An elderly gruff looking gentleman sat across from you chattering away and grinning to himself like a fool, you smirked at him as you swirled the cool dark liquid in your glass around before necking it back and draining it in one mouthful and placing the now empty glass back down on the table. 

You went to speak but got interrupted by the door to the place flying open with a force, a man appearing in the open space, gun drawn, and a stupid grin plastered all over his face. The grin faltered as the door came back towards him and he quickly hopped out of the way, glaring at it as it narrowly missed hitting him.

Silence had filled the saloon at the man's dramatic entrance and he glanced around at each person grinning from ear to ear searching for something before his eyes landed on you.

"You!" He exclaimed waving his pistol about as he crossed the room towards you.

"You are one hard lass to keep track of!" He beamed.

The rest of the occupants of the place had returned to their loud conversations and the music had started up again as if they had never been interrupted.

You sighed and slumped back into your chair. There he was again. Logan Delos, your apparent new stalker.

He reached the table you were sat at quickly and stood beside it, staring down at the gruff old gent sat across from you.

"Move." He said forcibly, gesturing with his gun for him to up and leave. The man raised an eyebrow at him but didn't speak and Logan rolled his eyes and grabbed at him by the shirt collar pulling him up out of his seat and pushing him to the ground.

The old man scrambled to his feet and was ready to start hurling abuse and fight back at Logan but you held your hand up to stop him, shaking your head, telling him not to bother. He huffed and walked away.

"Why do those things never listen?" Logan asked now sitting across from you. He placed his pistol on the table and turned his attention fully towards you.

"Anyway.... Where were we?" He said leaning forward and propping his elbows up on the table.

You rolled your eyes at him.

"I told you I wasn't interested." You stated, aggravated, and went to stand up to leave. He grabbed your arm to stop you.

"Woah, c'mon now. I just wanna talk." He said letting go of you and holding his hands up in defeat.

You sighed again and sat back down. He grabbed the bottle of whiskey that was on the table between you, refilled your glass and the empty one the old man had left behind. He watched as you drained the drink quickly, an amused smile lighting up his face. He refilled your glass as soon as it had hit the table.

"So... talk." You shrugged at him, twisting the glass around on the table between your fingers.

He let out a deep chuckle and fell back into his seat. He stared at you for a moment and then pursed his lips, tilting his head to one side.

"Why don't you like me?" He asked innocently.

You smiled and shook your head at him in disbelief, a laugh escaping your lips.

"You've been following me around this damn park just because you think I don't like you?" You questioned cocking an eyebrow at him.

"Am I wrong?" He asked, confused.

"I never said I didn't like you." You shrugged and took a sip from your glass this time, the last down had made your head rush a bit and you weren't quite ready to repeat it.

"So... you do like me?" He was leaning forward again now, a pearly white toothy smile encasing his face, a single eyebrow raised.

You furrowed your brows.

"Didn't say that either."

He bit his lip and looked down at the table for a moment before meeting your eyes again.

"So, which is it? Do you like me or not?" He asked his shoulders rising and falling in a small shrug.

"I don't even know you."

He laughed.

"Sure you do." He said with a grin, raising both eyebrows as he sat up straight. "You knew my name and you knew my business without me even saying, so you’ve heard of me. You know who I am."

You bit your tongue.

"You're right, I do know you. You're an asshole rich kid who never had to work a day in his life and had everything handed to him on a silver platter. You spend the majority of your time partying and falling in and out of clubs with model after model. You're just living to splash your cash, get high, and fuck everything that moves."

He watched you as you ranted, his smile still firmly in place, eyes lit up with amusement.

You drained the glass of liquid in front of you again as you finished speaking, you had gotten angrier than you meant too but this obnoxious jerk had been following you around and bugging you for nearly two days now and you were kinda bored of it.

He leaned forward again and looked you in the eyes.

"Oh, Sweetheart..." He smiled, and you grimaced at the nickname and glared at him which only made him chuckle softly and shake his head.