Mac's Long Weekend (Prologue)
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This is hell, and Veronica Mars owed her big time. It was an early Friday afternoon on a long weekend and Mac hadn't wanted to go on a road trip. She tapped the steering wheel of her beloved Beetle nervously with her hands. They had been on the road for an hour and a half now and he hadn't said one freaking word. Well that wasn't totally true, as he limped over to the car he'd said, "Thanks for the ride." Why in the world had she agreed to drive Weevil "Convicted Felon" Navarro two hours out of Neptune to go to a party hosted by none other then Dick Casablancas? It wasn't like she was scared of Weevil she assured herself, after all this wasn't the first time she'd spent with him, it was just the first time she'd spent alone with him on an isolated road miles from anyone, while he went all serial killer quiet. She glanced over at the passenger seat again. He wasn't asleep, just staring out the car window.
"It's not like I bite or anything," He paused for a second and gave her a suggestive look, "unless you ask of course."
Her response a startled "What?" resulted in a satisfied grin from the passenger seat.
"Well I gotta figure with the way you keep looking you're either terrified of me or hot for my body." He gestured at himself arrogantly.
She stared through the windshield at the winding mountain road ahead and kept her voice dry, "Don't flatter yourself, the silence was just making me nervous."
"Cause we have so much in common to talk about right?" His words were probably meant to sound flippant but Mac heard an undertone of bitterness.
"Well do you know why we are going to hang out with a bunch of 09er jackasses in the middle of nowhere?" Mac found herself hoping it was something simple, break some outdated security system, or decrypt some files. Heck she'd even be willing to provide an alibi. She just didn't want to get mixed up in anything too complicated. Of course, lately it seemed like Veronica's life was nothing but complicated.
"Well I don't know about you," he said, "but I'm doing it for four hundred bucks."
Mac blurted in outrage, "Wait a sec, you're getting paid!"
"You're not?" He asked questioningly, laughing when she shook her head no.
Veronica so owed her for this.
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This is hell, and Veronica Mars owed her big time. It was an early Friday afternoon on a long weekend and Mac hadn't wanted to go on a road trip. She tapped the steering wheel of her beloved Beetle nervously with her hands. They had been on the road for an hour and a half now and he hadn't said one freaking word. Well that wasn't totally true, as he limped over to the car he'd said, "Thanks for the ride." Why in the world had she agreed to drive Weevil "Convicted Felon" Navarro two hours out of Neptune to go to a party hosted by none other then Dick Casablancas? It wasn't like she was scared of Weevil she assured herself, after all this wasn't the first time she'd spent with him, it was just the first time she'd spent alone with him on an isolated road miles from anyone, while he went all serial killer quiet. She glanced over at the passenger seat again. He wasn't asleep, just staring out the car window.
"It's not like I bite or anything," He paused for a second and gave her a suggestive look, "unless you ask of course."
Her response a startled "What?" resulted in a satisfied grin from the passenger seat.
"Well I gotta figure with the way you keep looking you're either terrified of me or hot for my body." He gestured at himself arrogantly.
She stared through the windshield at the winding mountain road ahead and kept her voice dry, "Don't flatter yourself, the silence was just making me nervous."
"Cause we have so much in common to talk about right?" His words were probably meant to sound flippant but Mac heard an undertone of bitterness.
"Well do you know why we are going to hang out with a bunch of 09er jackasses in the middle of nowhere?" Mac found herself hoping it was something simple, break some outdated security system, or decrypt some files. Heck she'd even be willing to provide an alibi. She just didn't want to get mixed up in anything too complicated. Of course, lately it seemed like Veronica's life was nothing but complicated.
"Well I don't know about you," he said, "but I'm doing it for four hundred bucks."
Mac blurted in outrage, "Wait a sec, you're getting paid!"
"You're not?" He asked questioningly, laughing when she shook her head no.
Veronica so owed her for this.
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Next - Chapter 1