Hyperion Kitchen - Tuesday Morning [Honesty Day]

[marsheadtilt]

Veronica stumbled into the kitchen and set up the coffee pot.

She hadn't slept well, thanks to some nightmares, and was desperate for some caffeine.

[Open for anyone in the Hyperion or who wants to visit/call. Veronica will be telling the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. She kind of hates me right now.]

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[cantgetnorelief]

A pre-caffeinated Anders had enough of a problem with keeping a filter on his mouth as it was. Today . . .

Yeah.

"Oh gods, I had a dream last night about you and the mistletoe again," he grumbled at Veronica.

. . .

Dammit. He'd been going to say "nightmare."

Ugh.

[marsheadtilt]

Veronica made a face. "I really didn't need to know that. Especially because kissing you wasn't nearly as gross as I made it out to be."

Um.

[cantgetnorelief]

"Yeah, well, I didn't need to have that dream," Anders shot back. "I could've lived without the need for a cold shower this morning. Just makes me want to throw up even more. Gods dammit, you don't need to know this!"

He paused. "Except for the throwing up part. Keep that in mind."

[marsheadtilt]

"Yeah, well, I'm still going to pretend like I hate you, even though I'll be damned if I can remember how that even started," Veronica informed him.

[cantgetnorelief]

"I don't remember, and I don't care," Anders said. "It'd be too weird if we just got along. I don't think I could live with myself."

[marsheadtilt]

Veronica nodded. "At least we don't have all that sexual tension like you and Piper."

[cantgetnorelief]

"Yeah," Anders said wistfully. "Because damn, she is hot . . . and you have to kill me now. Please."

[marsheadtilt]

"No way," Veronica laughed. "This is great blackmail material that I'll never use."

[cantgetnorelief]

"I knew you were all talk! I knew it!" Anders slapped a hand down on the kitchen counter.

"Ow ow ow sonofafrakkingbitch that hurt ow ow ow."

Real macho there, jock boy.

[marsheadtilt]

"I didn't used to be all talk," Veronica argued. "But somewhere along the way I developed a conscience."

[cantgetnorelief]

"I'm never going to take you seriously again when you threaten to blackmail me." Anders cradled his sore hand, grimacing. "Except for how I totally am -- dammit!"

[marsheadtilt]

Veronica stomped over to the freezer and got an ice pack. She wrapped it in a towel and handed it to Anders.

[cantgetnorelief]

"You know," Anders said, taking the ice pack, "It's a little bit weird when you're nice to me. But thanks. And that counter is harder than it looks."

[marsheadtilt]

"Well, don't get used to it because whenever this wears off, I'll go right back to acting like I hate you."

[cantgetnorelief]

"Yeah, right back at you," Anders answered. "Even if I don't really hate you, acting nice all the time makes me feel dirty, and not in a good way."

[marsheadtilt]

"Yeeeeeeeeeeah me and you and dirty in the good way will never happen," Veronica said.