Could This Be Happening? Part 42
Title: Could This Be Happening? Part 42
Author: christykq
Rating: M for language and innuendos mostly, some sex
Characters/Pairings: LoVe, ensemble
Word Count: 5341
Spoilers: Begins with 3.05 and goes through S3.
Disclaimer: I own nothing in the VM universe, it all belongs to the master RT. I also do not earn a profit from any one of the many brand names named in my story and no copyright infringement is intended. Transcripts from Indigo Mantoya at twiztv dot com.
A/N: Character’s thoughts are italic.
Part 42
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[During 3.20 The Bitch Is Back]
[End of May 2007: 34 weeks pregnant]
Veronica is in Logan’s arms, enjoying the euphoria of afterglow when Logan breaks the silence. “Do you want to watch the video?”
“Huh?” Veronica opens her eyes and thinks about Logan’s question for a split second. “Um, I guess I should see what everyone is going to be talking about at school.”
“Our video is pretty lame, from the camera’s point-of-view but...” He exhales. “...I really feel bad for Parker.”
“Okay, well, I guess I should watch this video. Let’s go. Parker and Piz are going to need our help and we have finals to study for.” Veronica gets up from the bed and retrieves her robe from the closet. Logan stays in bed.
“Um, I don’t know if I should really... um... show my face around them today. I’m pissed at Piz. Who the fuck does he think he is taping his girlfriend without her knowing it. That’s fucked up.” Logan’s volume elevates as he talks, his anger simmering just below the surface.
“Come on, I’ll clean up your cuts.” Veronica says sympathetically.
Logan groans. “I hate getting my cuts cleaned.” He whimpers.
“Well, we need to get moving and go show our support for Parker, at least, and get to the bottom of this insanity.”
“Well... I guess...” Logan whines softly and crawls out of bed slowly.
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Before Logan viewed the video, Dick showed Mac and Mac raced to her roommate’s side for emotional support.
When Dick showed Logan the emailed video last night and Logan’s first instinct was to go beat the pulp out of Piz for making the video without Parker’s or his and Veronica’s knowledge. It was stupid, irrational and reactionary. By the time Logan returned to the house after Piz’s beat down and told Veronica about the video, it was well after midnight.
After Veronica watched the video, early this morning, she called Mac.
“Hey, how’s Parker doing?” Veronica asks with a soft tone.
“Not well. She hasn’t even seen the video yet and her cell is ringing off the hook. Mostly frat guys she met in the past year, wanting some Parker action.” Mac explains quietly.
Veronica sighs loudly. “Did you hear what Logan did, last night?”
“Dick told me he showed Logan the video and he stormed off out of the house in a frenzy. How bad is it?”
“Oh, I haven’t seen Piz yet but, if memory serves me right, when Logan takes his frustration out on someone’s face, it’s not pretty. I’ll be over to Benes Hall to see Parker soon. I think I need to talk to Piz too.”
“Okay.”
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Veronica knocks lightly on Mac and Parker’s dorm door and waits patiently for someone to answer. Logan is standing behind her with his head down, regretfully.
Mac opens the door a crack to peek out. “Hey.” She ushers Veronica and Logan into the room quickly and shuts the door.
Parker is under the covers, in her bed, hugging a stuffed animal and crying.
Veronica walks in the room and immediately goes to Parker’s side of the room and sits on the edge of her bed. She touches Parker’s arm softly. “Parker, can I get you anything?” Veronica whispers.
Parker nods no against her pillow and cries louder.
“Parker...” Veronica’s voice is serious. “Do you think Piz taped you? Do you think he would do something like that?”
“I don’t know.” Parker croaks and hides her face in her stuffed animal.
Logan goes over to Mac and hands her a disc. “Here’s a copy of the video, if Parker wants to see it.” He pauses. “Or destroy it.” His eyes never meet Mac’s. “Has she spoken to Piz yet?”
Mac takes the disc from Logan’s hand. “No.”
Logan doesn’t know where to look in the room and is obviously very uncomfortable. Mac notices his uneasiness and touches his forearm lightly, drawing his attention to her eyes. “I wanted to kill him when I found out too.” She says softly as her lip turns up ever so slightly. Logan exhales with a small amount of relief.
“How ‘bout I go pick up some ice cream? Would that help?” Veronica asks as she rubs Parker’s head and moves the hair out of her face in a very motherly way.
“If I get as big as a cow from the ice cream, everyone will probably stop calling me.” Parker says with teary eyes.
“We’ll get to the bottom of this, Parker, but, I’m afraid, this is going to get worse before it gets better.”
“You better get a lot of ice cream then.” Parker mumbles and hugs her stuffed dog tighter.
“You got it.” Veronica stands and joins Mac and Logan on Mac’s side of the room. “Logan, why don’t you go buy as many tubs of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream as you can find and I’m gonna go talk to Piz.”
Logan grateful for something to do, agrees and the Echolls leave Mac and Parker’s dorm room.
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Veronica knocks and steps back from the door to Piz and Wallace's dorm room, upset that neither is there. She hears Wallace's voice down the hall.
“Slowly, bro.” Wallace says as he helps Piz walk to their room.
Veronica looks up the corridor and gasps as Piz’s appearance. Wallace is holding up his roommate and Piz’s face is badly bruised and cut. Piz’s arm is holding his abdomen.
“You got to take it slow.” Wallace says as Veronica strides to help.
“How does walking make my ribs hurt?” Piz complains as he looks up and sees Veronica approaching with a look of compassion on her face.
“You should see the other guy. His hands, particularly, I… I tore those things up.” Piz jokes and winces at the pain.
The trio slowly move to the men’s dorm room and Veronica and Wallace place Piz gently on his bed. Veronica stands in front of Piz with her arms wrapped around her body as Wallace paces the room.
“Did you get my message? Logan will be paying for all your hospital bills.” Veronica pauses and analyzes the battered guy in front of her. “Why did you do this, Piz?”
“Huh. I didn’t do anything. Logan didn't really give me a reason. He sort of just burst into the deejay booth and started whaling on me.” Piz speaks softly, holding his side.
“He’s got bruised ribs. His eye's all jacked up.” Wallace yells.
“Not... not really helping.” Piz says, watching his roommate furiously pace their room.
“Look, you didn't lose a fight, Piz. It was a drive-by, man.” Wallace seethes.
“Wait! You don’t know about the video?” Veronica looks from Piz to Wallace and back again. Wallace stops pacing and stares at his best friend. Piz looks at Veronica blankly.
“Yeah, I’m on morphine. What?” Piz asks as he touches his cut lip.
“There’s a video going around. It was taken right here in this very room. It starts with Logan and I on your bed from the other day when you walked in on us.” Veronica pauses before dropping the bomb. “Our video is calm compared to the second part with you and Parker going to town.” Veronica watches Piz’s face pale and his mouth drop open.
Wallace is dumbfounded by this information.
She continues. “So, um, here's my question: Is this a thing you do that maybe you forgot to mention to Parker?”
Piz is horrified.
“Now is the time to come clean.” Veronica states flatly.
Piz stares at her astonished. “You really think I would do that?”
“Honestly, no, I don’t think you would do this but we need to find out exactly how this happened.” Veronica says in her professional tone.
“So there's an actual video. Well, where did Logan get it?” Piz asks as he looks at his hands.
“I was about to go have a talk with him anyway. So maybe I can get some answers.” Wallace heads for the door.
“Wallace.” Veronica yells.
Wallace turns back to the room. “Oh, we're having a conversation.”
“No, you’re not. I'll deal with him.” Veronica warns and Wallace concedes, unhappily.
“In the meantime, Wallace get a chair and look up there for a camera. There was no sound in the video, thank God, so you don’t have to look for a bug, just a camera.”
Wallace does as Veronica instructs, digging around dusty items on a shelf above the door and holds up the camera. “Tah-dah! We have a winner.” Wallace holds the camera in his fingertips for Piz and Veronica to see it before he hops down from the chair and hands the camera to Veronica.
“Oh look, there’s a serial number.” Veronica looks at Wallace with a glimmer in her eye that would make a man twice her size nervous.
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Logan dropped off the tubs of ice cream at Mac and Parker’s room and met Veronica at their car.
He opens the passenger door for her with a smile. She looks at Logan and sighs. “He’s having trouble breathing because of his ribs. He got five stitches over his eye.”
“Only five?” Logan says, his blood begins to boil again.
Veronica sits in the seat and makes herself comfortable as Logan walks around the front of the car and climbs in the driver’s side.
“You’re a lunatic.” Veronica says shaking her head.
Logan shrugs his shoulders and starts the car.
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Veronica sits on the sofa in the living room, studying as Logan makes her a sandwich. He hands her a plate filled to the brim with a sandwich, a pile of potato chips, a yogurt and apple slices.
She takes the plate from his hand and tosses a chip in her mouth. “Dick didn’t tell you where he got the video?”
Logan joins his wife on the sofa with his own plate of food. “No.”
“Is he home now?”
“I would imagine, Mac’s with Parker.”
“Right. Can you hand me my bag, over there, please?” Veronica asks with a head tilt.
Logan smiles, retrieves her bag and returns to his seat. “Here you go, Dear.”
Veronica dials Dick’s cell number.
“Hi Honey. What’s up?” Dick says happily.
“I was wondering where you got the video?”
“Why, you need some pointers, Ronnie?” Dick chuckles to himself. Veronica is silent.
“Someone emailed it to me.”
“Who?”
“I don’t know.” Dick shrugs.
“Get your computer and bring it over to the house?” Veronica demands.
“I probably deleted...”
“DICK!” Veronica yells into her phone, frustrated.
A few minutes later, Dick comes to the back door with his laptop in his hand.
Backup gets up from his place at Veronica’s feet and greets Dick with a growl and a sniff, satisfied with his investigation, he returns to his spot with a ‘thud’.
Dick comes into the living room and wiggles in between Veronica and Logan on the sofa with an exaggerated ass shimmy.
Veronica wrinkles her nose up and shuffles out of the way, sitting her notes and book on the coffee table.
Logan pushes Dick’s butt out of his face and slides to the end of the sofa. “Dude, if you fuckin’ fart, I’m gonna kick your ass.”
“One beat down in twenty-four hours isn’t enough for you, Fists-of-fury?” Dick snarks as he settles in the middle of the couple and boots his computer up, opening his email.
“That’s Mister Fists-of-fury to you, Jackass.” Logan responds.
Veronica shoves Dick out of her way and examines his inbox for the email with the video attachment. “Chip Diller? You didn’t know it was from Chip Diller?”
“Well, see how many emails I get?” Dick defends. “Dude, I saw that Piz guy today. That's one messed-up Mother Fucker.”
“I guess he didn't make the video.” Logan mutters.
“Whoops. Your bad. Still, it was a royal beat down. Sometimes a random ass kickin’ is a good thing. Keeps everyone else in line.” Dick smiles proud.
Veronica looks at his inbox and verifies that Dick does, indeed, receive a lot of emails. “You forwarded it to your whole address book?” She glares at Dick incredulously.
Logan rolls his eyes.
“It was instinct. I always forward porn.” He lowers his eyes. “When it's good.”
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“Hello, Piz.” Parker sniffs.
“Hi, Parker. I wanted to come to see you but I don’t think that’s such a good idea right now.” Piz whispers into the phone. He swallows and continues. “I want you to know I… I had no idea that camera was in our room. I did not put it there and neither did Wallace.” Piz pauses, catching his breath. “I… I don’t get my… um… kicks from filming my girlfriend… um… without her knowing about it.”
Parker sniffs but doesn’t say anything.
“Parker, I am truly sorry.” Piz sniffles and wipes tears away from his eyes. “I… I… I know… this is difficult… and I’m sorry.” Piz cries quietly for a moment.
Parker listens to her boyfriend crying on the phone and that makes her sob harder. “Piz.” She hiccups. “That… that video… destroyed me.” She sobs freely. “I can’t leave… my dorm room.” Parker blows her nose. “What am I supposed to do, Piz?” Her voice laced with anger.
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“Piz, I… I… I don’t think I can s-s-see you anymore.” She cries.
“No, don’t say that, Parker. Please.” Piz begs. “Please don’t say that.”
“I liked you, Piz, but I don’t know if I can ever look you in the eye again, even if you didn’t have anything to do with that fucking camera.”
“I’m sorry.” Piz sobs into the phone and hangs up.
Parker snaps her phone shut and sobs into her pillow.
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Veronica tapped the keys of her keyboard rapidly. “Come on, baby, tell me what I want to know.” She talks to her computer, willing it to perform efficiently.
A website pops up on her screen showing a list of characteristics describing the small spy camera found in Wallace and Piz’s room. Near the bottom of the list, an address and phone number of an online store is shown. Purchased at SpyWorld? Can you get anymore cliché?
Veronica reaches for her phone without taking her eyes off the computer screen. “Hey, Mac.”
“Hey.”
“Do you have a minute to get into a website for me and look through their files for receipts from April?”
“Sure.”
“I’m sending you the link right now. I need to know who bought this camera from this website. I’m adding the serial number of the camera to the email too.”
Logan walks through the room and hears Veronica’s end of the conversation.
“Okay. Give me a minute.” Mac says quickly and hangs up.
Veronica closes her phone and stretches to put her cell phone on the coffee table. She scoots to the edge of the sofa and pushes herself off the couch. I swear I’m installing a toilet right in the sofa the next kid I have.
“Shouldn’t you be studying?” Logan bellows from behind his desk in their home office.
“Yeah, I’ll get back to that as soon as Mac sends me the name of the person that purchased the mini camera.”
She returns from the restroom, settles in and adjusts the sofa cushions, making herself comfortable when her computer beeps, alerting her of a new email in her inbox. She smiles and opens the email from Mac. Damn, you’re good MacKenzie. “Lookey here, Mr. Gorya Sorokin used his Visa card to pay for a tiny, spy camera on April sixteenth.” Dumbass. You always use cash to cover your tracks. “Some people will never learn.” She mumbles.
Veronica prints out the receipt and sends Mac a thank you email.
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Logan and Veronica walk through the Hearst Food Court searching for a table. They hear whispers all around them and Veronica looks around to see nearly everyone is smirking and laughing at her and Logan.
Logan is noticing the same thing as he leans close to her and whispers in her ear. “Honey, I think we have a fan club.”
“There’s Chip.” She says over her shoulder toward Logan.
“Chip.” Veronica stands tall and prepares herself for a rude comment.
Chip is sitting with three frat brothers and looks up from his pizza.
Veronica looks over the other guys and back to Chip. “Moment of your time?”
“I'm kind of in the middle of something.” Chip taunts with a big grin.
Logan steps forward, standing just over Veronica’s shoulder and lowers his voice. “My wife asked for a moment of your time.” Logan leans on his hand on the table and clenches his jaw, getting right in Chip’s face. “Now, move your fuckin’ ass.”
“It’s a cluster of morons. Don’t worry. They’ll let you back in.” Veronica says humorlessly.
Chip chuckles nervously but doesn’t move from his spot.
“Could you put your head up your ass before they stuck the egg in there, or is this new?” Veronica says irritated.
“What do you want?” Chip’s demeanor changing from cocky to scared.
“Who sent you that video?” Logan asks with a low voice.
“Don’t know, don't care.” Chip makes an attempt to be nonchalant but he comes off more anxious.
Logan bends down further, getting in Chip’s personal space and grabs his shirt. “You don't care now. But holy shit, are you gonna care when Veronica starts to get her revenge on. You’ll be doing all sorts of caring.” Logan jerks upright, spins on her heel and walks off, tugging Veronica by the hand close behind.
Logan stops at a nearby table and pulls a chair out for Veronica. Before her butt hits the seat, Chip is standing at their table.
“Um, you weren’t really serious about getting your revenge on, were you?” Chip stutters.
“We’ll see, won’t we.” Veronica says with confidence.
“Gory Sorokin.” Chips whispers so softly, Veronica almost didn’t hear him. She and Logan share a glance and Chip is gone from the dining area.
“So, should I guess tonight the lady will be having… um… Italian?” Logan smirks.
“Oh yes. Either baked ziti or spaghetti carbonara, please.” She settles in her seat and opens a notebook to study while Logan buys dinner.
“Rich boy leave you all by your lonesome, little girl?” Weevil says over Veronica’s shoulder.
“Little girl? I guess you haven’t seen my latest film.” Veronica glances at Weevil. “Sit, my friend. Do you have something for me?” She looks at the overstuffed backpack Weevil has swung over his shoulder. “Studying for exams, I see.”
He places the bursting bag on the table carefully and unzips the main pocket a few inches, maneuvering the bag to uncover a small portion of the ID maker. “Most of the screws are stripped and here you can see some kind of a tool was used to force the box open.” Weevil looks at the tiny P.I. “Get one of your smart friends to open it up and see if it still works? Then I get dibs on it if it’s good.”
Veronica peers into Weevil’s eyes. “You gonna sell it or use it?”
Weevil shrugs. “I am out of a job.”
“I’ll see what I can do, but I get thirty percent of all profits.” Veronica eyes the ex-con.
“Ha! Ten.” Weevil scoffs.
“Twenty and I pay for the repairs.”
Weevil chuckles. “Ten, I won’t tell Logan.”
Veronica weighs her options. “Fifteen and I’ll tell Logan myself.”
“You’ll tell Logan what?” Logan says as he nears the table.
Weevil subtly slides the machine safely back into the backpack and sits it on the floor next to him.
Logan gives Veronica a ‘please explain’ look as he places two trays of food on the table.
She huffs and gives in. “Weevil and I think that maybe this third box may still work.”
Logan nods, processing this new information and looks at Weevil then Veronica with a smile. “I wouldn’t take anything less than twenty.”
Veronica bounces in her seat and shines a broad grin at Weevil.
Weevil moans as he rubs his forehead with the palm of his hand. “Fine. Twenty.”
“Deal.” Veronica chirps and winks at her husband.
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Veronica knocks on Gory’s dorm room door and waits impatiently, tapping her foot.
After a long moment, G opens the door with only a towel wrapped around his waist and turns to walk to his dresser.
He turns back to Veronica, standing in the hallway. “Are you coming in or what?”
She glances at Logan, leaning on the hallway wall, unseen by Gory and takes a deep breath. She enters the room and stays close to the door.
“I miss you Veronica, we haven’t seen much of each other since Las Vegas.” He laughs with arrogance. “Imagine my surprise to see you givin’ it up in Piz’s room.”
“Are you the one who planted the camera?” Veronica says with confidence.
“Does it really matter? What do you think you could do about it?” Gory laughs.
“I can make your life hell.” Veronica says in a low, threatening voice.
“I don't think you can, but whatever.” Gory shrugs and fiddles with his belongings on his dresser. “You and Logan’s tittie show was a bonus. But really Parker was the main attraction, doing what she does best...” Gory grins mischievously. “...and boy she did not disappoint. Did she?”
Gory turns to face her, taking the opportunity to drop his towel to the floor. Veronica rolls her eyes and looks away.
“If you have proof that I’m involved in some way, maybe you should get a lawyer. If you don't, maybe you should just stay and have a drink.” Gory steps closer to Veronica, making her feel very uncomfortable as he leans into her personal space. “Why don’t you stay for a while and I’ll show you what it’s like to be with a real man.”
Logan rolls his body around the corner and appears in the doorway. “Really?” Logan motions to his less than impressive penis. “A real man, Gory? I knew you were overcompensating for your…” He fake coughs. “…shortcomings, but... God damn...”
“What’s the matter, Logan? You scared I’ll put it to your wife?” Gory taunts as if Veronica isn’t in the room.
Logan shifts his weight and leans on his arm against a bookshelf to his right. He slowly slides his fingers around the edge and presses a bug on the inside of the bookshelf while Veronica distracts Gory.
“Why Piz’s room? Why not Parker’s room, if you wanted to get revenge on your ex-girlfriend?” Veronica asks.
“She never does anything in her room. We always came back here. I figured it was because of her nerdy roommate...” Gory’s voice fades. “…Piz fuckin’ owes me money.”
“Why no audio in the video?” Logan asks quietly, trying to incriminate Gory as much as possible.
“Glitch. Cheap ass cam-...” Gory stops realizing he said too much.
“Thanks for that, by the way, our video is so lame without sound. I’m a screamer.” Veronica says nonchalantly and walks out the door, brushing past Logan on the way, leaving Gory standing in his birthday suit with his jaw on the floor.
Logan shrugs. “That’s my girl.” He turns and leaves with a smirk.
In the hallway, Veronica checks the microphone in her cleavage and waits for Logan.
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“We got him!” Veronica yells to Logan in the kitchen from the living room sofa, pulling her earphones out of her ears. “He’s making plans for a sale.” She smiles. “He’s so fuckin’ stupid.”
Logan comes into the living room. “So, what are you going to do now?”
“I’m thinking the Sheriff’s department is going to get a little tip about a deal going down, along with our little confession and tape. He’s gonna down.” She beams.
“Do you really think that will put him away?”
“I think they’ll get him for possession and intent to distribute and that will be enough for jail time, hopefully.”
“Good, make sure you’re no where near this when the shit hits the fan.”
“Understood.” Veronica turns back to the computer.
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Veronica studies at her table while Logan buys her lasagna dinner from the Italian food counter in the Hearst Food Court.
Gory sits down in the chair next to her and moves in very close to Veronica, setting an electronic bug on her book. “I was hoping I'd see you. I didn't want to carry that around forever.” He eyes her chest before his eyes rise to her face. “You left it behind in my room. You know what?” He touches her face seductively with his hand and she flinches at his touch.
Logan walks up behind Gory and gently places his tray of food on the table. His hands ball into fists as he sees Gory touch his wife’s cheek.
Gory continues, unaware Logan is standing behind him. “I’m glad we caught you on hidden camera because you're a fucking whore.” Gory smirks.
Logan picks Gory up out of his chair by his shirt and throws him onto a nearby table. The table bends in two and Gory crashes to the ground with trays of food and drinks falling on him.
Parker stands quietly behind Veronica’s chair, unnoticed and watches the one-sided fight as Logan pummels her ex-boyfriend a few feet away.
Logan stands over Gory, balling his shirt in his hands and positioning him perfectly, hitting him across the face repeatedly. He lifts Gory off the floor, ducking a flailing punch or two and stands him up against a support pillar.
Logan punches Gory in his stomach, knocking the wind out of him and continuing his assault of uppercuts to his undefended abdomen.
Gory groans and aims a hit to Logan’s head but misses completely.
Logan ducks the wild fist and nails him in the face three or four more times.
Veronica sits in her seat, covering her face with her hands, peeking through her fingers as Logan gives Gory the beat down he deserves.
Gory falls to the floor in a battered heap and Logan finishes his attack with a solid kick to the drug dealer’s ribs, the sound of bones breaking echoes in the silent dining hall.
Parker steps closer to Gory’s form on the ground and flips Logan’s recently purchased tray of food on his chest then squats next to him. “You’ll be hearing from my lawyers, you fuckin’ weasel.”
Veronica stands awkwardly from her seat at the table and watches Parker throw the tray of food on her ex-boyfriend. She steps past Parker and bends down, as best she can, using Parker’s arm to aid her decent and pokes her taser into Gory’s side.
Gory wiggles on the ground, yelling for Veronica to stop.
She removes the taser from Gory’s body when she’s satisfied with the amount of pain he’s feeling. “That’s for undressing me with your eyes, every fuckin’ time you looked at me, you fuckin’ bastard.” Veronica smiles a big toothy grin. “Don’t even look in my direction, ever again or I won’t hesitate to use Mr. Sparky here, on you again. Got it?”
Gory nods an almost non-existent nod and Veronica climbs back to a standing position, with Parker’s help. The tiny blonde stands over Gory and pushes her chest out proudly, spits on Gory’s chest and speaks calmly. “Good.”
She winks in Parker’s direction as Logan wipes his bloody knuckles on his shirt and offers his hand to beautiful wife. She gathers her things and they exit the food court as if nothing has happened.
The entire food court is quiet and all eyes are on Logan and Veronica as they leave the building.
Outside the dining hall, Piz limps up the sidewalk as Veronica and Logan come out the door leading to the dining area.
Logan steps up to Piz, confidently and grabs him by the shoulders, looking deep into his eyes. Piz is taken back by this gesture and shutters with Logan’s hold.
“Piz, just who I was looking for. Listen, man. I am truly sorry... for everything.” He claps Piz on the upper arm, takes Veronica’s hand in his and they continue down the sidewalk, away from the Food Court.
Piz stands frozen in his spot.
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Veronica is finishing her cone of frozen yogurt as Logan wipes his mouth with a napkin, watching the Neptune residents walk by the bench they are currently occupying in front of Amy’s Ice Cream.
“I don’t know, Babe. It’s only two blocks but you shouldn’t be walking that much.”
“So, you want to get in the car and drive two freakin’ blocks to the polling center?” Veronica raises an eyebrow as she chews the last of her cone.
“It’s ridiculous, I know but it’s only for a few more weeks, Honey.” He glances at his wife. “You could be stuck on bed rest, which one to do you prefer?” He matches her raised eyebrow with one of his own.
“Okay. Fine. Let’s go vote.” Veronica pushes herself off the bench in a not-so-lady-like-way. “Do you think I can run the office by myself if Dad wins this time?”
“Absolutely. Why don’t you hire someone like Wallace to be your office bitch.”
“Wallace is leaving in four days for Africa.” She glances at Logan quickly then her eyes fall to the step off the curb in front of them. “Weevil needs a job.”
“Can I make him get me coffee when I come in to visit you?” Logan grins at the possibility, assisting his wife down the step.
“If you want to risk your coffee being spit in.”
“Good point. I’ll ask him for an unopened can of soda then.” Logan chuckles and opens her car door for his wife, helping her lower into the seat. “Hey, you know what I just realized? We’re sophomores now, not stupid, naïve freshmen.” He shuts the door and walks around the front of the car.
“That’s if you managed to pass all your classes.” She smirks at her husband.
He glances at his wife and starts the car. “Me? I passed every class, I think I even got an A in Business.” Logan smiles and backs the car out of it’s parking spot. “Sophomores, Baby, Sophomores.”
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“Hi Dad. I just did my civic duty.” Veronica smiles into the phone.
“Great. At least I’ll get two votes.” Keith jokes.
“I would guess eight or ten, guaranteed.” She laughs.
“Good. It’s funny, it seems an anonymous tip was called in this morning, leading to a pretty big drug bust on Hearst Campus today. Gory Sorokin, Dominic Desante and Andrew Barndale were arrested, you wouldn’t know anything about that would you?”
“Hmm. Sorry, I can’t recall the first half of my day. Sugar levels low or something, but have no fear, we just stopped at Amy’s so I can do long division again.”
“Your friend Piznarski was picked up too. He wasn’t the buyer but he was with the buyer and had some marijuana and drug paraphernalia on him.”
“Oh shit.” Veronica utters softly. God damn it, Piz. Can you be anymore stupid? Jesus. She rests her forehead on the palm of her hand.
“Does your sudden memory loss effect your recollection of a certain sex tape too?”
“What was that… Dad, you there… the lines breakin’ up… no signal… I can’t hear you…”
“That’s what I thought. Okay, Honey. Thanks for your vote. Let’s see if I can win it this time. Bye.” Keith hangs up.
“Bye.” Veronica disconnects her call.
Part 43