Tuesday Night - Outside Quik Stop [locked to J&SB]
RP'd via email
Veronica walks up to the convenience store in town. So far the best lead she has is the so called fear toxin.
Jay and Silent Bob are leaning against the wall, bored. Bob is smoking a cigarette, and Jay has a flask of something that he keeps sipping from. He sees the pretty blonde and nudges Bob. "Hey, look at that hot bitch. Mmm..." Bob takes a drag and rolls his eyes.
These must be the guys, Veronica thinks. "Hey, can I ask you guys something?" she says, tilting her head slightly.
Jay grins. "You can ask me anything, baby." He elbows Bob again, and whispers, "This one's mine fatass. Don't you dare go stealin' my bitch again."
Bob finishes his cigarette and drops it to the ground, crushing it with the toe of his shoe. He looks at Veronica expectantly.
Veronica ignores Jay's attitude and addresses Bob. "I heard you guys were at Spike's a few weeks ago and something weird happened. Can you tell me exactly what went down?"
Bob smacks his palm lightly against his forehead, then hits Jay, not-so-lightly in the gut. He turns to stare at his loudmouthed friend.
Jay leans against the wall, almost slumping, pouting like a little boy. "Goddamn tubby, you go blamin' me for the shit that went down. Ain't none--" at a glare from Bob he amends, "all my fault." He turns back to V. "So what the fuck d'ya wanna know?"
Veronica winks at Bob, amused by his actions. "I want to know what happened. Everything," she tells Jay.
"Alright. But I better be gettin' somethin' outta this, if you know what I mean," Jay says with a leer.
"So that afternoon, I'm all sexy and waitin' for some damn business right fucking here. And this hot blonde in leather shows up--met her at the pub few weeks before. Just, Mm, Mm, Mm," he makes hip pumping motions to match his grunts. "So anyways, the bitch is all, 'Hey, wanna go fuck someplace?' And I'm all, 'Bitch, you know I would, but I'm workin'.' All the ladies want a piece of Jay, you know," he says with a brow wiggle
Veronica rolls her eyes at Jay's leer. He can try to get something, but all he's likely to get for his trouble is a taser in the side. She winces when he mentions the hot blonde in leather, she can think of a few people who fit that description.
"Is there a point to this or are you just babbling?"
Bob sighs apologetically. He nudges Jay, as if to say, Get to the point so I can go smoke a bowl.
Jay rolls his eyes. "Okay, whatever, so the bitch says if I'm doing business, she's got some for me. She gives me this little glass bottle, about this fuckin big," he makes a motion with his fingers. "Doesn't tell me a damn thing about it. But you know, I'm a fucking business man, never one to turn down an opportunity. Sos I take it to the pub, and sit with tub o' lard here. I get some blonde looks like she's wound tighter than a fucking spring, so I try to get her to relax. But she ain't into it, and somehow, the bottle falls to the floor." He shrugs. "Then everyone goes batshit."
After a moment, Veronica sighs. "So the leather chick gave you some sort of drug and you dropped it in the pub, causing everyone near by to have a bad reaction?" Sorting out Jay's rambling is starting to hurt her brain.
Bob nods, lighting another cigarette. He takes a slow drag, then says, "Yeah, that's about right. Then dumbass here gets us questioned by some crazy fucker with a gun. And I get blamed even though I had NOTHING TO DO WITH IT!" The last words are directed at Jay. Clearly this is still a sore spot between them.
Veronica wonders if the crazy fucker with a gun was Marty. "Were you guys affected by the drug?"
Bob has gone silent again, waiting for Jay to answer. "Yeah, me and fatsss here were both messed up. Then I lost him. Apparently he had some hot chick try to rescue him... Hey chunky," he says, turning to Bob, "the fuck do you get all the chicks? This town is messed fuck up, seriously."
"A tip? The strong, silent type generally prevails over the mouthy, obnoxious type." If that's true, why did you date Logan?, her annoying inner-voice asks. She turns to Bob. "Do you know who the girl was that helped you?"
Bob nods. He gives Jay a "ha! I win" smile. "Faith. Pretty brunette. She stayed with me until it wore off in the morning." He smirks at Jay. "Heard you spent the night in the alley."
"Aw, shut the fuck up, you tubby bitch. Everyone knows you like the cock anyway. I like you better when you don't talk." Jay crosses his arms, sulking.
Faith. Interesting. Veronica was starting to wonder if all roads were going to lead to JA. She dreads the thought that Beka may have been the hot blonde in leather Jay mentioned.
"Hey, when that hot blonde in leather gave you the drugs, what did she tell you it was?"
"Nah. But I didn't ask too many questions, either, with that sexy rack." Jay grins, apparently over his sulk. "But I think your rack is sexier." He winks at V.
Veronica looks down at her flat chest. "Well, why didn't you tell me the hot blonde in leather was a guy?"
"...the fuck?!? I ain't no queer. I am the master of the clit! She was totally a chick!" Bob laughs at Jay's outburst. He shrugs at V, a little smirk on his face.
"And you, tubby fag, don't go telling people that I like the c*ck as much as you do."
Veronica shakes her head. “Thanks for your help. You’ve been most informative.” Or not, but she realizes she won’t get anything more valuable out of these two tonight and she figures she’ll cut her losses and head back to the dorms.
Bob smiles apologetically and wave goodbye, as Jay starts mumbling, "Stupid bitch. She's not my fucking type anyway."
Veronica walks up to the convenience store in town. So far the best lead she has is the so called fear toxin.
Jay and Silent Bob are leaning against the wall, bored. Bob is smoking a cigarette, and Jay has a flask of something that he keeps sipping from. He sees the pretty blonde and nudges Bob. "Hey, look at that hot bitch. Mmm..." Bob takes a drag and rolls his eyes.
These must be the guys, Veronica thinks. "Hey, can I ask you guys something?" she says, tilting her head slightly.
Jay grins. "You can ask me anything, baby." He elbows Bob again, and whispers, "This one's mine fatass. Don't you dare go stealin' my bitch again."
Bob finishes his cigarette and drops it to the ground, crushing it with the toe of his shoe. He looks at Veronica expectantly.
Veronica ignores Jay's attitude and addresses Bob. "I heard you guys were at Spike's a few weeks ago and something weird happened. Can you tell me exactly what went down?"
Bob smacks his palm lightly against his forehead, then hits Jay, not-so-lightly in the gut. He turns to stare at his loudmouthed friend.
Jay leans against the wall, almost slumping, pouting like a little boy. "Goddamn tubby, you go blamin' me for the shit that went down. Ain't none--" at a glare from Bob he amends, "all my fault." He turns back to V. "So what the fuck d'ya wanna know?"
Veronica winks at Bob, amused by his actions. "I want to know what happened. Everything," she tells Jay.
"Alright. But I better be gettin' somethin' outta this, if you know what I mean," Jay says with a leer.
"So that afternoon, I'm all sexy and waitin' for some damn business right fucking here. And this hot blonde in leather shows up--met her at the pub few weeks before. Just, Mm, Mm, Mm," he makes hip pumping motions to match his grunts. "So anyways, the bitch is all, 'Hey, wanna go fuck someplace?' And I'm all, 'Bitch, you know I would, but I'm workin'.' All the ladies want a piece of Jay, you know," he says with a brow wiggle
Veronica rolls her eyes at Jay's leer. He can try to get something, but all he's likely to get for his trouble is a taser in the side. She winces when he mentions the hot blonde in leather, she can think of a few people who fit that description.
"Is there a point to this or are you just babbling?"
Bob sighs apologetically. He nudges Jay, as if to say, Get to the point so I can go smoke a bowl.
Jay rolls his eyes. "Okay, whatever, so the bitch says if I'm doing business, she's got some for me. She gives me this little glass bottle, about this fuckin big," he makes a motion with his fingers. "Doesn't tell me a damn thing about it. But you know, I'm a fucking business man, never one to turn down an opportunity. Sos I take it to the pub, and sit with tub o' lard here. I get some blonde looks like she's wound tighter than a fucking spring, so I try to get her to relax. But she ain't into it, and somehow, the bottle falls to the floor." He shrugs. "Then everyone goes batshit."
After a moment, Veronica sighs. "So the leather chick gave you some sort of drug and you dropped it in the pub, causing everyone near by to have a bad reaction?" Sorting out Jay's rambling is starting to hurt her brain.
Bob nods, lighting another cigarette. He takes a slow drag, then says, "Yeah, that's about right. Then dumbass here gets us questioned by some crazy fucker with a gun. And I get blamed even though I had NOTHING TO DO WITH IT!" The last words are directed at Jay. Clearly this is still a sore spot between them.
Veronica wonders if the crazy fucker with a gun was Marty. "Were you guys affected by the drug?"
Bob has gone silent again, waiting for Jay to answer. "Yeah, me and fatsss here were both messed up. Then I lost him. Apparently he had some hot chick try to rescue him... Hey chunky," he says, turning to Bob, "the fuck do you get all the chicks? This town is messed fuck up, seriously."
"A tip? The strong, silent type generally prevails over the mouthy, obnoxious type." If that's true, why did you date Logan?, her annoying inner-voice asks. She turns to Bob. "Do you know who the girl was that helped you?"
Bob nods. He gives Jay a "ha! I win" smile. "Faith. Pretty brunette. She stayed with me until it wore off in the morning." He smirks at Jay. "Heard you spent the night in the alley."
"Aw, shut the fuck up, you tubby bitch. Everyone knows you like the cock anyway. I like you better when you don't talk." Jay crosses his arms, sulking.
Faith. Interesting. Veronica was starting to wonder if all roads were going to lead to JA. She dreads the thought that Beka may have been the hot blonde in leather Jay mentioned.
"Hey, when that hot blonde in leather gave you the drugs, what did she tell you it was?"
"Nah. But I didn't ask too many questions, either, with that sexy rack." Jay grins, apparently over his sulk. "But I think your rack is sexier." He winks at V.
Veronica looks down at her flat chest. "Well, why didn't you tell me the hot blonde in leather was a guy?"
"...the fuck?!? I ain't no queer. I am the master of the clit! She was totally a chick!" Bob laughs at Jay's outburst. He shrugs at V, a little smirk on his face.
"And you, tubby fag, don't go telling people that I like the c*ck as much as you do."
Veronica shakes her head. “Thanks for your help. You’ve been most informative.” Or not, but she realizes she won’t get anything more valuable out of these two tonight and she figures she’ll cut her losses and head back to the dorms.
Bob smiles apologetically and wave goodbye, as Jay starts mumbling, "Stupid bitch. She's not my fucking type anyway."