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ofxlogan‌:

piper’s off on another tangent like a bullet train leaving the station. she’s talking about gut feelings and interrogations before logan can gather his own thoughts, and it made him laugh a little despite the gravity of their problem. “i ain’t know about all that.” he chuckled dryly, but followed her up regardless.

he was getting sick of being in that motel room anyway. right now, posting up on the hood of the van and smoking a cig or two sounded a lot better than anything else they could’ve done. 

“i’m sure adrian’s figuring somethin’ out.” he said. “or prolly leah.” almost definitely leah. between the two of them, trip didn’t stand a chance if he actually was lying about something. he would hate to see them leave the guy in the dust, but if that’s what needed to be done… if he actually had been the one who’d taken his rabbit foot, then logan could make his peace with it. 

he fished his own tobacco tin out of his pocket, rolling the cool metal in his fingers, holding it up for piper to see. “we could both prolly use the fresh air. c’mon.”

piper pouts as logan laughs at her, taking that as definite lack of enthusiasm for her solid plan if you ask her. in her experience a good old interrogation generally worked. men tended to crack under pressure, and yes she knows this from experience.

but as logan gets to his feet and offers some fairly... reasonable input, she’ll admit, piper can only sigh. he was right. leah and adrian were probably planning something, something good, and really, the smart thing to do was leave them to it and wait for their go ahead to do anything. 

which meant if piper had any plans of grilling trip herself, she was going to have to do it without logan. less than ideal, but doable. she’ll find the time to corner the guy at some point when no one was looking. 

but for now she gives into logan with a easy, “fine. no good cop, bad cop interrogation, but i want you to know that you’re no fun.” piper sulks until logan pulls out the tobacco tin, her expression softening for a moment before she’s meeting his eyes and smiling as she allows. “...okay, i take it all back, you are the most fun. let’s go.�� 

with that piper moves to lead the way, lacking some of the usual pep in her step as she toes her way through the chaos of their motel room, but looking forward to a change of scenery. maybe being away from the crime scene really might make her feel better. as she approaches their van she can perks up just a bit as she says, “at least we still have sadie!” 

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rvmington‌:

“ that’s not funny, ” he replies at first, almost offhand, too focused on trying to identify what’s been stolen from him to think too hard about what piper is saying to him. when he looks up from his near-empty duffel bag, he’s caught off guard by the intensity of the look on her face. this isn’t a poorly-timed joke; she seems genuinely angry, and trip can’t figure out for the life of him why it’s being directed at him. 

no, that’s not true. he very well knows that they haven’t exactly gotten along ever since he’d joined the group; there’s always been something… off about their conversations. he has to admit, it’s starting to crumble down around him earlier than he’d thought it would. and over something that’s not even his fault. 

“ wait— i’m sorry, what? ” he shakes his head, like he’s heard her incorrectly. “ you think i did this? what the fuck, piper? ” for someone who lies and lies and lies again, it’s now that he fumbles: when there’s nothing to tell but the truth. his mouth opens and closes like a fish, his eyes darting between the shitshow of a room they’re standing in and the threatening look on piper’s face. trip blinks at her. blinks again. tries to think of how he can possibly extricate himself from this one before she makes good on her threat. “ don’t tell me you really think i’m stupid enough to stick around after a burglary. ”

“and how am i supposed to know that you’re not?” piper replies simply with an almost innocent cock of her head, brow arched challengingly for a moment before she’s adding, “i don’t know you trip. and i don’t know anything about you either. not really.” piper shrugs then, straightening as she studies trip thoughtfully for a few moments before she’s raising a finger to point at him as she says, “i’ll tell you what i do know though!”

“i know that every word that comes out of your mouth kinda feels off. just like you. everything about you kinda feels off, trip.” piper arches a brow at trip pointedly. “which could mean that you’re just kind of weird.” piper says nonchalantly, before her eyes darken as she continues. “but it could also mean that you’re a fucking liar. and that’s my guess. because i hate liars, and trip, now that we’re clearing the air, i gotta say i never really liked you either. coincidence?” piper shrugs. “maybe. but when you add it up with all the other little coincidences it looks pretty damning, honey.”

piper begins to tick said coincidences off on her fingers. “you, a guy from a literal town of criminals, practically beg half of us to let you join the group. you tag along for a little bit, and then suddenly for the first time ever we’re the ones getting robbed?” piper frowns for a moment, pretending to be puzzled as she says, “combining that with the filthy liar bit... it kind of sounds like you got us to bring you along so that you and your cowboy country friends could clean us out when we least expected it... and maybe you’re sticking around to see if you can get another chance?” piper perks up then, artificially cheerful as she asks, “how am i doing? have i hit it on the money yet?” 

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( @itxadrian​ )

After her conversation with Logan Piper was running on pure fury. It was like all the sad, and regret, and all that other stuff bubbling up in her, had just been pushed out of her in favour of how royally pissed she was. How much she wanted to get their shit back, to get revenge-- on Trip, and whoever else he was working with. And if there was one person she knew who would be almost as down for that as she was, it was Adrian. After all, they tended to generally be the same brand of reckless. So Piper seeks Adrian out with every plan to ask their boss what the next plan of action will be. 

“Adrian, I--” Piper starts her sentence with fiery confidence that seems to just evaporate the moment she gets a good look at Adrian, stumbling in her steps for a moment in her surprise. She was expecting to see anger, and a thirst for vengeance that mirrors her own, but what she sees instead surprises the pissed right out of her. “... what--... baby, are you okay?”

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prcssman‌:

– “RIGHT, HOWEVER WILL WE GET ON WITHOUT YOUR PUSH-UP BRA,” however, piper’s words, however serious, bring a sort of smile to her lips. despite how much leah is internally FREAKING OUT, some things remain consistent. unlike piper, leah doesn’t exactly have the time to be ANGRY, she can’t afford to get distracted by the emotional whirlwind that comes with this, all the things she’s lost. she owes it to everyone to analytically get everyone back on their feet. “as pleasant as that would be, i highly doubt that stopping everyone with a nice pair of tits will be effective.”

leah starts to tidy the room as best she can, practically hearing the ding ! of a cash register with every moment she takes inventory of what is lost. dollars still keep climbing, and if she’s doing the math right, they only have a few days before they’ll need MORE. bras are the least of their worries. 

“trip could use a bit of fashion advice,” leah muses, stirring with quiet anger. “god, i’m such a fucking IDIOT, i never should’ve said it was okay for him to come i – i had a BAD feeling about it from the beginning,” she sighs, but weakness to agree with logan after acknowledging he’d had a hard night had caused her to relent, and THIS was the flaw with getting emotionally invested and making friends among the group. it clouded her analytical side, made her optimistic. “i’m sorry,” she sighs, “but he is NOT prettier than you. and we won’t let him get away with it. he’d look shitty in all those things you bought the other day anyway, they’re hardly his size.” 

“yeah well, it might be effective in making me feel better. does that count for anything?” piper asks with a scowl that’s really more of a pout as she continues folding her clothes. her little cow print outfit from the night with honey is missing. so is her new years dress. and god, her heart earrings. piper may have stolen most of those things herself, but finders fucking keepers, they were hers. and having them stolen back was just a piss off. 

piper can only snort in agreement at the comment about trip, even as her neat little pile of folded clothes grows. “well, at the moment the only tip i have to offer is that a lot of his outfits would look a lot better with a black eye. i can even arrange to get him one. express delivery and everything.” eventually piper starts getting to clothes that aren’t even hers, and she just starts organizing them by bandit. logan’s shirt. adrian’s jacket. honey’s skirt. putting everything back in its place is almost soothing in a way that piper doesn’t want to acknowledge. it’s a little too close to home, but if she pretends not to notice she’s doing it it feels a little better. 

piper stops folding at the compliment though, her hands bringing leah’s pants up to her chest as she holds a hand over her heart with a genuine heartfelt pout. “thank you, baby. and he really would, wouldn’t he? none of my skirts would fit him. nevermind my heels.” piper shakes her head a moment before she’s folding leah’s pants efficiently, lines crisp as she gently puts it into leah’s pile. “but you have nothing to apologize for, lee, so i don’t want to hear any of that.” piper smooths out the denim before she’s stretching over to grab something of... trip’s. she wrinkles her nose at it and tosses it a bit farther away, before she’s reaching for a dress that looks like it might be willow’s. “the only one i wanna hear saying sorry is him. preferably while he’s begging us for forgiveness before or after he gives us our shit back.” piper begins to fold the shirt carefully, glancing up to leah for only a moment to ask, “so tell me you’ve got a plan for how to get him to squeal. because at the moment, all i’ve got is threatening to run him over and actually running him over, like not fully, but just a little bit, so that the pain will loosen his lips, you know? like his foot or something!”

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ofxlogan‌:

he shifts uncomfortably in his seat. apparently he and piper had landed on the same idea, at least he thought so. trip. mysterious, came out of nowhere trip. as much as logan wants to believe that’s not the case — especially because it means he himself walked them right into this situation by convincing the others to let him tag along — this looked really bad for trip. it’d be different if they’d ever been hit up before, even just one of them in some stray alley somewhere, while they were alone. but they hadn’t. not once.

“yeah, i had that thought.” he says flatly. if he had to guess, the other bandits probably did too - and not all of them were as stoic as logan. he could only imagine what would happen if they made the connection he and piper clearly had. it probably wouldn’t be quite as passive. 

“i’m sure we ain’t the only ones thinkin’ that either. — how sure are you?”

“considering i never trusted him in the first place, pretty damn sure.” piper replies with a huff as she wrinkles her nose distastefully. her gaze is on the ceiling as she frowns deeply, tongue poking her cheek irritably for a moment before she’s shaking her head. “he gave me a bad feeling in the car ride out of johnstown. i didn’t know what it was but i felt it in my gut, and my gut is always right.” 

piper takes her hand out of logan’s to point at him as she confidently whispers, “and i’ve lied more than enough to spot a liar when i see one. and that boy is a liar. i don’t know what he’s lying about, but it’s something, and maybe it’s this!” 

piper’s gut isn’t quite pushing her in that direction, and usually she’d follow her intuition to a t but who else could it be if not trip? huh? sure as hell none of the rest of them. maybe her intuition just has to catch up to where she’s at. either way piper is too annoyed to heed it. 

piper crosses her arms over her chest, brows furrowed angrily as she thoughtfully says, “...we should interrogate him.” piper shifts her jaw consideringly, clicking her tongue as she adds, “...he’s gotta know something.” piper moves to sit up abruptly then, moving to scoot off the bed in preparation to do just that as she points to herself and then logan. “i’ll be bad cop, you can be good cop, baby, you’re too nice.” 

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ofxlogan‌:

her reassurance helps, if only because it means piper isn’t disappointed in him for losing her gift. his eyes are still scanning the room for it subtly, like he’ll suddenly realize where he left it last and find it exactly there. but he won’t, because it’s gone. a clean sweep. if the bandits had been the ones ransacking this room, they likely would’ve done it in exactly the same way.

fair is fair, he guessed. even if it fucking sucked this time.

“guess illinois don’t really like us.” he sighs, but what he’s really thinking is that he may have just made a big mistake. the fact that trip had been able to tag along at all had been his doing, and logan would have felt awful if that turned out to be a terrible judgement call. even more awful than losing his keychain, which was saying something.

piper frowns at that, sighing as she scrubs a hand over her face. her eyes are finally dry, but she doesn’t really feel any better.

“well, the feeling is mutual.” piper replies, the beginnings of venomous anger beginning to lace her tone. she can feel her self pity slowly hardening into something else. something sharp. piper has always been one for revenge. girl steals your boyfriend? push her off a bridge. guy calls you a slut? total his car. this was no different. if anything it was worse. she knows logan thinks they should leave, but if there’s any possible way she can get the justice she craves, she’ll take it. for all of their sake, as far as she’s concerned. “illinois is now officially my least favourite state. fuck illinois. fuck illinois right up the ass.” 

piper rests her hand on her brow, eyes absently staring at nothing for a moment before she says the words that they’ll likely both thinking. “although it might not just be illinois to blame.” piper arches a brow as she glances at logan, trying to meet his gaze as she pointedly says, “it could’ve had an accomplice.” 

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ofhxney‌:

honey managed a few laborious breaths. in through the nose, out through the mouth. to be honest, it didn’t do shit to distract her from the stabbing pain in her finger. still, she figured it was better than hyperventilating through her – admittedly tiny – tattoo.

her gaze moved back to piper, all cheer & animation. honey was never quite able to figure out how she managed to compose herself like that- like a firecracker that never ran out of gunpowder. ( hah- gunpowder. get it ?  ) ( honey felt she might actually be losing her mind a little. ) the girl tightened her grip on the other’s fingers, shooting a smile her way before shooting her artist another dirty look as she hit a particularly painful spot.

“i don’t think baby yoda’s gonna do me a whole lotta good here, pipes. but y’know, if this doesn’t-” another groan, tears stinging in her eyes. “fuck. are you trying to take my whole fucking finger off ?” this earned her another sour look. honey was starting to think she was making it more painful on purpose.

“anyway. if this doesn’t kill me, adrian definitely will. y’know with all the ‘marking ourselves with distinct features for police’.”

“oh, this isn’t gonna kill you, baby, it isn’t gonna kill you for sure, i promise.” piper babbles instantly, still barely paying attention to her disgruntled tattoo artist. she has to fight the urge to talk with her hands, honestly it’s her default state to gesture and emphasize, but all she can think is that pretty soon she’ll have a pretty new accessory to flaunt as she does. a finger tat, that she shares with her best friend. all of her exes can eat their hearts out, she’s officially harder than they’ll ever be. 

well. most of her exes. 

“and neither will adrian!” piper adds with confidence, giving honey’s hand a gentle little swing in the space between their chairs in hopes of comforting her. “sure he might be mad at first, but the moment he sees how cute we look with our new ink he’s gonna forget all about it!”

“especially once we tell him we can cover them up real quick with makeup before any y’know,” piper glances at her tattoo artist before she’s turning back to honey with a wink, “pit stops.” piper grins before she adds, “i mean, kat von d literally made a concealer just for this.” piper pauses for a moment after that, tilting her head before she corrects, “okay, maybe not specifically to hide your tats from the cops, but my point still stands. problem solved!” 

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ofxlogan‌:

he doesn’t interrupt piper as she freaks out. as she seemed to tell him pretty much every day they spoke, these kinds of thoughts were better out than in. he felt bad, oddly, as if he’d stolen the tin himself. he wished he could do something to make her feel better — turn back time and tell her to take the dip with her. and himself, to just keep that damn rabbit foot in his pocket. 

“s’okay.” he says evenly, his tone a hell of a lot more steady than he feels. “keychain’s gone too.” that one hurt to say, regret swelling in his stomach as he said the words out loud. because now that piper knew, it was real. he’d actually lost her gift, which she’d put so much care into giving him. just logan’s fuckin’ luck.

“shit i mean — damn near everything’s gone. ain’t nothin in here but fuckin’ scraps of clothes and the furniture.”

piper can only blink at that. they took the rabbit’s foot keychain? who the fuck steals a rabbit’s foot keychain? 

piper’s feeling that this was an attack is coming back again, and she feels no need to pull back on it because it must have been. this must have been something to hurt them. right? she’s not crazy. she’s not. 

piper stretches to grab logan’s hand, not saying a word as she weaves their fingers together and gives it a firm squeeze of sympathy. because she knows what he’s feeling. the weird mix of guilt, and regret, and weird loss, because she feels it too. 

“... i’ll get you a new one, baby. a luckier one. one too lucky to be stolen ever again, okay?” piper says, even though she knows it’s not the same. it’ll probably never be the same, but she’s gonna get him one anyways. piper looks around the room at logan’s words, taking in what they were left with with an unhappy twist of her mouth. “... i know that this is supposed to be a taste of our own medicine, or like... karma or something. but i really, really hate it.”

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ofxlogan‌:

“yeah.” he agrees thinly. logan had never been one for materials. if this had happened before christmas, before piper had gifted him with that rabbit foot, he probably wouldn’t have batted an eye. the space in the van only got smaller by the day, and he wasn’t a sentimentalist himself so logan had always packed light. 

the only thing he’d wanted to survive, when that motel room swung open and it was clear what’d happened, was piper’s gift to him. the only gift he’d remembered actually liking in his life; the only one he’d carry with him long after they split in california. well — would have carried with him. now it was gone. and it made no sense. 

logan felt angry, and sad, and a little guilty that he’d let it out of his sight. 

he scoots over on the bed so piper can sit, eyes fixated on the adjacent window. “ — they take your dip?”

Piper falls down to lay beside Logan as soon as he scoots over to allow her the room. Her eyes are up on the ceiling as she toys with the ends of her hair, almost absent as she tries to to come to terms with just how fucked up everything that just happened was. She was so happy coming in from their heist. They’d had a win, after a long string of other wins, and it felt good. Like they were finally on the up and up again. 

Guess the universe wanted to fucking humble them a bit.  

At Logan’s question Piper’s expression crumples, a hand moving to cover her eyes as she shakes her head. “... Yeah.”  Piper shakes her head a few more times, heart aching with guilt as she says, “I am so sorry, handsome. So, so sorry. I should’ve taken better care of it.” Piper hand pulls away from her eyes to gesture sharply into the air as she says, “And I was, I swear I was, I kept it in my purse this whole time! I don’t even know why I put it into my bag instead.” Piper truly doesn’t. It was unlike her not to keep the things most important to her close. It was a split decision that clearly cost her, and that’s what hurts the most. That if she made one different choice she wouldn’t be here. “It was stupid.” Piper’s gaze flicks to Logan’s profile, both desperate to try and see if he’s mad at her and afraid he will be at the same time. “...And now it’s gone. I’m sorry.” Piper stares at Logan for another moment as her brows furrow, her hand moving back over her eyes as she regretfully chokes out, “I didn’t even get to use it.” 

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piper was devastated. and maybe it was a bit silly. maybe she shouldn’t put so much weight into things like stuff, things that could maybe be replaced or break or be stolen. but she did, she always has, and seeing all her stuff strewn about like it was garbage was distressing. 

it was even more distressing when she noticed what was missing. 

sal’s goddamn ring, of course, but that was to be expected. it was a solid rock after all. piper should have known better than to leave it in the first place. it pisses her off that it’s gone, that she’s not gonna be the one to get to pawn it, but it doesn’t hurt. she loved it cause it was shiny, not cause it meant something. 

but...  the cowboy hat she got that night with adrian? the matching fur coats she and leah got in new york? the hot pair of walmart heels she gave honeybee--

her little tin of tobacco. 

it was all gone. all of it. and what did thieves even want with stuff like that? stuff that meant nothing to them and everything to her? piper can’t help but feel like this is a personal attack, even if some part of her knows it isn’t. but she feels devastated all the same, kneeling on the floor in a sea of the scraps their thieves left behind. 

it’s there that she spots logan through the blur of her tears, tears that could be the product of her frustration or sadness or anger, or maybe all three, piper doesn’t know. he’s laying on the bed, silent like he usually is, but in an almost defeated way he usually isn’t. 

“... you okay, handsome?” piper doesn’t know why she asks. of course he isn’t. she isn’t either. she gets to her feet when he doesn’t answer, ready to try and shake him out of whatever he’s slipped into, only to be surprised when he meets her gaze and speaks before she gets the chance. check out? now? “...so what, that’s it? we’re just gonna leave? they just... they just get pretty much everything important to us, and we just gotta leave with our tails between our legs?” piper falls to sit on the edge of the bed, bottom lip trembling despite her best efforts. “that’s fucked up. i--” piper’s gaze falls to her hands, eyes hot and, yup. that’s frustration alright. “...that’s not even fair.”

OPEN STARTER

his heart was still racing from their getaway. all things considered, it’d been easy — apparently the state was short on fat ass illinois cops looking to make their big break. they’d gotten back to the motel in record time. everyone around him was laughing, jostling each other, patting backs over another job well done. logan cracked a smile, which faded hard at the sight of the motel door swinging open.

gone. everything was gone. their travel duffels had been emptied, various articles of clothing (the shitty ones) left behind on the floor. logan didn’t have to double check to know their cash was gone. that much seemed obvious. wordlessly, he rushed to check his own corner of the room, looking for a particular trinket piper had given him ages ago. his rabbit foot; his good luck charm. 

he couldn’t find it. 

he melted into the bed, not really noticing as the others rushed into the room to check their own stuff. their was buzz, and quite a few questions flying around. most of them rhetorical (see: “what the fuck”). but when someone asks logan a question, he doesn’t hear it.

he offers a consolation shrug, eventually meeting their eyes. “guess we oughta check out ‘fore whoever did this comes back.”

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( @rvmington​ )

Piper was a big believer in subtle plays. Yeah, sure you could just kick a guy in the balls and steal all his money, but tricking him into giving you all his money was more fun sometimes. Sure, it put off the eye catching bit of kicking a guy in the balls until much later, but as her mother always said, you caught more flies with honey than with vinegar. And Piper tried to live by that. She really did. 

But that had gotten her almost nowhere with Trip. All that time she spent trying to play nice and figure out exactly what was up with the guy, how he ticked, what her intuition was just screaming at her was wrong, all of it was for nothing. Piper still got burned despite all her caution, and she was pissed about it. And she’s pretty much done hiding it. 

So when she approaches Trip her anger is thinly veiled at best, the smile she offers him more of a threat than anything else. “... Where’s my stuff, Trip?” Piper wrinkles her nose with her grin, head tilting almost innocently. “Do you know?” Piper shakes her head then, waving a hand as she says, “Y’know what, forget I asked that. Because I think you do.” Piper arches her brows with a slow nod. “In fact, I know you do.” Piper points to Trip with a manicured nail, almost nonchalant as she says, “So here’s the deal... you tell me where my shit is... “ Piper shrugs, “and I don’t run you over with the van.” Piper arches a brow at Trip expectantly as her hands settle on her hips, knowing her threat isn’t empty and hoping he knows that too. “It’s a good deal, Trip. I think you should take it.” 

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( @prcssman​ )

“... I think they stole my push up bra.” Piper says in shock as she digs through her things to take stock of what she still has-- really, what is left, for the umpteenth time. She is still in shock that they were robbed. Them, of all fucking people. The whole thing lives a bad taste in her mouth, makes her particularly pissed in a way she hasn’t been in a long time, which should really be a surprise to no one. Piper was painfully materialistic. She knew it. She was a thief for god sake, of course she was. 

She tosses her way through what left of her precious wardrobe only to confirm that yes, the thieves stole her favourite fucking push up bra. The sound she makes in response is almost animalistic. “For the love of... fuck!” Piper throws the handful of clothes she’s holding in favour of throwing her hands up in the air. “Well, it’s great to know that our thieves need their tits pushed up too, maybe that’ll be the clue that’ll help us find their weaselly little asses. Whoever tits are looking particularly fantastic is a fucking suspect.” 

Piper gestures sharply towards the door of the motel room that currently only she and Leah are inhabiting, making no moves to lower her voice as she snaps, “or, you know, we can just ask the  rat in our midst, I’m sure he’ll fucking know something. And I fucking called it by the way.” Piper moves to start folding the clothes she threw down almost apologetically. Her poor clothes did nothing to deserve that. Plus, a bunch of their friends just got kidnapped, they had to be fucking distraught. The poor things. “He’s too pretty. He’s fucking prettier than me, and if there’s anything I don’t trust, it’s a guy that’s prettier than me, Leah. Than me!” 

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rvmington‌:

As aw-shucks as he acts, Trip very well knows that he can sweet talk a girl. This identity is one where he really leans into it: all of the self-assured, easy confidence of someone who’s spent a lifetime getting what he wants. Right now, though, it’s taking all his willpower to pretend to be charmed by a girl. “ What can I say? You make it easy, ” he says, grinning back at her. “ I’ll do my best to keep it up today. I’d hate to disappoint. ” He’s sure she’s used to having men like him wrapped around her finger; he understands how they’d fall. A smile, a squeeze of the bicep, a soft baby dripping from a voice that sounds like honey and wine. It’s dangerous. He’s not stupid enough to fall for it.

“ Well, I can’t disagree with you there, ” he mutters, conceding that point. Regardless of the vibes he gets from Piper, even he can’t disagree that she’s almost unfairly beautiful. It’s a little aggravating. He mirrors the smile she sends him, thinking he’d like to tear the photo to pieces before he lets her pin it up for everyone to see, but it’s already tucked safely away, in a place that is acutely off-limits to retrieve it from. “ That’s… so awesome, ” he says, barely mustering up the enthusiasm to match her own. Before she can try to do something else, Trip changes the subject. “ Well, should we get going? You wanted to explore. ”

Piper puts her hand over her heart in a big show of being touched, eyes purposefully coy as she looks at Trip through her lashes. “Aw, honey. You’re gonna make me blush.” In all honestly, before even the slightest bit of heat flooded her cheeks, Piper was probably more likely to be driven into some kind of violent outburst by Trip’s weird energy. Like, just a little one. And honestly mostly out of frustration and impatience than anything. Something was wrong, and Piper knew it, but would she be able to wait until Trip slipped up? Or would she end up introducing her new pocket knife to his throat in order to speed up the process? Piper wasn’t sure. But that’s neither here nor there. She curls her lips into a sweet smile, giving Trip a wink as she says, “But good. I’m looking forward to it.” 

By the time Trip asks the question the smile on Piper’s face is struggling to not appear too triumphant. In the process of about a minute she got what seemed like a grudging compliment and a statement that seemed less than enthusiastic in comparison to hers. Maybe she would get Trip to slip up before she was brought to the breaking point after all. “Oh! Yeah, we definitely should.” Piper replies with a beaming grin, moving to make her way to the doors even as she looks behind her towards Trip. “I’m so excited! Let’s go to... Madison Square Garden! Oh, no-- the Statue or Liberty! Oh, no--” Piper stops to look back at Trip with her lips parted in a gasp. “Time Square!” She twirls back around with a squeal, fingers moving to examine her camera as she asks, “You ever been to New York, Trippy? Or is this your first time too?” 

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ofxlogan‌:

“Right, right. The fun part.” he chuckles, finding that he has to quickly up his pace to keep up with Piper’s stride. He’d give her shit until the cows came home, but secretly Logan was enjoying their trek through the mall. He still wasn’t sure what her fixation was on him and his life, but he liked spending his free time with Piper. Even if the time was spent picking apart his minimal wardrobe, and forcing him into strange dressing rooms to try something new.

The first outfit she’s handing him is a dark pair of jeans and a white baseball tee, and Logan feels abundantly silly coming out of the dressing room sporting it. He’s no model, that one’s for sure. Stiffly he shoves his hands into his pockets to alleviate his own awkwardness. “ — Don’t hold back now.” he says with a thin laugh, brushing his palms against the denim fabric. 

“I ain’t know a thing about… this kinda stuff, but I like it?” his tone is unsure, sheepish against Piper’s gaze. He badly wished she would say something; he could feel his cheeks flushing a delightful shade of red the more time passed by without her input.

Piper stays silent for another moment just to make Logan sweat, but a smile is slowly cracking on her features before she can stop it. 

Without any warning Piper is bringing her fingers to her mouth to let out a enthusiastic wolf whistle, eyes crinkling with her grin as she pulls her fingers from her mouth with an excited, “wow, what a stud!” Piper claps her hands a few times as she dissolves into a small bout of giggles at her own antics, smile bright as she asks. “Who are you and what have you done with Logan? Wait,” Piper pauses a moment to fan herself, affectionately teasing as she says, “is it hot in here? Is it just me?” 

Piper’s smile is warm as she finally gets up from the seat she found for herself, approaching Logan with surety as she reaches over to examine the cuffs of his shirt. She makes sure they stop at just the right place on his wrists before she’s smoothly out the fabric on his front to examine the clothes thoughtfully. After a moment she circles him to double check the fit of the pants, but by the end of it all she’s standing back in front of Logan with a nod. 

“...You clean up nice, handsome.” Piper says warmly before she’s stepping back and making her way back to her seat. “And if you like it too, well, then I’d say we have ourselves a winner!” 

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prcssman‌:

– “YEAH, I KNOW WE CAN JUST – GET THINGS,” LEAH CRACKS A SLIGHT SMILE AT THAT, although she has her reasons for wanting to save a little money. “but there’s no point in getting something i’m not going to wear, pipes, it’s just –– i mean, it’s not really ME.” she hesitates with a long look at the coat in her arms, and well, she does think it would be sort of fun to try it on and be someone else – wasn’t that what this was really all about ? escaping ? “besides, these are great in new york, but the second we get back to backwoods towns and hole-in-the-wall pubs, we’ll stick out like a sore thumb in these.” 

her brow furrows at piper’s stubborn nature, opening her mouth to protest before she realizes there’s no use, really. a slight smile crosses her lips at how something like this can get piper so EXCITED, and so, in the spirit of morale, she’ll allow it.

“fine, i’ll wear it –– once,” leah caves, sighing as piper hoists the coat away and begins rambling again, although she has to laugh when piper brings up her birthday. “yeah, it’s december 24th…i usually forget about it too,” leah laughs, genuine this time. it used to bother her as a kid, the lack of attention and remembrance, but honestly she finds it less pressure. the 24th is usually a good day. what more could you ask for other than that, really ? “so, birthday, christmas, new year’s, you can roll it all into one.” 

“well then, we’ll just wear them in the motel rooms. for us! oh, we can put on fashion shows with will and hon’, won’t that be so fun?” piper argues brightly in return, not the slightest bit deterred by leah’s frankly, logical approach. and some part of piper gets it, she does. it’s leah’s whole job to be the smart one. but what’s the fun in that if you don’t even get to live a little some times and get a stupidly expensive jacket just because you want it?

nowhere, that’s where. 

piper brightens dramatically the moment leah finally gives in, squealing and hooking her arm around leah’s in excitement the instant she has her consent. “yay! god, baby, we’re gonna have matching jackets, isn’t that gonna be so fun? we’re gonna look so cute, everyone is gonna be jealous.” piper rambles enthusiastically as she begins to pull leah towards the cash, smoothly shifting from hooking her arm with hers to holding her hand. but she stops in her tracks at the mention of leah’s birthday, jaw dropping in an expression that looks more than mildly horrified, “what? i really missed it?! baby, no...” 

piper can feel the guilt setting in almost instantly. after all they spent the 24th together after all. her disappointed frown very quickly morphs into a stubborn set of her mouth as she points a finger at leah and says, “okay, no. you’re getting three presents today. this,” she pats the coat in hand. “is the birthday present. we’ll go to like... a book store for you christmas present, baby, you’ll like that right? a book. or should we go to a techy place...” piper is thoughtful for a moment before she’s quickly shaking her head, resuming her and leah’s trek to the cashier with new determination. “i don’t know, you let me know, sweetie. i’ll buy you whatever you want.” 

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ofhxney‌:

honey’s fingers tightened around piper’s, nails undoubtedly digging into her friend’s skin as she did so. pain was not her friend- her eyes would tear up over injuries as tiny as paper cuts & stubbed toes. ( you’d think that getting shot would put things like that into perspective, but her tolerance for pain was as low as it had ever been. bullet wounds hurt like a bitch, but so did tattoo needles. ) next to her, piper was beaming, chatting away with palpable excitement. the girl couldn’t bring herself to answer right away, jaws locked tight in an attempt not to curse at her tattoo artist.

deep breaths, she told herself. the buzzing of the tattoo gun filled her ears. deep breaths, deep breaths. honey turned her head, gaze fixed on piper. she swallowed, hard, and unscrewed her molars. “gotta be honest, babe.” a groan. “motherfucker.” her artist shot her an irritated look, which the girl masterfully ignored. “i’m not loving it just yet.”

understatement of the century- honey was deeply regretting ever saying yes to piper’s proposal. her pinky felt like it was on fire, and though she thought the sentiment behind their design & placement of choice was, like, super cute, she couldn’t help but wonder if she was ever going to be able to pinky swear ever again.

piper blinks in surprise at honey’s obvious distress, jaw dropping for a bit before she’s squeezing honey’s hand in a more comforting way. 

“oh, honey, baby, just breathe okay? take deep breaths.” piper replies encouragingly as her thumb rubs over honey’s knuckles soothingly. she smiles at the other girl without paying the slightest bit of attention to the work being done on her other hand as she says, “it’ll all be over soon okay! and just think about when it is, and how fucking cool our tattoos are gonna look! we’re going to be twinning for like, life! isn’t that so exciting!” 

piper can feel her enthusiasm bubbling right back up in her with every word, her heeled feet kicking in her excitement much to her tattoo artist’s frustration. 

“ma’am--” 

“or if that doesn’t work think happy thoughts you know? like money, and shopping, and all your exes being miserable without you forever. or something cute like little wrinkly baby alien thing on disney.” piper begins to swing hers and honey’s hand as she speaks, completely ignoring her disgruntled artist in favour of distracting honey from her pain.