Half Housewarming - Fiona and Logan

This post comes on ic day after:

http://alexandrarpgstories.blogspot.ca/2016/11/packing-heat-all-reinharts-some-bad.html


Logan Reinhardt looks around his bedroom and nods. He's actually pretty happy with his purchases. It wasn't much, but he was happy with it. His battered armoire with drawers. His dresser. And a new ... well used ... lounger, love seat and small dining room table and chairs. Not bad for a new place, even if it WAS attached to his parents home. They were charging him rent, but it was a LOT cheaper than strangers would have charged him. And with a new job, he could make the rent and still do his classes in January and STILL maintain a social life. Moving downstairs, he hit the light over his private entrance to make sure Fiona could find the place. Last nights pizza was on the table ... his and hers ... and he was ready for his first ever house guest.

Fiona walks around her new house with a look of wonder twice before heading for Logan's door. The yard is amazing. She already has plans to petition for the building of a firepit so she has a hangout to invite her friends to that's not right in the house with her bothers and parents. Fiona knocks a few times.

Logan hears the knock and turns from the kitchen counter, moving around the table and chairs to the door. He opens it and bows his sister in. "Welcome to my home." he intones, dramatically.

Fiona giggles at her big brother and steps in "Thanks.....oh hey you get your own kitchen? Nice!"

Logan smiles and closes the door behind her. "Yes, but I need a hotplate. No stove or oven, but a microwave and small fridge." he motions. "The kitchen ... the living room. Small but its mostly just me, soooooo." he motions to the dining room table, crammed in with its three chairs. "Dining room. And dinner is served."

Fiona beams "Sharing the leftovers? Now I feel special..." She sits down and reaches to take a slice "Thanks Logan."

Logan laughs and sits as well, reaching for a slice. "I wanted you to be the first woman I had over ... even before mom." he admits. "Besides you know me maybe even better than mom and dad do, I think." he bites and chews. A couple of cans of soda on the table by the wall.

Fiona can't help but be a bit touched by the idea "Thanks Logan....I guess after awhile there's things that siblings know that parents don't....you know so we can be a team when they come at us?" She jokes.

Logan nods. "Yea. There a lot of things I guess we both keep to ourselves and don't share with them." he chuckles. "Like when you caught me crawling in the bedroom window after curfew a couple years ago and told mom and dad I had just slipped past them." he opens a soda. "You cover for me. I cover for you."

Fiona laughs "Well hey anytime...although now you don't have to sneak....you can just come and go. I'll try not to be too jealous."

Logan chuckles. "Maybe. I have to admit ... it will take me a while before I bring any girl here for the night." he takes another bite and chews, thoughtfully. "And ... speaking of girls." he swallows. "I ... well ... I mean .. you .. know I'm no virgin, right?" he blushes a little, but probably not as much if he was talking to his parents.

Fiona rolls her eyes "Logan, I already figured. You're 18, you've been sneaking in after curfew or before the alarms go off. I'm not new you know. And I don't care...I mean I want you to be happy....and careful."

Logan nods and sips at his soda. "I am ... and I am ..." he pauses. "I used my last one last Friday night ... and then on Saturday I moved in here ... and Saturday night I bought some more . but ..." he clears his throat. "When I went into my drawer ... there were three condoms in there ... that weren't in there before." he pauses and lets her say whatever she may want to say before he asks if they were hers ... of her boyfriends.

Fiona giggles and flutters her eyelashes "The condom fairy strikes again, so you don't strike out! I dropped them in there. They were offered to Vincent, by his father on our first date....right in front of me...because DUDE is CREEPY." She holds up her hand in a disclaimer "And we didn't...and we're not ready to. Maybe someday, but in no hurry. I haven't with anyone before and neither has Vincent. Maybe don't tell him I told you that...but yeah, that's all."

Logan listens and blows out a disbelieving breath, covering his face with one hand. "Damn." he looks up. "Well ... I've never met Gino, but ... Man that kid has his work cut out for him." he shakes his head and sips again. "I'm actually glad to hear that, for both of you. And not just because you're my little sister. I like Vincent, by the way. And so does Dad. Now I know why he was so weird about Vincent ... it was because of his father."

Fiona nods "I wish I could get Vincent out of there. I'm so stressed out for him right now. There's a chance it could go another way...there's a cop who wants to" She breaks off remembering they had listened in from the stairs and she technically shouldn't know all this and then bites her lip and reaches for a soda.

Logan looks at her with a slight grin. "Yea .... so you two eavesdropped, did you?" his tone slightly teasing. "Yea. Well dude's dad came onto our mother. Maybe that cop can take him in sooner rather than later." he pauses. "Is he violent, Fi?" he asks. "Is Vincent being abused?"

Fiona smiles sheepishly and then nods and then her eyes fill up with tears and then she nods again "He says he can fight back......but Logan...it's not right...." Finally, not trying to handle it AND be there to support Vincent, her tears spill over and she just starts crying.

Logan moves, kneeling beside his sister and holding her as she cries. "No ... it's NOT right." he blows out a breath. "It sucks ... more than sucks, Fi." he isnt sure what to say about it.

Fiona holds onto Logan and lets it all out "I'm sorry...I've been so good at keeping it together for Vincent because I want to help him.....I didn't realize how much I was holding back..." She catches her breath and wipes at her face, backing up from him a bit.

Logan looks at her when she backs away, reaching blindly for some napkins and offering them to her. "Yea .. well... help him by being his emotional support." he advises. "Leave the rest to us." he smiles. "Come on ... first of all, I bet Dad can totally relate .. and Uncle Mikey probably even more. I don't know all what happened but .... plus ... he has APD on his side ... and Uncle Mikey is a cop. Intimidating, right?" he'd heard about his fathers stunt.

Fiona giggles a bit about their uncle as intimidation and then nods "I know. Big scary looking Reinhardts....works until Mikey's lady shows up and then he gets all..." She makes a little melting gesture "If only to were that easy with Gino DiAntoni, and Grandpa....god people, they should make you buy a license to have babies, I Swear.'

Logan laughs. "Ohhhh its like THAT with Mikeys girlfriend? He must have it BAD." he shrugs. "But think about it. Dad and Uncle Mikey are pretty good guys, even if Dad gets a little paranoid about you. And ... what I saw of your boyfriend ... he's an OK kid. Not like his father." he pauses. "And we're decent kids ... so it didnt skip a generation so ...."

Fiona smiles "I know. I've had a few other boyfriends....Vincent makes me feel...safe. I can't explain it better than that. Not that I'm some damsel in distress, just yeah. I feel like I can be real with him."

Logan thinks about that. "Maybe because he's simple?" he holds up his hands and retakes his seat. "Not stupid, but it sounds like he's pretty easy to please and amuse. Most of the kids around here are spoiled by parents caring or money or both. Maybe its the island life. It's no Jamaica, but still."

Fiona thinks about it "He's far from spoiled. his life makes me feel like a spoiled brat. God....how much we've been able to just take for granted....I mean even when Mom and Dad split for a bit and all the fighting...we never had to wonder if they were going to be there for US..."

Logan nods. "Yea. Our parents are always there for us." he agrees. "Living in this town he's got to know by now that folks know him. Who he is. And are looking out for him."

Fiona cracks open a pop "I think he's figuring that out. It will be what it is. You know we've been talking about my life for an hour now....Logan tell me about your stuff? I feel like a conversation hog here."

Logan chuckles. "What stuff?" he motions around. "Upstairs is the bathroom, a bed, the dresser and I found a matching used set of like armories with drawers. Oh and a lounger. It's a little ratty, but I figure if I knew someone with a decent eye .... she might help me reupholster it ... you know, when she's not making out with her boyfriend." he stands. "Come on up and look." he stands and heads up, grabbing a piece of pizza to take with him.

Fiona giggles and follows him "I'll see if I can make room in my makeout schedule. It's pretty hectic." She jokes. "You have your own bathroom......so jelly..."

Logan leads the way and stands at the foot of his bed ... which is much larger than the one in his old room. "Gee ... thanks." he quips. "Yea, there's no tub, but I am not one for soaking in a bathtub." he admits. "I can do my classwork on my bed or down on the dining room table ... so not much different than when I lived in the same house."

Fiona looks around "Except no Editor Mom......she's good that way on essays. Will you come and have dinner with us lots?"

Logan chuckles. "Yea, but she's close by." he reminds her. He blows out a breath and plops on the lounger. "Not if Owen is cooking." he argues. "I'm going to get a couple of hot plates or something, so I CAN cook. But yea ... I'll probably eat with the family the way I always do. I'll even volunteer to cook and offset my rent."

Fiona laughs "I feel like it was my fault partly with Owen...I left him alone with it. I know how he gets. I just knew Vincent was going to be in my room and I didn't want him finding a bra on the floor....or tampons... or bad angsty ex poetry or ...anything else while he was helping me pack. so I ran off to do a quick sweep and left Owen. To be fair it was only mac and wieners and some chili powder when I left the room."

Logan shakes his head, sadly. "Well, I'm sure Vincent appreciated it. But ... Owen ... he just doesn't get that doesn't work. Chili mac is one thing ... what he made ... I didnt see it, but I smelled it. It was NOT chili mac, damnit." he sighs. "I suppose ONE of us had to be a complete failure in the kitchen. But even Uncle Mikey has a specialty."

Fiona muses "He could be a cook in like a prison...oh wait not, I guess that would be a human rights violation right? I REALLY hope he takes shops. I signed up for Metals and Wood Shop. So be ready for a weird looking cutting board for Christmas for your new place or maybe a plant stand?"

Logan laughs. "Yea ... they are trying to atone ... and no death penalty, you know." he considers it. "After last night I think Mom and Dad will make him. And .. yea ... a cutting board ... OH I've been looking at micro apartment videos on YouTube. So ... yea ... anything space-saving. Or multi purpose." he chuckles. "I actually kind of like this place, to be honest. I'm still close to the family .. not thrown out into the wilderness like Mom and Dad will do with you."

Fiona just sweetly smiles "That's OK I've been watching YouTube videos on how to skin and gut small rodents. The same should apply with larger mammals too I'd think. There are many creatures to be found in the wilds Logan....."

Logan groans. "I was thinking of becoming an EMT, but maybe I should consider law school .... you're gonna need a defense attorney. Maybe Vincent should consider it."

Fiona giggles "I am joking. and jokes aside I'm thinking of becoming a CSI, since I already have half a criminal brain to dig in."

Logan mock scoffs. "It's hard to tell when you start talking serial killing." he considers. "Good point. You do. So like Forensics? A cop?" he chuckles. "Man, just when I thought you couldn't be any more Uncle Mikeys favorite."

Fiona swats at Logan and chuckles "I am NOT his favourite.....ok maybe a little...I guess like a cop yeah. Although I don't want to shoot anyone, just help solve things after someone else does it."

Logan dodges the swipe. "Yea maybe a little." he rolls his eyes. "That sounds like a plan. "And what does your boyfriend plan to do for a living? He doesn't look like a sports jock. What are his interests BESIDES my sister?"

Fiona blushes a bit "Well music obviously, but he actually wants to work in pathology. His mom died of brain cancer, so he wants to help people like her."

Logan looks impressed. "Really? A doctor? Or a lab tech .. but either way ... impressive. He's the guy that plays the harp, right? That really sucks about him mom." he sighs.

Fiona looks out Logan's windows "Yeah harp and lyre....he's great at them. It's a good thing you have your own door now...there's no foot holds here." She teases and then adds "I have a drainpipe on my side.....and the deck railings......not that it's important..."

Logan chuckles. "Well I can let the girls in my door, right?" he looks at her. "Well, depending on what you two were doing out past curfew, I can always tell them you crashed here in the night. I still owe you one .. or two ..."

Fiona gives him a twinkly eyed smile "We're pretty well behaved but I'll keep that in mind. So did you get a job? I wasn't sure if I overheard right. I got a job but you first."

Logan scoffs, but can't really tell her sister NOT to do anything, since he does. "I'm working at Zig Zag records .. at least for now. That guy with the long blond dreadlocks? Phoenix Fire Moon. He's being pretty open with my hours, so when I have class, I can still make it full time." he cants his head. "What are you doing?"

Fiona looks fascinated "The hippie? I've always wanted to study one." She says this like she means by dissection and then bounces a bit "I'm am elf in the cult of the Claus. I'll be brainwashing little minds.... I mean helping the little darlings sit still on his knee."

Logan looks concerned. His sister killing his boss can't guarantee him employment. But before he can mention that she tells him what her job is going to be and he simply blinks. "Did .... did you apply under a false name?"

Fiona just laughs "No but I wonder if there's some kind of elf witnesses protection program so I can hide after wearing the suit. I haven't picked it up yet..."

Logan looks at his sister hard, then cants his head tot he left and keeps on staring. "What's it look like?" he wonders.

Fiona rolls her eyes "Red and green and festive....with bells. If they let me keep it though I can go all zombie elf for Halloween."

Logan grins. "So not all sexy and whatnot?" he looks relieved. "Because ... I don't want to get scarred. is all." he chuckles. "I wonder who the Santas will be ... this town does not have the best record, if memory serves."

Fiona laughs "No danger. Even Vincent is premocking me...so yeah no sexy. Yeah I dunno who the Santas are. I'm sure they'll canvas at the Senior's movie night and see who's senile enough to say yes."

Logan chuckles. "Hey ... it's just natural to want to see a girl pre-wrapped for Christmas." he protests. "Which reminds me ... I need to figure out what I'm going to get for the family."

Fiona quips "Zombie survival kit...the gift that keeps on giving?" She sighs "I'm stumped on Vincent...I was thinking of a cool light carry bag for his lyre but I'm hoping that's not too lame."

Logan snorts. "Weapons all around. I can do that." he grins. "That sounds cute and I bet he loves it." he pauses a minute. "You could invite him for Christmas dinner." he suggests. "Get him away from his father?"

Fiona nods "Yeah I will, but we might be dinner number 2...which is fine. He has a sort of...well his Aunt Darcy. He had thanksgiving with her. She's a cop in town, really cool....actually if you heard Chief Brate, I'm pretty sure that's the cop that wants to take him in. We can hope anyway. Uncle Mikey might confiscate anything too weapon like. Hey he's coming for Christmas with his new lady and her kid. He's little I think though...the kid....might be fun for Seamus."

Logan looks interested. "Aunt ... ohhhh ... like a play aunt." he nods. "Cop is good. The cute one? Wait .. he has noone BUT his Dad?" he shudders. "Oh yea ... I thought he'd never date again. I wonder if she's like Sara ... I mean I know they were married and all, but .. I dunno."

Fiona shrugs "I was kind of meh on Sara too. I mean she was pleasant but Mikey.....I just didn't see it. He's a ball of mush around Stephanie, and I have to say she's delightfully vicious." She lightly kicks at Logan's leg "Which cop do you think it "the cute one"?" She teases.

Logan nods and then laughs. You met her? Tell me!" he demands and then laughs. "Well shes one of the few women in there. I mean Frank Sharp is a lesbian ... that's ... it's a no brainer, Fi. So the other one."

Fiona laughs "Ok well..yeah she's pretty in kind a natural no fuss way, brown hair, chin length.....kind eyes, nice smile. There is one more woman at the station....the loud one....I was hoping you weren't a masochist all of a sudden."

Logan nods. "Oh yea ... the one who should be the towns emergency broadcast system? She's nice but damn!" he chuckles and heads back down to his kitchen. "How's school going? You surviving with yoru brothers suddenly appearing to shame you?"

Fiona sighs "Owen was asking someone potentially inappropriate questions today. I think it was OK but the person in question...literally kinda took off real fast."

Logan blinks. "I'm going to ask. Probably regret it for the rest of my life, but .... What did he ask who?"

Fiona explains "I have this friend at school L....not Elle as in a girl's name, the letter L. L is well self defined bi-gender. I've never met anyone else who's that before but it's basically sort of having phases of male and phases of female where dress and posture and behavior switch from one to the other. L was explaining it and Owen asked the hermaphrodite question, as in Are you one. Then L left without even getting whatever they...well she that day ordered."

Logan stares a minute. "Ahhhh our Owen." he chuckles. "Well, I can't talk. The first word that popped into my head was Sybil. The movie about the chick with the multiple personalities?" he blows out a breath. "That's gotta be rough on .... L."

Fiona frowns "I haven't seen that. I did watch that one Orlando though but it's more of a many lives than personalities. I'm not sure how to ask L without making it worse. I know Owen was just being curious, I just hope it wasn't offensive."

Logan shrugs. "There were movies in '76 and 2001, plus a book I read. I ... had ... phases." he nods. "I don't know how you can be that and not expect a million questions. Especially from a 14 year old kid. And Owens a YOUNG 14."

Fiona scrutinizes Logan now "You had phases? Of reading.....or gender stuff?"

Logan sighs. "Both." he admits. "There was a guy in my school in Vancouver ... we played around but ... I don't know if its for me. I like girls too, so ..." he shrugs and moves on. "But books .. HELL yea. You should see my electronic book collection!"

Fiona just takes it in and nods "Cool. I've never had that feeling with a girl, but I understand the appeal." She has a sudden flash and squints "I wonder if Owen was....nah he's just a weird kid all the time..."

Logan snorts. "I still don't know. I mean ... guys ... I think I'd be a little worried and I don't know why." he snorts. "I think of Owen and I think he's more no-sexual. Just driving women away with his manners or his cooking ...." he adopts a high falsetto. "Owen I'm sure you mean well, but I can't stay with a man who has his own stock of ipecac."

Fiona shudders than laughs "Maybe having a stock of that would be wise until he learns to cook." She looks truly curious "Why would you be worried about guys? Like as in people being jerks to you about it?"

Logan scoffs. "So, the rest of his life .. OK until he learns to stick to a recipe." then he shrugs. "I don't know. Dad and Uncle Mikey are such jocks. But yea. I know it can still be bad out there. If I had to say I would say I think I could love anyone, if they were special enough, although there have been more women than men in my life."

Fiona shrugs "Well I think it's all cool. Love is love right? And I'd be more worried about Grandpa being a dick that Dad and Uncle Mikey."

Logan nods. "Yea ... but .... What it should be and what it is can be two different things. And ... I wouldn't invite anyone I know to meet Grandpa .... not anyone I LIKED." he scoffs.

Fiona nods vigorously "Oh yeah. I agree. Oh hey I almost forgot.....one sec..." She dashes down to her backpack and comes back with a few envelopes "You got mail. I brought it because Dad forgot to tell you yesterday." She taps on an envelope with an address from Germany "That one's a Christmas card from Kurt. He sent me one too....I'm actually glad he sent you one. I was worried if he kept writing to me I'd have to politely mention I have a boyfriend now." She blushes a little.

Logan takes the envelope, blushing madly. "Thanks. Yea ..." he sets it on the kitchen counter. "Why ... didn't things work out between you two, anyway? Well besides being on the other side of the planet?"

Fiona watches Logan and shrugs "I dunno....I kinda got the impression he liked someone else, bit of a brush off, you know. So then that stupid Joey thing happened, and now....well now I can't complain....... Are you OK? You look all flushed....."

Logan swallows hard and sighs. "Yea ..... I ... think he did. I just didn't know at the time ... the girl he meant.... but Vincent is fantastic." he stammers.

Fiona folds her arms and frowns at Logan "What is WITH you?" She's truly baffled and then asks offhandedly "Can I see your card from him? I think he makes his own. Crafty Germans..."

Logan hesitates and, looking rather guilty, hands the envelope over without really thinking about it, assuming it is innocent.

Fiona gives Logan another odd look but then casually takes the card "Oh look he drew the old barn at Aunt Hilda's.....wow yours is so detailed. I got a sparrow, I mean a nice sparrow..." Without thinking she opens it, assuming it just says Merry Christmas inside like hers but there's quite a bit more text. As soon as she realizes she's accidentally read something VERY personal she snaps the card shut and turns red, looking both embarrassed and a little annoyed. She holds the card out to Logan blinking rapidly "Wow.....so he made out with me by the fence before he just whipped out the bratwurst for you...in the barn....? Now I understand the drawing. Were you ever going to tell me about that?!"

Logan looks at Fiona the moment she mentions the barn and snatches it away to read as she mentions bratwurst. "I .... was .... yea ... um ... what can I say? I didn't know he'd just been kissing you, but ..." he blushes. "Aunt Hilda's barn got ... yea ... it was ... I mean come'on Fi ... he's cute and charming and." he looks at the card, reading it completely, his words stopping as he gives those words his complete attention.

Fiona just starts laughing and swats her brother "Oh my GOD! I never though YOU'D be my competition with a guy! Whatever, he and I weren't anything but one kiss. We didn't ask each other out, no labels...clearly he was figuring out which Reinhardt by trying a serving of two and you were the bigger spoonful....perhaps a soup bowl even...no dessert...definitely dessert." She sighs, shaking her head and laughing and then has to ask "So it sounds like he still likes you. How do you feel about it?"

Logan's eyes grow a little wide. "FIONA!" he laughs. "Yea ... " he holds up the card, now closed. "He is thinking about going to school in Canada ...." he swallows. "And ... wants another helping." he laughs. "I mean ... I'd ... honestly like that. He's a cool guy. Just had his 18th birthday ... and you have Vincent."

Fiona grins "I'm over Kurt. He was a ridiculously good kisser though.....so you go. I might be biased...but Vincent's even better at it...and I'm not sharing this time! When is he going to be here? "

Logan sighs. "Yes ... yes he was." then shakes himself. "Well, Vincent is a little young for me. Besides I KNOW he likes you. He stayed, even though he smelled Owen's cooking." he grins. "January. When classes start ... so we'll probably see each other on campus. Maybe go have lunch ... or something ..." he shrugs. "So ... he'll have to miss our Christmas."

Fiona wiggles her brows "Or something....mmhmm. Gives you a bit of time to decide if and how or if you want to tell mom and dad. Or I can just run interference if you need it."

Logan chuckles. "Yea .... Uncle Mikey ran into me on my way out of that barn the next day ... I think he figured it out and didn't say anything to Dad." he shrugs. "Basically he only told me to be careful both sexually and otherwise, because ... well you know Uncle Mikey is a pretty classical cynic. He doesn't believe people accept homosexual behavior, they just lie about accepting it better."

Fiona muses on this "Maybe as a cop he's seen some bad stuff that way. And I do want you to be careful because of that, even though I think people who would hurt someone for who are how they love should be locked up for even thinking that way. Sadly they don't come with warning labels that would let us."

Logan nods. "He worked in a place called The Devil's Kitchen so ..... yea ... Cedar Point must be like a vacation to him." he smiles. "Yea ... they should." he sighs. "Now Grampa is in my head. I mean ... Mom and Dad and Grandma did a pretty good job of cutting his sentences off before they got a good head of steam but .... I got the idea a few times and I'm glad I didnt bring he black girl around him .. never MIND Kurt." he sighs deeply.

Fiona snickers "Yeah he's an ass. Wanna know something funny? He can't even look at me since I got all my piercings, let alone say a word to me." She makes a dramatic hand swirl around her face "THIS is an excellent filter. And he doesn't even know about my tattoo!" She bites her lip after, realizing in her candid comfort that neither did Logan yet. Sheepishly she pleads "Please don't tell Dad...Mom let me with my saved up babysitting money......."

Logan laughs. "I'm not sure I am THAT desperate yet .... yet ..." then he blinks. "Where?" he wonders. But if their mother allowed it, it couldnt be THAT bad.

Fiona shrugs off her hoodie and starts pulling up the back of her t shirt "Don't worry, it's not somewhere indecent. But I did hide it from Dad by wearing t shirts over my bathing suit this year." She turns around and show off the squashed fairy.

Logan looks and blinks. "OK ... it's pretty and all but ... Fi ... it's still a tramp stamp ... which ... I'm not sure Dad should EVER know about this." he sighs. "Why THERE?" he wonders.

Fiona pulls her shirt back down and grabs her hoodie, looking exasperated. "A tramp stamp? Logan, you? Seriously? And what do you mean why there? Why not?"

Logan sort of gapes a little bit. "That's ... just ... what ... what it's KNOWN as." he protests. "I mean .. why not on your belly ... or upper back ... or ... some OTHER wide flat place?" and they he realizes how that may sound and drops his face into his hand.

Fiona folds her arms and taps her foot "I see." She starts to take a tone he'll know well as her getting fed up defending something "For your ....information...I chose it for discretion." She gestures at her face again "These I can take out...a tattoo I cannot. So thinking ahead to the world of work, I chose my lower back because unless I become a professional lifeguard, it's not a spot a stranger could judge me for. Now strangers, I expect judgement from. They're clueless drones out in the tick tock world who care nothing for me......my BROTHER....on the other hand...."

Logan hears the tone and rubs the back of his shaved head. "I didn't name the damn thing, Fiona." he protests. "I like it ... and .. as long as you don't WANT to become a lifeguard...." he blows out a breath. "Mom approved so I can't judge. But DAD?" he shrugs. "Does Vincent like it?" he asks, casually, hoping she will relax.

Fiona throws up her hands "Dad has 3 tattoos. Hello? Pot...kettle much....I should just tell him. And I thought Vincent was going to faint from hormones when he saw it.....shit I guess that's why they call it a tramp stamp isn't it? " She laughs but it still has an edge of anger.

Logan sighs deeply. "Not on his ... ugh ... Fiona ..." he begins and then Vincent's name comes up and, forgetting he is the one who BROUGHT him up, can't help but laugh. "Maybe, but what are the chances that if I called you a tramp in front of him, he's give me a knuckle sandwich?"

The thought of Vincent punching Logan at this very moment actually does cheer her up slightly. She smiles more genuinely "He would you know."

Logan smiles. "He'd better .. and never mind a STRANGER." he grins. "Listen Fi ... I didn't make gender stereotypes. I mean ... do't you know people who .. I dunno .. perfectly fit or don't perfectly fit? I mean .. you're dating a harp player ... that's mostly women, isn't it?"

Fiona shrugs "I guess lots of them are. You know I don't care about that stuff though. I just got annoyed that you said tramp stamp like it was a big judgement. I didn't expect that from you. Maybe I took it wrong. Or maybe I should just proudly call it a tramp stamp and reclaim it and say fuck you to the haters."

Logan sighs deeply. "Knee jerk reaction, and I'm sorry." he apologizes. "Maybe you should, but don't walk around expecting everyone to be accepting. That's a little naive for this day and age, or does that make me too much like Uncle Mikey?" he mick punches her arm, trying to lighten things. "I love you. I just don't want you to be surprised when people act like ass holes." he blows out a breath because he thinks he does indeed sound like his uncle Michael.

Fiona softens "I love you too. And I do expect people to be assholes. Uncle Mikey's trained us both that way. I'm sorry I got so mad." She walks over to Logan and leans down to hug him.

Logan hugs her back. "Well, it's alright. It's probably a good thing you can go all Feminist on people." he grins. "But of course I'm sorry I can't beat up guys to protect your honor." he rests a finger on Kurt's card. "But I CAN have a talk with this one. Not telling us he'd been with the other."

Fiona steps back and smirks "Pretty good at protecting my own honour but thanks for the thought." She glances at the card "Sometimes they're dangerous when they're that cute....goes to their head. Hopefully he's settled down.I mean unless you're both happy to play the field and it all just works." She shrugs "Maybe tell him no more relatives or friends though because that's just awkward."

Logan smiles. "You're welcome." then he nods, slowly. "A good rule and I do believe I know exactly how to get him to agree to that. We're not exclusive and won't be unless he plans to STAY in Canada. And I'm not sure ... he'll have to work pretty hard to get me to forgive him for kissing my sister." he sighs. "God, what time is it? I should probably get you home."

Fiona grabs for her phone "Oh yeah. I should get back or the packing fairies will carry me off in my sleep. I'll be so glad when we're moved in here and we can just slowly unpack!"

Logan smiles. "Enjoy. I got moved in in time to enjoy my place before Friday ... when Dad loses his mind ....." he chuckles. "Can you get home on your own or do I have to be manly and escort you?"

Fiona's eyes flash briefly and she throws a pillow at her brother "Like a FISH needs a BICYCLE!" she mock shouts "Don't make me kick your ass Logan." She picks up her backpack again "I will walk myself."

Logan laughs and moves to the door, opening it for her. "M'Lady." he intones, ready to dodge a final punch but knowing his sister will get home safely .... but sending their father and mother text messages that she's on her way once she is out of his sight.

Fiona doesn't punch but her farewell is a finger point jabbed in the air and "Hrmph!" before she turns, half grinning and half exasperated.