[color=midnightblue][h3][b]Logan Rivers[/b][/h3][/color]
“Nice seeing you again.” Logan said without evening thinking. Shit that sounded so impersonal, like something you’d say to a distant cousin you couldn’t care less about and that was the furthest thing from what Kait had meant to him. It took most of the self-restraint he had not to go after her, but he didn’t want to try force himself back into her life. Anyhow it was clear she wanted to get away from him as quickly as possible and he couldn’t blame her. Here he was, almost thirty, basically broke, moving back to Edenridge to work part-time at a dive bar. He was sure he must look like quite the loser to people he knew from high school, but at least he wasn’t dead or in prison like most of the people he hung around with back then. After Kait was out of sight he headed to the employee room to change into his work shirt and get all his paperwork in order.

“Well,” Shane said as he slapped Logan on the back. “That looked painful and awkward, rough break up?” He asked as Logan emerged from the employee room after having changed into his uniform. He pinned the name tag to his chest and shrugged. 

“We never really talked after the shooting.” Logan said, wishing he had gone after Kait as she left or maybe said something more than a cold ‘nice seeing you again’ before she left. Of all the people to run into on his first day back it had to be the one person from back then he really gave a damn about. He hated how he’d dealt with things back then and hated what she must think of him now. 

“I remember you guys being pretty hot and heavy back in the day, you guys seemed cold now though.” Shane said as he poured a pitcher of cheap lager for a customer. 

“Yeah, I guess ten years turns friends into strangers. She was kind of the last person I expected to see still hanging around the ridge.” Logan said.

“You know I think she’s new back in town. Man, you fucked up big time letting a catch like her get away.” Shane said shaking his head as he showed Logan the ins and outs of the bar. Logan had worked in a few bars and caught on quick. 

“Yeah, typical me.” Logan said with a half-hearted chuckle, he had a knack for ruining it anytime he had something worth wile in his life. Doing well in sports: fuck it up with drugs, make some normal non-gang related friends: well also fuck that up with drugs, find a girl he actually cared about: royally screw that up by being a dick, join the army and almost get his life together: run from anything that gets too stable. 

“Eh, I’m sure there’s plenty of townie’s willing to comfort a man fresh out of the service.” Shane said with a smirk, getting a laugh out of Logan. 

“Well, yeah, it’s the only card this unfortunate looking motherfucker has to play.” Logan joked lightening up the mood. Logan relaxed a bit more, he and Shane got along pretty well he knew him from back in the day although Shane had been a couple years older than him. The job was what he expected and the night went by pretty quickly. After a while he managed to get his mind of Kait, with the help of a few shots of whiskey he and Shane took after the night stated to wind down some.