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[dancewithadevil]

WHO: Lauren Reed and Veronica Mars. If you want to join in, just ask!
WHEN: First day at Disneyworld.
WHAT: New warden and inmate share bonding time.
WARNINGS: Excessive brooding.

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[dancewithadevil]

Lauren maintained hardly any expression at all at Veronica's display, personally not interesting in bickering over the small things. Starting a fight at the very beginning of this trip wouldn't be a grand idea, and surprisingly, she'd rather try and relax today.

Which was already proving to be difficult as just walking down the main-street required maneuvering around crowds and stupid people who decided to stop in the middle of the path. Honestly - did nobody have manners anymore?

"Rides," she replied with only a moment to think it over. "I just had breakfast."

Another few minutes of walking, surveying around them as they walked by shops and food stands, Lauren finally turned towards one that caught her eye. A game booth, with rows of mini targets lined up along the back wall. Granted, not technically a ride, but an attraction all the same.

Walking up to it, Lauren picked up one of the obviously fake pistols sitting on a holster. Inspecting it quickly, she glanced back over her shoulder to Veronica, raising her eyebrows challengingly. "Care to join me, warden?"

[petite_sleuth]

Veronica sort of knew how to fire a gun. Her dad had one and she'd insisted that he at least show her how to use it, even if the safety had been on the entire time. So she'd held one and looked it over and then she decided that she preferred her taser. It just had a more personal touch to things and really, using a gun scared her. It scared her that Logan had access to one back home. Her dad she trusted with it, not so much her tortured love interest.

So she could probably aim and use a fake one but still. This was the kind of crap that Lauren used on a daily basis. Of course she was going to win at this game.

"This is hardly fair," Veronica said, coming up beside her inmate and reaching for one of the fake guns anyway.

"They don't have any contests to ruin people's lives. And I'm so much better at that then playing with guns. That's bad for you, you know. Somewhere, a child's life is being ruined right now."

[dancewithadevil]

Veronica really didn't need to feel so nervous - these plastic replicas were hardly the usual weaponry Lauren used daily! It was a sad excuse for a gun, and didn't even have the normal loading or cocking mechanisms. All you really had to do was pull the plastic trigger, which, in her opinion, was a lot more simple than the usual guns she dealt with.

"I believe your words were 'I'll let you decide'," she offered with a smug sort of smile as her oh-so-nice warden walked over. Lauren was pleased she agreed to join her, though, as a game was not nearly as fun without some added competition. There was one other teenager a few spots down from them, but Lauren passed her off as any competition at all.

"If it's any consolation," she muttered, one eye closing as she lined up her shot, holding the gun out in front of her. "You've been ruining mine since the day we were assigned together."

At the whistle, the game started and Lauren took her first shot at the row of targets a few feet in front of her, aiming to hit every single one.

[petite_sleuth]

"Stupid Veronica," the blonde muttered, shaking her head a little bit and shaking the gun, using it as metaphor for throttling someone's throat. Probably her own since she was ragging on herself. "Always making promises you don't really mean. Gotta stop just saying whatever comes into your brain first. All it does is get you into trouble."

She took her mark with everyone else as the game started, holding the gun out in front of herself with less confidence then her inmate did. Though she hit a couple of the targets, which made her beam with inner pride. Because three out of five was the same thing as mastering the game. Technically, it was still passing.

"And that's hardly a fair statement," Veronica added once that round was over, glancing over at her inmate. "I haven't taken away your blow dryer. Your life is still intact."

[dancewithadevil]

Lauren just smirked to herself, and focused on the game. Even though it was plastic, this damn thing was as close to a gun as she could get since she found herself here. It was oddly liberating.

While Veronica did do quite well considering her lack of skill in usual guns, Lauren wasn't surprised that she hit every target down the line. With a satisfied nod, she lowered the weapon back to its holster.

She looked around to see how everyone else did, and turned to the host of the game as he grinned with exaggerated happiness and reached up to pick something, holding out to her... a blue fuzzy snake. A... stuffed animal.

It was quite possible that she had never been given one before.

Lauren didn't have any reaction at all for a few seconds, no absolute idea what to do. This definitely wasn't protocol she was used to.

"Err, thanks," she replied finally, reaching out and taking the snake from the attendant. Slowly, mostly unwillingly, a smile crept onto Lauren's face as she inspected the stuffed animal, finding it sort of cute.

[petite_sleuth]

Veronica noticed the smile on her inmate's face and latched on to it like a leech, using as a point to make fun of her. And encourage her a little bit, so she was doing her wardenly duty. Making people feel good about themselves or whatever.

"Look at that. Disney working it's magic on you," she said, reaching over to tap the stuffed snake's head with her index finger. "Better be careful or your heart is going to grow three sizes and explode right out of your chest."

This was probably the part where she hugged Lauren or gave her a pat on the head and some encouraging words. Like a mother or a schoolteacher but that gene had never manifested in the blonde.

"If you don't name it, then you fail as a girl. By the way."