Excerpt: Logan's Lead (working title)

In the interest of actually having an ending at the end of all this, The Narrator would like to present to you…The End.

Here it is:

“Oh holy fuck,” Daed says, as Caddy drops down next to him in the booth. “Oh holy fuck owww what?”

“Oh quit whining,” she mutters, leaning forward to slump over the table. Her chin is propped up on one hand, and she’s not looking at anything as she adds, “You’re not fragile.”

"Fuck yourself sideways."

"My pleasure."

"Uh, well," Logan says after a moment of silence. "Thank you both?"

“Just so you know,” Daed says, turning to Logan. “I really, really hate you.”

"Okay."

"Like, right now, I really hate Caddy too, but I really, really, really hate you."

"I'm...not surprised? I don't blame you? You guys are like, seriously my heroes? Thank you?"

"Shut up," Caddy sighs. "God, and I've got work tomorrow."

"At least you get to sleep in."

"Yeah, doors at six, sound check's at five. You've gotta be here an hour before me, ooh big whoop. Like I'm not gonna have to drag your ass out of bed and waste my time here tomorrow too?"

"So what's the problem exactly?

"You are the problem, Daed."

"What about him?" Daed asks, pointing at Logan. Logan holds up his hands defensively.

"Hey now, I didn't really have anything to do with-"

"Oh shut up," Caddy snaps. "Are you two going to sleep here, or can we get the Hell out already?"

Daed throws his hands up in the air. "Like we're keeping you here? Let's go already."

Caddy climbs to her feet, Daed following close behind. They're halfway to the doors before they stop, turning in sync to look back at the booth. Logan's staring at the table silently, hands folded in his lap.

Daed looks at Caddy.

"No," she says simply.

"Cad-"

"This is how we got Cerberus, remember? And who changes the litter now Daed?"

"I think he knows how to shit, Caddy."

"I think you know what I mean, Daed. The answer is still no."

"Alright," Daed mutters, folding his arms. He's pouting, and Caddy rolls her eyes. "Well let's go then."

"Fine then."

She waits for a few seconds. He doesn't make a move toward the doors. She looks back at Logan, and then Daed. He's still not moving…and neither is she. Caddy squeezes her eyes shut.

"Hey Logan."

Neither of them look, but they can hear him jump by the way the table rattles. "Yeah?"

"Fuck, dude," Caddy glances over her shoulder once more, jerking her chin. "You coming or no?"

He's at their side immediately, looking excited and apprehensive and ecstatic and terrified all at once. "So where are we going?"

Caddy sighs, throwing an arm around Daed's shoulders and an arm around Logan's. "Come into my parlor..."

They walk out the doors of Trim's, blinking in the light from the setting sun, and turn west, heading towards home.

THE END.

Now that The End is out of The Way, The Narrator would like to present...The Story.

Here's that:

Daed is late...