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They had been inside the liquor store for some time now. Tina’s dinner party was in an hour and a half when they got there and now Logan and Louise barely had 45 minutes before they needed to get a cab.
Louise huffed and flapped her hands up and down in order to soothe her impatience. Logan’s snobbishness when it came to wine was usually somewhat endearing, but right now it was just annoying. They had been there for almost an hour, and the constant outside stimulation was starting to get to Louise. The lights were too bright, the constantly clinking of wine bottles was driving her insane, and Logan’s muttering made her want to punch him in the chest.
“Bushels,” Louise muttered “We’ve been here for almost an hour. Can we just get some Cabernet and get out of here?”
"Cabernet?!" Logan's voice reached an almost embarrassingly high pitch, and Louise covered her ears.
Logan's face shifted to an almost apologetic look. "Oh, sorry, Bunny-ears. Forgot about your whole 'noise thing' for a sec."
Louise gently punched Logan in the stomach as a way of saying "you're forgiven" and uncovered her ears. She looked up at him in confusion after thinking about what he said.
"What's wrong with Cabernet? I thought you loved a white wine? Or is Mr. Richie rich too good for old common white wines now?" Louise began to calm down, her hands stilling as she brought them up to cross over her chest.
Logan wrinkled his nose and tried not to laugh at the jab. "Don't be a shrew, Four-ears. And we can't have Cabernet because it's a white wine and Tina's serving monkfish, isn't she? We'll look so dumb if we bring white wine to have with monkfish!" He threw his hands up in the air in emphasis.
Louise sighed. "Since when are you my mom? Just buy the white and let's go, we're gonna be late."
"At least I know that Linda has good taste! We're buying the red."
"You know," Louise looked up at the ceiling of the liquor store in mock-thought, "I don't think I've never met a more stubborn ass about wine than you."
"Good," Logan picked up a bottle red wine, "This one looks nice, let's buy this one."
Louise balked at the idea. "Ugh, it's not that serious! You know I hate red wine."
"If it's not that serious, then let's just get the white. I have plenty of red in my apartment." Logan spoke in that faux-smart tone he knew Louise hated.
Louise sucked in a deep breath. "GOD, whatever! How about this, you bring the red, I bring the white? You still get to be all snobbish about your wine knowledge, and I get to get drunk."
Logan huffed. "Fine!"
"Fine!"
After they both separately paid for their respective bottles of wine, Logan hailed them a cab. They barely had 25 minutes before Tina's dinner party because of their petty fight, but if there was no traffic, they could make it. Unfortunately for them, luck was not on their side that night. The roads were so packed that they could barely see the road from their windows with all the cars packed like sardines in every lane.
Suddenly, Logan piped up.
"Hey, Uh, Sir! Can you turn over here?"
The cab driver nodded silently and turned into a much less crowded lane before making a left and driving into an almost empty area. Louise looked confused and turned over to Logan. She grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him close to her face.
"Logan Berry-Fucking Bush, what kind of stunt are you pulling right now? Do you WANT us to be late?! Because this is how you make us late."
Logan put up his hands in mock-surrender. "Whoa, whoa, four-ears, I'm just helping us out! I know where Tina's stupid giant apartment complex is, it's just that the way we were going had lots of traffic, so I had the cab driver get us there a different way!"
"..."
"Four-ears? You alright?"
"If we are late, I am going to break every fucking bone in that stupidly toned body of yours, Logan."
"Oookay, noted..." Logan put his hand up. "Hey, Cab driver? You mind dropping us off right here? I think walking will do us both some good right now..."
Logan side-eyed Louise and she glared right back at him, looking like wanted to murder him.
"Gh- Fine!" She half-shouted, getting out of the cab.
"Fine." Logan hopped out of the cab as well, paying the driver for his time and starting down the street with Louise.
The two don't say anything as they're walking down the street, Louise grumbling to herself annoyedly and Logan pretending desperately not to notice so as to not start a fight.
...And then it starts raining.
Louise's grumbling gets slightly louder. Her hair starts to drip, her bag is probably flooding with water, and her shoes are a mess. The culmination of everything that happened that night was starting to get to her, and she began rubbing her face in an attempt to calm herself down.
Logan, on the other hand, was having a decent time. He loved the rain, how it made everything shimmer and shine, the cold weather it brought with it, he loved everything about the rain. He stared at the back of Louise's head, paying attention to her (now dripping wet) hair.
The wind began to pick up, blowing more rain into Louise's face and overstimulating her further. She hated the feeling of wet hair, hating the sensation of wet clothes even more. She grimaced.
Logan began to think about the power outage from a few months ago. She had let him stay in her apartment and made them soup. His face slightly heated up when he remembered them making out in her bed. She made him promise not to tell anyone, and said that he should forget that ever happened, that it was just pretend, but how can he just forget something like that? The thoughts swirled in his head before he was snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of Louise yelping, she seemingly having caught her shoe on something, tearing the sole of it and allowing more water and cold to trickle in.
"Shit, Ow!! My shoe, Goddamnit," Louise shouted, "This is really fantastic, really, just the PERFECT night so far!! And what, you just sit there and ignore it all?! Fine then, I'm gonna leave, and you can stay put looking stupid in the rain! Just give me your damn red, don't take all day, we don't have any more damn time to waste, Logan!! If it's soOooOo important to you, then bring it yourself, your stupid red, JESUS-"
Louise was now spiraling, her hands tangled up in her hair, her bag and wine bottle on the ground as she stood in the middle of the sidewalk, tears threatening to spill out of the corners of her eyes.
"Hey, Louise,"
"What could you POSSIBLY need now, Logan?!" Louise turned around and shouted at him.
"When was the last time you've seen a fully white cow?"
The question was so stupid that it stunned her into silence, grounding her immediately. Louise slowly untangled her hands from her hair and turned to look at Logan.
"...What?"
"When was the last time you've seen a fully white cow? It was a serious question."
Louise began to laugh, doubling over and clutching her stomach. She stood back up and half-grinned at Logan.
“This night was awful, wasn’t it?”
“Yeah, the yelling didn’t help either.” Logan jokingly chastised Louise, “Sorry for overwhelming you though.”
“It’s fine, Bushels, wasn’t your fault… mostly. Let’s just get to Tina’s stupidly huge apartment, I’m sure she’ll have some towels somewhere in there.”
“Sounds like a plan, Four ears.”