#𝙸'𝙼 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝙰𝚃 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙸 𝙳𝙾 . . . v.main.

[gobubyourself]

❝ may i have this dance? ❞ - @mutantmuses.

the right answer would have been to just say no , tell her that he wasn't doing that , to go back to scott and just walk away. just walk away logan. but no matter how many times he repeats that thought in his head , over and over again . . . he still takes a moment to look around him . . . habit he supposed , before taking clearing his throat and giving in. ❝ sure . . ❞ he muttered under her breath , leading her out to the dance floor. it's not until they've been dancing a few seconds before speaking. ❝ you should be dancin with someone else jean. ❞

[gobubyourself]

❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜  - @fangsforhire

❝ yeah? makes fuckin two of us. ❞ he practically grunted out. not only was he not drunk enough . . . but he was fare too old for this shit. ❝ doesn't mean it's not gettin done. now are you done complainin? ❞

[gobubyourself]

❝ don't be so glum kid , ❞ logan took a drink from his beer , leaning back in his chair. thank god classes were over for the day. ❝ someone cares . . . ❞ - @inmutant.

"So.... It's my birthday next month, not that anybody cares..."

[gobubyourself]

it wasn't fair really. when it came to jean , logan could try all he wanted to lie to her , to keep that boundary that was . . . crucial to them being able to coexist. it was far to easy to charge over the lines drawn in the sand if they weren't made into trenches. but how could he do that with her knowing every contradicting thought he had for every refusal? no . . . definitely not fair. not that he ever held it against her. he never held anything against her. while they dance , he kept his gaze set , on a painting behind her , until her voice pulled his attention the second he heard it , only to be followed by a sigh.

❝ don't see how that should make much of a difference. ❞ a slightly bitter tone hangs to the words as he speaks them. she chose scott. plain and simple. and now here he was , back to following after her like a lost puppy. ❝ yeah i could have. ❞ he agreed momentarily. ❝ you woulda known what i wanted anyway though. ❞ looking back at her , there was a knowing look her direction. ❝ what are ya doin jean? ❞

Jean could read Logan's mind and knew full well that he was thinking of saying no and walking away. Truth be told she knew she shouldn't be asking such a thing from him. In fact, she knew if Scott found out he would be beyond pissed off. But there was something about Logan, something that Jean couldn't seem to pull herself away from him.

" We both know he isn't here. " Jean said softly. Truth be told, apart of Jean was happy that Scott wasn't here. But the other part of her loved him more than anything. Shaking her head she looked up at Logan while a small smile formed on her lips. "You could have said you didn't want to dance with me." She joked.