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Title: This Is Why He Hates Communal Living
Author: Sherlockian

Logan, as was his morning ritual, dodged the kids vying for Corn Pops or whatever the hell sugary cereal Petey'd bought this month happened to be, and made a beeline for the fridge. A morning beer was necessary, vital even, for dealing with the craziness that went on at this school. He jerked the fridge open and reached for a bottle of Molson he'd left on the door. Instead of the beer that should have been there, his fingers passed through the empty space and hit the bottle of ketchup on the other side. "The hell?"

He stood up, and glared. One of the kids noticed and made a high-pitched sound, ducking behind her friend to avoid the look. Logan ignored her. "Who the hell moved my beer? And it had better been moved, because I'm gonna gut anyone who drank it." Half the teenagers took wary steps away from him-- Logan considered them as culprits but discarded the possibility as unlikely.

"Sorry man, didn't see your name on it." Someone came up behind him, and Logan barely stopped himself from slicing the person to pieces when the guy dangled a half-drank Molson bottle in front of Logan's face. "Problem with communal fridges, right? S'why I hate dorms." Logan snatched the bottle from the man and swung around, teeth bared in a snarl. The guy shrugged again and shoved a lock of hair out of his face.

Logan decided that it was just too damn early in the morning to deal with this shit, and took a swig of his beer. "Next time, remember the Molsons are mine," he grunted and stormed out of the kitchen.

"My name's Eliot," the guy called after him.