It had all started with a horrendous row with his father, which had left him sporting a deep purple bruise along his jawline. He could no longer recall what began the argument, but knew it must have had something to do with his extracurricular habits. Logan’s relationship with James had been souring for years, from the moment puberty had kicked in and Logan had become less interested in childish past times and far more interested in the adult. His determination to chase down activities he was far too young to indulge in had slowly but surely driven a rift between father and son that was at this point, too wide to repair. So, unwilling to take the risk of moving out and becoming self sufficient, Logan had taken to avoiding his father by camping out by the pool during the day.

It had its downfalls. By isolating himself he ran the risk of the loneliness becoming overwhelming. Juliet was often out on dates with whoever the latest guy was… his father didn’t want to see him and his mother… well. She just wanted the whole embarrassing debacle over with.

That afternoon, it had all got a bit too much. Logan was curled up on one of the sunbeds nursing a bottle of whiskey he’d stolen from his fathers study the night before. If James suspected, he hadn’t bothered to try and retrieve it and somehow… it stung. Logan craved attention, needed it. Even another hit to the jaw would be acceptable…  he’d take punches over nothing, at this point. Hell, he’d even take another beating with his fathers belt if it meant being touched but despite how much he needed it… pride refused to allow him to seek it overtly.

So there he lay, on his side, shivering as he’d done the last time he’d tried to go cold turkey from the latest ~thing, only this time he was depressingly sober. As far as drugs went, at least.

It was a wonder Abby hadn't gotten pulled over. One call from Juliet and she found herself driving like a mad woman to the Delos house. Everyone could see how Abby felt about Logan. She would do anything for him, and they made a habit of calling her to deal with him. Still, she only minded a little.

She didn't even knock. Just walked in, nearly running into Juliet. She was on her way out but took a moment to point Abby in the right direction. Abby made her way out to him. The first thing she noticed was the bruise, and she winced. If there was one person in the world that Abby truly hated, it was James Delos. There were many times Logan and Juliet had to physically hold Abby back. After all, the man had no qualms about laying a hand on her too.

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The party was...interesting. William had claimed that his retirement was of no benefit to him despite now being CEO of one of the largest global companies to grace the planet. He was right about it seeming more like a coronation, more people here to congratulate William than to commiserate his own departure. He didn’t mind though. William was like a son to him and despite his teasing he was truly proud of what he had become over the years. A decade ago this man was destined for EVP and nothing else. Now however, he had taken over the track his own son should have followed. 

Logan was present of course but he assumed it wasn’t out of choice. He hadn’t forced him himself but years of reinforcement perhaps taught his son that not attending such functions was a faux pas that should be avoided at all costs. 

He did see him drift towards the bar a few times though and eventually he decided it was perhaps enough.

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With Jim retiring, William was being promoted and frankly, that made this party seem worth it. He’d spent a lot of the company’s money on this affair, even shipping some of the hosts there to bulk out the attendees and of course to provide entertainment. It was going quite well he thought as far as retirement/promotion parties went and it seemed like Jim was having a good time, especially as Logan had made an appearance. 

He knew full well that his brother-in-law hated the both of them but at least he was able to have civil interactions with them in such a public forum. 

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“Ooh shit, this looks fun. Can I borrow it?”

          Josh turned and at the sight of him, gave a start. On instinct, he almost reached for the barrel, then thought better of it last second. Instead, Josh stepped back, hand grabbing at the butt of his own gun. He didn’t draw. 

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“You know what? Fuck him. Fuck them. Fuck you. Fuck all of you.”

The words, while uttered calmly and without volume somehow managed to ooze pure and utter rage regardless. Spoken through grit teeth, eyes narrowed as grip tightened just a little too much on glass. It was more than obvious that despite the fact he was not ranting and raving, nor throwing things about in the toddler-esque tantrums of old… Logan was angry.

“Sitting up there in your fucking… glass houses,” he spat, swirling the drink with a little more aggression than was entirely needed, making no move to knock it back. The shit he’d pumped directly into the vein was giving him what he needed for now. The drink at this point seemed fucking superfluous save for a potential missile. “You all think the sun shines out his fuckin’ ass right? Then there’s me. The fuck-up of a son. The embarrassment of a brother. The shit fuckin’ friend… fucking… whatever the fuck they’re calling me up there. Cooing over their own fucking undoing. Fuck them.”

Abby was used to this. Logan telling her how she supposedly felt because he just didn’t get how she adored him. Still. After everything. Pressing her lips together, Abby knew she needed to choose her words carefully. This was not the time for harsh words or for her to play the role he loved the most for her. It was delicate, and she needed to tread carefully. 

“Only one way to find out!” Grinning, Logan claps his hands together, rubbing the palms against one another enthusiastically as he locks eyes with Abby: “Road trip.” They could of course have simply looked it up online but well… he was eager to get out of the house. A change of scene was much desired.

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