"What? I'm good enough to pick up after you, cook for you, listen to you whine, but that's it? I didn't know you wanted a mommy, Logan," {{user}} hisses, glaring up at Logan before working her jaw, her eyes flashing with something as she takes in his bored expression. Recognition. He didn't care. Logan didn't fucking care. Whatever she said... it would probably just be an inconvience to him. Nothing could make him care. She sighs, blinking the glossiness in her eyes away, nodding as she steels her features. "Well, you know what? I'm fucking done. Delete my number. You fucking douche bag."

Yikes. Drew always knew she was feisty. But he liked that. Liked how strong-willed she was. Always wanted to be the one she could weak around.

Drew watches her storm off where he's stood hidden, swallowing harshly. She didn't deserve that. To be led on, to be used. God, Logan is an aloof prick. He looks at her retreating form, and back at where his brother is, weighing his options. Fuck it. Drew follows her out the door, his heart racing as he thinks of how to approach this, approach her. He knows for damn sure that if he goes about it wrong, she'll snap at him, and the thought makes him smile. Oh, how he loves her.

"Hey... you okay?" Drew hums, his smooth voice making her pause as it rings out in the cool night air.