/-Oscar-/
I opened the door and leaned against it, giving my visitor a dark stare.
"Lemme see, I saw Carter on the news a few hours before midnight, lap dancing on a female he swore he had no feelings for and you show up at my door at three in the morning, looking like a terrible waste of paint. If I'm going to have nightmares, I expect them to be extraordinary and terrifying " I said, coldly.
" I got into a fight in a bar and the psycho had a knife" Logan replied, slurring the words a bit.
"Clearly he couldn't use it" I huffed.
"Look, I don't wanna be here either, but I have no choice. Are you letting me in or not? " Logan asked, impatiently.
" That's easy, no" I replied plainly and made to close my door, but the drunk blocked it with his foot.
"I assure you I would crush your foo
