“So you do associate with the riff-raff now and again?” Weevil spoke close to her ear over the music, from behind; she surprised him by being here, he figured he could at least return in kind. A shady dive in the ‘02, it’s exactly the kind of place she shouldn’t be but somehow always ended up. Spotting the blonde, wavy bob from across the bar, Weevil just couldn’t go back to his drink the same way. It was her, alright, but it was a version of her Weevil didn’t find wholly familiar. Seeing her, seeing the guy she was talking to practically salivate over her dress…
Betting everything in his wallet that she was here for a job, as she turned around to face him he couldn’t help but eye the drink in her hand.
“Now and again,” Veronica …show more content…
He doesn’t know it, of course, he thinks Victoria just loves the way he uses his creativity to bend the pesky law. Apparently he’s low-level connected with the owner of this place.” Pursing her lips, Veronica changed her rhythm when the music changed, and it was the first moment she realized how stiff he was, barely moving to the beat. Normally, he didn’t shy from the easy innuendo with her; she expected dance partner to be an easy cover for him to play. “Relax, my drink was a diet coke, and I have Mr. Sparky in my purse for an emergency exit. Or you know, maybe for fun.” Kidding, she mentally added when he frowned.
Sure, Veronica Mars was pretty; did he ever think about her that way? Yeah, sometimes. Did her warm little hands brushing his sides from behind on his motorcycle stir something sometimes? Maybe. Weevil was sure this low-cut sparkly blouse wasn’t in her school outfit rotation. In a nagging way it made him think of Lilly, and then Lilly made him think of Veronica, and well, there was a sick cycle of thought.
“You done working?” Weevil never had a problem asking for what he wanted, he never had a problem being comfortable. Pressed against a Veronica he barely recognized, Weevil had no idea what he wanted, but he definitely didn’t feel comfortable.
She spun then, moving to the music with her back to him, and really, he’s only human. As his eyes drifted …show more content…
Think Lanksy over there’s gonna take kindly to being ditched?” Veronica doubted it, but mostly she was done with him. The bug she’d planted in his office last week, not to mention the conversation she’d recorded from tonight; her dad’s client would have no problem proving laundering and finding where her date had buried the paper trail. “He was my ride here, actually.” She admitted, wincing. The plan for getting home was still a work in progress; Weevil’s face said it was suddenly more progress than work.
“Was there a question in there, Veronica Mars?” Weevil blinked down to her, endlessly amused. Somewhere along the line, doing this girl favors started feeling like helping a friend.
“There was, actually. Have you had too many tequila shots to give a girl a ride home?” Veronica had practically stopped hearing the music, as Weevil’s hands gradually gravitated to her middle.
And there it was, Weevil acknowledged in his head, the easy innuendo. The ride home nudge, that if he took, would put whatever heat was getting between them back into an acceptable simmer. Would call this whole thing a draw, bringing it back to familiar
Betting everything in his wallet that she was here for a job, as she turned around to face him he couldn’t help but eye the drink in her hand.
“Now and again,” Veronica …show more content…
He doesn’t know it, of course, he thinks Victoria just loves the way he uses his creativity to bend the pesky law. Apparently he’s low-level connected with the owner of this place.” Pursing her lips, Veronica changed her rhythm when the music changed, and it was the first moment she realized how stiff he was, barely moving to the beat. Normally, he didn’t shy from the easy innuendo with her; she expected dance partner to be an easy cover for him to play. “Relax, my drink was a diet coke, and I have Mr. Sparky in my purse for an emergency exit. Or you know, maybe for fun.” Kidding, she mentally added when he frowned.
Sure, Veronica Mars was pretty; did he ever think about her that way? Yeah, sometimes. Did her warm little hands brushing his sides from behind on his motorcycle stir something sometimes? Maybe. Weevil was sure this low-cut sparkly blouse wasn’t in her school outfit rotation. In a nagging way it made him think of Lilly, and then Lilly made him think of Veronica, and well, there was a sick cycle of thought.
“You done working?” Weevil never had a problem asking for what he wanted, he never had a problem being comfortable. Pressed against a Veronica he barely recognized, Weevil had no idea what he wanted, but he definitely didn’t feel comfortable.
She spun then, moving to the music with her back to him, and really, he’s only human. As his eyes drifted …show more content…
Think Lanksy over there’s gonna take kindly to being ditched?” Veronica doubted it, but mostly she was done with him. The bug she’d planted in his office last week, not to mention the conversation she’d recorded from tonight; her dad’s client would have no problem proving laundering and finding where her date had buried the paper trail. “He was my ride here, actually.” She admitted, wincing. The plan for getting home was still a work in progress; Weevil’s face said it was suddenly more progress than work.
“Was there a question in there, Veronica Mars?” Weevil blinked down to her, endlessly amused. Somewhere along the line, doing this girl favors started feeling like helping a friend.
“There was, actually. Have you had too many tequila shots to give a girl a ride home?” Veronica had practically stopped hearing the music, as Weevil’s hands gradually gravitated to her middle.
And there it was, Weevil acknowledged in his head, the easy innuendo. The ride home nudge, that if he took, would put whatever heat was getting between them back into an acceptable simmer. Would call this whole thing a draw, bringing it back to familiar