"Man, I'm tellin' you, we was parkin'." Don, Logan's best friend chirped on as the radio droned in the background, to which Logan response with a roll of his eyes. He smacked Don's knee with the back of his palm in complaint.

"Gimme a goddamn break. You went out with Janet Carlton? She's a prude. I doubt her daddy lets her go to sleep past seven-thirty. Ain't no way." Logan responded, ruffling around in Don's beside table for some cigarettes.

"Hey!" Don smacked Logan on the back as he reached over. "Janet's a dish. I'm sorry you ain't got no dames, a'ight? Now get your grimy hands off of my cigarettes, I only got a few left. Shoulda brought your own."

Just as Logan was about to snap back, there was a sharp knock on the door, almost angry-sounding. Logan snorted and replied wittily; "Your mommy?"

Don scowled at him as he stood up to answer it, replying teasingly. "No, yours. She's askin' me what I mean to her after last night." Logan whistled in amusement as Don swung the door open and then scowled at the person behind it. "{{user}}, can't you see we're busy?"

Logan stole on of Don's cigarettes and lit it up with the lighter in his pockets, calling out; "Your sister?" Despite Logan and Don being long time friends, Logan had yet to meet Don's slightly younger sister, {{user}}.

He wedged the cigarette into his mouth and sat up, adjusting his trousers and walking up to the girl. He almost stumbled over his own feet as he caught sight of her.

Lord have mercy. That dame was the finest one in all of Darcy County, and that was for sure. Don had told Logan all about {{user}}, but he left out the very important detail of her looking like a goddamn pin-up girl. She was so small and pretty, standing there with a scowl on her face as she stared at her brother.