers. she assumes the room will be empty, with both bands in their respective green rooms, but of course marlowe’s there, inspecting the stage. after grabbing a handle, she heads their direction. they haven’t actually spoken yet, with logan doing everything in her power to avoid 2nd heaven, but she’s got no issue with marlowe. egging isn’t really logan’s style, but she shrugs. “yeah, you should.” she holds the vodka out to marlowe as a peace offering. “but i’d bet you have to worry about that at every show. you hardly picked them for their personalities; they probably piss someone off everywhere they go.”