Grand Entrance

Logan went through the motions with Dorian and made sure every shirt had a pin stuck on it, patting himself on the back for a job well done. He tried to mention his own running while gushing about Dorian where he could, but it kept coming out too quiet, and he mentally sighed at himself. After a while, he didn't bring Vice President Delacroix up at all, even if his gift was pleasantly pinned next to the Crawford button on his jacket.

He peered curiously at Dorian as he left, shrugging and holding down the fort for him. When he returned, oh, the scents in the air! Logan clapped his hands together and squealed in delight. "An angel! An angel of junk food, golden halo covered in grease and frosting! My hero." He ate the meatiest pizza, chugged soda, and nibbled at the cheesecake. He loved rich food. For such a pretty, dainty boy, he certainly knew how to shove a lot of garbage down his throat. This was what prospective all nighter projects ran on.

Logan slowed his eating and hummed. "Vito Rosales used to be a lot of things, and still is! He's kind of like, an idol of mine. His suits are always so nice when I see him visiting the Academy, too… The whole Rosales gang thing is pretty scary, and I don't think I'd want to meet his fiance, but the kids are friendly, huh? So I guess they can't be that terrible, crime family or not. God. Manta Carlos is so fucking weird." He shook his head. He was well aware, unicorn and serial killer's son, that he counted in that area, but it didn't make him any less likely to shake his head over it.

He watched Dorian as he spoke on Sinclair, first quiet, then breaking out in a huge grin and laughing openly. "He doesn't look all that tough. He's a hippie. All of the events I'm seeing posters for are so, I don't know, pretentious in that roundabout trying too hard to not be pretentious way. You know? Like. Oh, look at how modest and selfless I am. I'm not rich or fancy like you guys! Constantin went that direction last year, but I guess he proved himself. I don't really care for it, though, and Sinclair's really fluffy." He sniffed and averted his eyes. Yes, so was Logan. He wasn't threatened. Nope. No way.

When Dorian leaned back in that shitty plastic chair, Logan raised an eyebrow right away, knowing this couldn't possibly end well. Still, he smiled at the cheerful junk food consumption. "Mm, well, you don't look like you're all that grouchy about it."

"That's what introduced me to him, Dorian!" Logan chuckled. "I need to be in the know and respectful if I want to be a part of it when I start on college." He did have to raise his eyebrows when the kingpin was focused on. "I mean, sure, and she's really stunning but-- you're not a local, you don't get it, I grew up with the rumors and news about him! It isn't a joke. I'm kind of glad the kids like me, feels a little like extra security. Not that I think a mob boss or gang would care about me, my family isn't really rich or involved in the business world enough for organized crime to threaten them." He worried about Adam's side of it sometimes, though. Retired hunters was a shameless lie, and they focused on holy magic. He certainly heard about demons and their activities enough at the dinner table.

He relaxed a little when Dorian reassured him on the Sinclair matter, the irritation making knots in his stomach turning into amusement. "Have hipsters, sticking it to the man and being flashy on a budget, realized that's actually mainstream yet? Makes you want to tell them and watch them cringe. Maybe if they accepted it they'd shrivel into ashes or something, and that's why they can't."

"You do everything more stylishly, cheri--" And exactly as Logan was saying that, Dorian very embarrassingly squealed and crashed down in his stupid chair. Logan pressed his hands to his face, biting his lip to hold back laughter and instead remain unimpressed. "…Except that." He sighed and stood up, offering Dorian a hand and pulling him to his feet. "And I saw that coming." But he still thought the man was cool anyway.

"You're fine," Logan said, though he checked Dorian out nonetheless. Mostly because he was staring at his ass, but hey, he was an opportunist. He brushed him off, lowkey copping a feel. "No homo," he murmured under his breath, snickering.

"It wasn't because of the carbs. It's because you were fucking around, you big dork." He sat down again too, sticking out his tongue. He loved him, of course. That didn't need to be repeated right then, but it was always there.

His demeanor switched right over to excited puppy again at mention of the fraternity. "I do! It's good for connections and prestige, and I'm only trying to climb up, now that I'm more in the cool kid zone. Anything counts. I'm okay with even the exhausting parts, I can work for things. I'm used to that, you know I am. Lord, I can't wait for college, it seems so much more-- I don't know, fireworks than highschool, and meaningful education with focusing on your major. Interesting extra classes, too! Some I could never take now. I'm restless just thinking about it."

He loved being in on this popular kid gossip and snark. Never wanted to give it up, which is why he wanted in with the best of the frats. "I've never physically locker shoved anyone myself, but… watching is another case. Shh. Also, God, I love it when you're snippy. It's so endearing." He held Dorian's hand again and gave it a squeeze. "You're somehow both the coolest person I know and the most nerdy. It's hilarious and charming, yes."