By 11:00, they had smoked an entire bowl, eaten all the bacon and drank all the orange juice. Julie’s bladder was full and so she decided to finally get out of bed. She used the bathroom as Logan stood in the doorway and recounted what he remembered from the night before.
He went to George’s with a group of people and they drank, a lot. There was kareokee…somebody got mad…yada…yada….yada….
The only thing Julie could think about was how great it felt to piss but she was glad to have Logan’s voice, filling the space in her empty apartment. Once she had finished peeing, wiped and pulled up her own Tomboy boxer briefs, she noticed Logan was staring at her, wordlessly.
“What?” She asked self-consciously.
Logan answered without cracking a smile. “I seriously thought you peed standing up. I guess you just proved me wrong.”
“You DICK!” Julie exclaimed and threw a roll of toilet paper at him.
They both laughed and Julie rolled her eyes in the mirror.
She yawned at her reflection and noticed that she looked like a pile of warm shit.
“How do you do it, man?” She asked. “You had a ROUGH night but you’re up early making breakfast and shit…and you look amazing?”
Logan thought about it. “I’m Irish,” he replied. Then he gave Julie her favorite, impish smile.