“I’m a professional photographer, it’s gonna come out flawless.” She took the shot and put it back in her pocket. “If you fall, I’ll be able to get you to the hospital as quickly as possible.” She knew it wasn’t going to happen, but it was nice to reassure the stranger.
“In that case, I’m definitely gonna wanna see it.” Their impromptu photo session seemingly done, Logan continued her search in the cupboard, finally pulling out what she’d been looking for; a bottle of vodka and a block of chocolate. In retrospect, it mightn’t of been the easiest or most convenient hiding place, but what’s done was done. “What if I broke something or got knocked out?”
“It seems to fit us better than any other boy.” She gave out a scoff. “I will never address you royally unless you’re the princess of something and I doubt you are.” Logan was probably giving a cute joke but Jude couldn’t take one, however, she wasn’t deadly serious.
“Anything boys can do, girl’s can do better. Pulling off names included.” Logan cemented, arching an eyebrow at Jude’s scoff. “Yeah? Well don’t come crying to me when they try to execute you for this blatant disrespect.”
“Seems like we both have boy names,” she noted. “Now I won’t forget your first name, I might forget your last name, though.”
“I like to think we pull them off better than any boy could,” Logan commented. It seemed that boy names were given to girls more often these days, which was a blessing, really; in a few generations, people like her and Jude would blend in perfectly with their names. “That’s fine - I prefer ‘Your Highness’ over ‘Miss Montgomery’ anyway.”
“Wait,” Simone demanded as she rearranged her seating position, compromising for lighting. “There, now you can pose.”
Assuming the girl was serious, Logan went for it and struck a supermodel pose -granted it was probably mocking. “If I fall and die, you better at least get a good shot for my funeral.” Sure, it was a bit dramatic, but she was highly aware of her clumsiness.
“I have,” she admitted. Simone, being the clueless girl she was, had the brilliant idea to get her phone out and take a picture of the girl. “There, I got my picture,” she said with a devious grin.
“Yet you’re doing it anyway?” Logan asked, shaking her head as if to say ‘for shame’. Blinking owlishly at having her picture taken, her eyebrows furrowed as she looked at the other girl. “You could of at least let me pose first.”
“Amen,” she raised a grape like a glass of wine before popping it into her mouth.
Logan just resisted throwing her arms up in a sarcastic ‘hallelujah’ - just, but she managed. “What’s your name?” Came out of her mouth rather bluntly, now that their conversation was wrapped up.
