Fic: Mac's Long Weekend 4/14 (Veronica/Piz, Mac/Max) PG-13
Weevil and Mac spent the first few minutes in silent boredom before they found a way to entertain themselves. They started devising fake back stories for the people milling around the driveway. They decided the retired school teacher looking woman was a serial killer, the balding mustachioed man a sword swallowing circus escape, a quiet thin young man with stylish clothes was a gigolo, and a hard of hearing elderly gentleman had to be a retired assassin. Judging people based on appearances was so much more fun when they were doing it.
The game was just beginning to pall when Mac got a call from Veronica. "Looks like she got Piz out, she said we are done for tonight though. She asked me to e-mail the financial documents to her dad and said she'd call us in the morning."
He looked over at her, "So, do you want to go hang out at Dick's party?"
Mac replied with a sarcastic smile, "Hmm, we could go to the party and be mocked or ignored. Or we could actually do something fun...Like charge a bunch of eight dollar movies to Dick's account."
Weevil nodded thoughtfully, "Yeah but I thought you were sick of watching porn?" She groaned and tossed a pebble at him.
Eventually a wimpy looking guy in a suit announced that this was a false alarm and that the guests could safely return to their rooms. As they walked through the main entrance a staff member handed them a voucher for a free drink at the hotel bar. Weevil cocked an eyebrow at her questioningly, she nodded, and they headed over to redeem their coupons.
The bar was a crush, apparently the only thing the idle rich liked better then keeping down the man is free booze. Mac didn't really feel like fighting her way through the crowd so she gestured at an unoccupied corner table. Weevil nodded, "Hey pass me your voucher and I'll get your drink for you." Mac nodded, after today she could actually use a drink.
She smiled at him, "Veronica hook you up with a fake I.D.?"
"Nah, haven’t been carded since I was twelve, plus with the crowd here they'll be to busy to check." As he pushed his way through the crowd Mac had a sudden mental image of a twelve year old Weevil sauntering into a bar. He probably could have pulled it off at that.
Due to the crowd the wait was a long one, she was just thinking about pulling out her laptop when Logan sat down across from her. "So, Mac should I be expecting a visit from the cops tonight?"
"Not sure, have you been doing anything illegal?"
He leaned back in his chair, "Nothing lately. Where's your 'Date'?"
"Getting drinks."
"You're drinking now? Weevil must be a bad influence." he said, looking over her shoulder.
Just then Weevil walked up carrying two glasses, "You talking about me? You better be saying something good or I'll have to kick your ass again." Logan made a grab for one of the glasses, but Weevil pulled it back out of his reach.
"Keep your paws to yourself. I'll have you know this whiskey's nearly as old as me. The bartender didn't even bat an eye when I asked for the good stuff. You want some - go get your own"
Logan gave Weevil a crooked smile, "You know you won't appreciate the finer things in life, I'll buy you a couple of beers."
Weevil sat down next to Mac, putting her drink in front of her, "Bite me Echolls. I know enough not to let good things slip through my fingers. Didn't anyone ever tell you not to horn in on other people's dates?"
"You can't fool me. Mac has too much good taste to take up with you. Why don't you two tell me what you're really doing here?"
Weevil took a sip of his drink, "Damn this stuff is good. We aren't up to anything; we're just hanging out enjoying our free drinks."
Logan gave them both a suspicious look, "You trying to tell me Veronica doesn't have some stupid yet complicated plan to ruin someone at the party?"
"Man, I'm telling you, me and Mac are sitting here having a drink and not up to anything at all."
"Well then, you guys won't care if I hang with you tonight right?"
Weevil shrugged, he didn't care if Logan believed him or not. "Doesn't matter to me, I thought this was your big weekend though. Wouldn't you rather be out partying?"
"Uh huh, I leave you two alone and suddenly Dick gets arrested for credit card fraud or something." Logan was still suspicious.
"Yeah 'cause your boy really has the brains to pull that off," Weevil said sarcastically.
As she sipped her drink, she looked back and forth between the two. Listening to the words she almost expected them to throw punches then and there, but way they smirked at each other was almost friendly. Guys were so weird.
Before Mac could decide what to say to Logan, there was an unwelcome interruption. A dressed-up Madison tapped Logan's shoulder, "Hi Logan. How are you doing?" She gave Mac a quick glare, "Slumming?" Madison had two near clones standing behind her. Mac sighed. Ah yes, it was a cardinal rule that bitches had to run in packs.
Logan looked up, his expression remaining bland. "Hi."
"So Logan, I was hoping we could get together later. I feel like I haven't seen you in forever." Madison practically cooed.
"So sorry, Madison, I've already made plans with my good friends, Mac and..." there was barely perceptible pause, "Weevil."
Madison took a moment to give Mac the death stare (which failed to bother Mac - angry Madison actually made her quite happy). She shrugged, "Your loss." She gestured for her followers, "Girls, lets go find someone interesting to talk to."
Mac took a sip of her drink and watched them walk away. "I think you ticked her off. If you don't like her why don't you just say: Madison, you're evil incarnate, go away."
"I'm through purposefully ticking girls off," He shrugged, "I'm steadily losing ground in the dating department, between daddy dearest, my multiple arrests, my celebrity trials, and my general baggage. I've decided not to pull the pin on any more social hand grenades."
"Boo hoo." Weevil snorted, "poor rich little white boy, it must be so hard to get a date."
"Forget love, it's overrated. Why don't we have ourselves a nice game of poker? You'll be just as poor at the end but at least no one will rip out your heart, cut it to pieces, and stomp on it." Logan said, his eyes looking at something over Mac's left shoulder. Mac turned to see what he was looking at and saw Veronica and Piz standing next to the bar. It was too far a way to hear what they were saying but their body language was unhappy.
Mac turned back to Logan and raised her eyebrows, "Bitter much? I'm up for a game of cards. You'll have to remind me of the rules though. I haven't played in a while." At her words both Weevil and Logan gave her extremely suspicious looks.
"What?" Mac smiled at them innocently, "Would I lie to you?"
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Next - Chapter 5
The game was just beginning to pall when Mac got a call from Veronica. "Looks like she got Piz out, she said we are done for tonight though. She asked me to e-mail the financial documents to her dad and said she'd call us in the morning."
He looked over at her, "So, do you want to go hang out at Dick's party?"
Mac replied with a sarcastic smile, "Hmm, we could go to the party and be mocked or ignored. Or we could actually do something fun...Like charge a bunch of eight dollar movies to Dick's account."
Weevil nodded thoughtfully, "Yeah but I thought you were sick of watching porn?" She groaned and tossed a pebble at him.
Eventually a wimpy looking guy in a suit announced that this was a false alarm and that the guests could safely return to their rooms. As they walked through the main entrance a staff member handed them a voucher for a free drink at the hotel bar. Weevil cocked an eyebrow at her questioningly, she nodded, and they headed over to redeem their coupons.
The bar was a crush, apparently the only thing the idle rich liked better then keeping down the man is free booze. Mac didn't really feel like fighting her way through the crowd so she gestured at an unoccupied corner table. Weevil nodded, "Hey pass me your voucher and I'll get your drink for you." Mac nodded, after today she could actually use a drink.
She smiled at him, "Veronica hook you up with a fake I.D.?"
"Nah, haven’t been carded since I was twelve, plus with the crowd here they'll be to busy to check." As he pushed his way through the crowd Mac had a sudden mental image of a twelve year old Weevil sauntering into a bar. He probably could have pulled it off at that.
Due to the crowd the wait was a long one, she was just thinking about pulling out her laptop when Logan sat down across from her. "So, Mac should I be expecting a visit from the cops tonight?"
"Not sure, have you been doing anything illegal?"
He leaned back in his chair, "Nothing lately. Where's your 'Date'?"
"Getting drinks."
"You're drinking now? Weevil must be a bad influence." he said, looking over her shoulder.
Just then Weevil walked up carrying two glasses, "You talking about me? You better be saying something good or I'll have to kick your ass again." Logan made a grab for one of the glasses, but Weevil pulled it back out of his reach.
"Keep your paws to yourself. I'll have you know this whiskey's nearly as old as me. The bartender didn't even bat an eye when I asked for the good stuff. You want some - go get your own"
Logan gave Weevil a crooked smile, "You know you won't appreciate the finer things in life, I'll buy you a couple of beers."
Weevil sat down next to Mac, putting her drink in front of her, "Bite me Echolls. I know enough not to let good things slip through my fingers. Didn't anyone ever tell you not to horn in on other people's dates?"
"You can't fool me. Mac has too much good taste to take up with you. Why don't you two tell me what you're really doing here?"
Weevil took a sip of his drink, "Damn this stuff is good. We aren't up to anything; we're just hanging out enjoying our free drinks."
Logan gave them both a suspicious look, "You trying to tell me Veronica doesn't have some stupid yet complicated plan to ruin someone at the party?"
"Man, I'm telling you, me and Mac are sitting here having a drink and not up to anything at all."
"Well then, you guys won't care if I hang with you tonight right?"
Weevil shrugged, he didn't care if Logan believed him or not. "Doesn't matter to me, I thought this was your big weekend though. Wouldn't you rather be out partying?"
"Uh huh, I leave you two alone and suddenly Dick gets arrested for credit card fraud or something." Logan was still suspicious.
"Yeah 'cause your boy really has the brains to pull that off," Weevil said sarcastically.
As she sipped her drink, she looked back and forth between the two. Listening to the words she almost expected them to throw punches then and there, but way they smirked at each other was almost friendly. Guys were so weird.
Before Mac could decide what to say to Logan, there was an unwelcome interruption. A dressed-up Madison tapped Logan's shoulder, "Hi Logan. How are you doing?" She gave Mac a quick glare, "Slumming?" Madison had two near clones standing behind her. Mac sighed. Ah yes, it was a cardinal rule that bitches had to run in packs.
Logan looked up, his expression remaining bland. "Hi."
"So Logan, I was hoping we could get together later. I feel like I haven't seen you in forever." Madison practically cooed.
"So sorry, Madison, I've already made plans with my good friends, Mac and..." there was barely perceptible pause, "Weevil."
Madison took a moment to give Mac the death stare (which failed to bother Mac - angry Madison actually made her quite happy). She shrugged, "Your loss." She gestured for her followers, "Girls, lets go find someone interesting to talk to."
Mac took a sip of her drink and watched them walk away. "I think you ticked her off. If you don't like her why don't you just say: Madison, you're evil incarnate, go away."
"I'm through purposefully ticking girls off," He shrugged, "I'm steadily losing ground in the dating department, between daddy dearest, my multiple arrests, my celebrity trials, and my general baggage. I've decided not to pull the pin on any more social hand grenades."
"Boo hoo." Weevil snorted, "poor rich little white boy, it must be so hard to get a date."
"Forget love, it's overrated. Why don't we have ourselves a nice game of poker? You'll be just as poor at the end but at least no one will rip out your heart, cut it to pieces, and stomp on it." Logan said, his eyes looking at something over Mac's left shoulder. Mac turned to see what he was looking at and saw Veronica and Piz standing next to the bar. It was too far a way to hear what they were saying but their body language was unhappy.
Mac turned back to Logan and raised her eyebrows, "Bitter much? I'm up for a game of cards. You'll have to remind me of the rules though. I haven't played in a while." At her words both Weevil and Logan gave her extremely suspicious looks.
"What?" Mac smiled at them innocently, "Would I lie to you?"
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Next - Chapter 5