"So how did it go?" Logan asked, cautiously as his oldest friend, Colin sat in the booth directly across from Finn and himself. It wasn't really a question he had to ask as he could guess the answer from his friends miserable facial expression and body language. But he felt that he should still enquire, if only out of politeness. Colin didn't answer, instead he leaned over, grabbing Logan's glass and poured its remaining contents down his throat.

"I need another one. Same again boy's?" He took off his jacket before sliding out of the booth and headed towards the bar.

"Uh sure." nodded Logan, looking at Finn as if to say 'It was going to be a long night'.

"I'll have another one, mate" Shouted Finn as Colin was quickly served at the bar. "I guess the break up didn't go so well." he muttered to the side. Logan looked at Finn and then over at Colin as he came back from the bar with their drinks.

'See this is why I don't do commitment' he thought to himself and then smiled and took his drink from the tray.

Logan couldn't quite believe it when his childhood friend had come to him, little over a month ago, and told him that he was now a one woman man. Up until that point, the three of them had avoided commitment like the plague. So you could imagine both his and Finns surprise when Colin had decided to settle down with one Rory Gilmore. Logan had always liked Rory. She wasn't like most other girls he knew. She was smart, kind, funny, incredibly quick witted and not to mention, beautiful. But he had never been interested in her. He was intrigued by her after their first meeting, when she had accused him of being an elitist snob. He particularly liked the fact that she had had no idea who he was and so didn't let him get away with anything. But she wasn't his type. Then again, he had never thought that she was Colin's type either.

"So what happened then, mate?" asked Finn in a much too happy sounding voice. However, he was already several shades to the wind so he could be forgiven for not showing the required level of compassion to suit the situation.

"I don't really want to talk about it." Colin stated , irritation creeping into his voice.

"It cant be that bad." Finn replied, slurring his words as he spoke. Their Australian friend had been in the pub since lunchtime. It was now approaching seven o'clock. "Jusht think of all the lovely Sheila's you'll be able to enjoy now that you're a free man."

Colin thought for a moment before taking a swig from his glass.

"You know what Finn? You're absolutely right and I am going to enjoy said Sheila's starting now." He agreed, scanning the room for the perfect rebound girl. He caught the eye of some blonde at the corner table who had been glancing in their direction all night. Colin slid out of the booth and sauntered off to begin his new life as a free man. Finn laughed and downed his drink, swaying on his chair and then fell into Logan's side. "Finn, you should learn to take 'no' for an answer, man." Logan laughed, pushing his inebriated friend off of him causing him to land on the floor just as a red-head passed by. Finn glanced up, taking in her form as he tried to stand up straight. "My dear, I fell at your feet. It is fate that we meet." he rhymed, staggering after the new love of his life. Logan laughed to himself, shaking his head at his crazy friend's antics before turning to see Colin get a slap on the face for his efforts, before moving onto the next girl. 'Yep, it was a regular Saturday night' he thought to himself 'Now time to get a piece of the action'. At that he downed the rest of his scotch, as the blonde girl, who had slapped Colin just a few moments before planted herself in the vacated chair next to him. She slid her hand onto his thigh and smiled at him as he looked her up and down, taking in her plunging neck-line. She was smiling back at him.

"So do you want to buy me a drink?" she asked, in a sweet voice, fluttering her eyelashes at him. Logan smiled. 'She'll do.'

"What can I get you?" Tonight was going to be a good night.

"Life sucks!" exclaimed Rory as she buried her head in her hands.

"Its not that bad." replied Paris, in as sincere a tone as she could muster.

"Its not that bad?" Rory glared at her friend incredulously. "I just got dumped. How can it be 'not that bad'?"

"Because, you just got dumped by Colin McCrae. Now, however embarrassing it might be that he dumped you, you should look at the positives and thank god that he did you a huge favour." she finished.


"Rory, the guy was a jerk with a capital 'J'. You'll be better off without him." Rory sighed, as Paris sat down on the sofa and looked at her friend seriously.

"Its not like you were in love with him were you?" Rory thought for a moment before answering. "No, but-"

"So, was the sex anything to write home about?" she cut in, making Rory cringe inwardly and outwardly. "Because you never sounded like it was very good."

"Paris!" In all the years that she had known Paris, she had never quite gotten used to her bluntness.

"So, then what's the big loss?" she asked furrowing her brows, not understanding why Rory would be upset over Colin. She had never liked Colin or his friends, but she looked at Rory closely, intent on discovering why Rory was so upset. Rory sighed, hugging her knees to her chest.

"I just… I liked having someone, you know." Rory thought for a second that she saw the slightest glimmer of understanding in Paris' eyes until she jumped up from her spot on the sofa and walked over to the table to pick up her book bag.

"So, get a puppy. You don't have to deal with their mind games, they're loyal and you can housetrain them. Guys are such slobs." she told her.

"Gee thanks Paris, you really are such a true friend." she said sarcastically, smiling at her crazy friend.

"Hey, I'm sorry but I'm happy you two broke up." Paris slung her book bag over her shoulder. "Now I don't have to deal with those moronic friends of his." Rory smirked remembering how insane Logan, Finn and Colin would make Paris, just by breathing.

"They're not that bad." she said getting up from the sofa, moving towards her room.

"Are you freaking kidding me? I'm always terrified that I'm going to catch something from them if I stand too close." Paris had a tendency to clean the dorm room after a visit from the 'Three Stooges' as she referred to them.

"You're neurotic!" Rory told her, walking into her room.

"Yeah, well you'll thank me when there's an outbreak of Chlamydia and you and I are the only two people to remain clap free."

"Paris that's gross." she shouted before returning to the common room.

"But true."

Where are you going?" Rory asked her as she headed for the door.

"I have to go harass my professor, he gave me an A- on a test last week and I absolutely refuse to accept anything less than A+" she stated angrily, stomping out the door.

"Okay, have fun with that." Rory called after her in a sing-song voice. Whoever the professor was, she felt sorry for them as hell hath no furry like Paris Gellar scorned.

"Doyle, I told you. I will have the article finished and on your desk before the deadline. I am nothing if not true to my word." Logan was getting irritated. He was in the process of shutting off his computer as he tried to get away from the stressfulness of dealing with 'Dictator Doyle' and his obsessive need for him to write something.

"Yeah, well, I'll believe that when I see it, Huntzberger!" Doyle called after him, Logan had already left. Doyle sighed.

Logan exited the newsroom in such a desperate hurry to get away from the little Nazi, as he so lovingly referred to Doyle, he didn't see her walking in his direction until it was too late.

"Oh God, I'm really sorry. I didn't…" He bent down to help her pick up the things he had knocked out of her possession before realising who it was. "Rory!".

"Don't worry. I wasn't looking where I was going." She still hadn't looked up.
"Ace?" He smirked at her as she gathered up her things. She glanced up at him, at hearing his nickname for her, slightly blushing in the process.

"Logan! Hey." She was surprised by his presence. She hadn't seen him around since the big break-up.

"Hey." He said, trying to sound friendly but knowing that there was an awkwardness between them. "Uh, how are you? I haven't seen you around in a while."

"I'm good." She nodded, feigning a smile at him. "You know, busy. Studying."

"Right." He remembered how dedicated she was to her schoolwork. She put him to shame.

"You?" She questioned, hugging her book to her body.

"The same…" He said without thinking. "…except for the studying part."

"Right. Of course." She laughed, relaxing a little. Logan looked at her as she brushed a strand of brown hair from her face. She was beautiful, he had to admit.

"So are you heading in?" Rory asked, referring to the newsroom.

"Um, no. Heading out." He replied, feeling a resurgence in the annoyance he felt before seeing her. "Doyle's on the warpath."

"Right." She smiled, understandingly. There was a pause as both looked at each other.

"Well, I should…" She indicated towards the room which he had just come from.

"Right." He nodded, moving out of her way to let her pass. "I guess I'll see you around."

She smiled awkwardly, rearranging her books in her arms. "I'll see you around."

As she turned to walk away, he grabbed her arm gently. She spun around in surprise at his actions, to see him smirking at her. Logan had an amazing smile. Even though they were only ever friends, she could fully understand why he had girls chasing him. He was stunningly attractive. His messy blonde hair, his chiselled features, big brown eyes and a body that would make you go weak at the knees. But his smile was what she thought was his best feature. It lit up his eyes and brought out those cute dimples on his cheeks. When Logan Huntzberger smiled at you, you knew you were in trouble.

"Don't be a stranger, Ace!" He told her, before removing his hand from her arm. He winked at her and then walked away. Her skin tingled where we had touched her. She could feel her face turning a different shade of crimson. Her heart was racing. Logan had never had this type of reaction from her before. She couldn't possibly be developing a thing for him. Could she?