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Title: Binge
Authors: lissa_bear and jewels667
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Characters: Veronica and Logan
Rating: PG13
Prompt: From azuremonkey: Logan, Drinking
People grow up and fall apart and shit happens, but Logan never expected that his world would be dwindled down to one girl. Lilly was dead and Duncan was long gone and his family story was a long cry from Leave It To Beavers-ville, so when he and Veronica got back together - or maybe it was after they broke up again, who was really keeping count these days? - they'd made a pact. No matter what, they'd always be friends. There would be no more insults and no more barbs, at least not ones that cut too deep. They were, after all, the last of the foursome and they'd decided that maybe that was something worth holding on to.
Veronica had held up her end of the bargain. She'd stuck with him through four stints in rehab, but as he pushed through the double doors, freshly sober (again), he couldn't help but wonder if she'd stuck it out through number five. His heart lifted a little when he saw the Le Baron parked by the curb a few feet from the front doors. Veronica had the top down, her hair up, and she was idly strumming her fingers against the steering wheel to the beat of some crap angry girl music. She reached for the knob and lowered the volume when she caught sight of him.
"What's with the surprised face?" she asked.
"I wasn't sure you'd be here," he shrugged, tossing his bags in the back seat and sliding in next to her.
"I promised, didn't I?"
Logan reached for the little lever underneath his seat and pulled, sliding the chair back to give himself more leg room. "So Mars, what's new?"
Veronica cast him a sideways glance as she pulled out into traffic. "Besides the extra 20 pounds you're currently sporting, not a damn thing. Jesus Logan, you got fat!"
"Wow Veronica! Way to make a guy feel great about his accomplishments! I'm fabulous, thanks for asking!"
Veronica shrugged, "You'd be doing a lot better if you laid off the jelly donuts and did a few sit ups."
"Thanks for the tip. You know, weight gain is very common when coming off of an addiction," he said, a little too defensively.
"Yeah, yeah. We've all heard the Nicole Richie story. So, I'm assuming you need a place to stay?"
"Yeah, if you think I'll fit on your couch."
"I don't know! It's an old couch, not very sturdy and not very wide, but we can give it a shot. And if all else fails, my apartment has a sturdy foundation. We can move some furniture around to make room on the floor."
They grinned stupidly at each other. "So, what do you wanna do now that your a free man?"
Logan gave her a lascivious grin and wiggled his eyebrows at her.
Veronica dissolved into a fit of laughter. "Sorry buddy, I don't sleep with fat people."
"Well, why don't you just dump me off at over-eaters anonymous and swing back around to pick me up in a couple of months. I'll be back on the hooch, but at least I'll be fuck-able."
"There's a McDonald's right next door to fat rehab! Don't think you're fooling me, mister! Why don't we go to Wendy's. I'll buy you a salad."
Logan had a salad with low-fat dressing for dinner and Veronica had a burger with bacon and cheese, because she's not a rabbit and she's not the one with the out of control love handles, thank you very much. Afterward they watched a Bruce Willis movie on HBO and Veronica brought out a pillow and blanket for Logan. She went to change and brush her teeth and when she came back out, he was curled up on the couch with his ass hanging off the edge.
Veronica heaved an exaggerated sigh of disgust. "I can't believe you really don't fit. Grab your pillow and head to my room, but keep your hands to yourself. This is a purely innocent sleeping arrangement. I'll look into a bigger couch tomorrow."
Logan stood up and threw his pillow at her.
As it turns out, Logan is the worst blanket hog who ever lived. Veronica wondered why she'd never noticed before, but then she remembered that he usually didn't stick to his side of the bed. She was cold and cranky and too lazy to get up and go to the hall closet for another blanket and she was just about to kick Logan in his big pillowy ass when she felt the bed shift and heard him pad out of the room.
She figured he was headed for the bathroom, but his footsteps went in the opposite direction, out of her room and towards the kitchen. She heard him rummaging in the cupboards and clanking glasses around. She did a mental run-through of the contents of her fridge and remembered a bottle of vodka stashed in the freezer. She cursed under her breath and hauled herself out of bed, ready to give Logan the thrashing of his life. Damned if she was picking him up from another stint in rehab, pact or no pact.
Veronica bounded down the hallway, full steam toward the kitchen. She angrily flipped on the lights as she stalked toward him. "Logan, if you think I'm going to keep doing this with you, you're off your rocker. Put down the damn glass of...." Veronica took a moment to stare at the contents of his glass. "...milk?"
Logan sat at the kitchen table, a full glass of smooth, white liquid clutched in his hand next to a stack of about 20 Oreo cookies. He looked guiltily toward the stack of cookies. "Want one?"
She pulled up a chair and eyed the cookie in his outstretched hand.
"What? You thought I was raiding your cabinets for cough syrup?"
"I thought you were raiding my freezer for vodka," she frowned. "And who keeps cough syrup in the kitchen, anyway?"
He shrugged and when she didn't reach for the Oreo, he stuffed it in his mouth. She got up to dump the liquor down the sink and when she turned back around, he was shoveling another cookie into his already full mouth.
"God Logan, chew! You're gonna choke on one of those things!"
He rolled his eyes and washed the cookies down with his glass of milk.
"You have any chocolate syrup?"
Veronica groaned and pulled a bottle of chocolate syrup out of the cupboard, "At this rate, you're never getting laid."
"Hey," he opened his arms wide, "more cushion for the pushin!"
Veronica rolled her eyes. Tomorrow, she was definitely stocking up on carrots and celery.
Authors: lissa_bear and jewels667
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Characters: Veronica and Logan
Rating: PG13
Prompt: From azuremonkey: Logan, Drinking
People grow up and fall apart and shit happens, but Logan never expected that his world would be dwindled down to one girl. Lilly was dead and Duncan was long gone and his family story was a long cry from Leave It To Beavers-ville, so when he and Veronica got back together - or maybe it was after they broke up again, who was really keeping count these days? - they'd made a pact. No matter what, they'd always be friends. There would be no more insults and no more barbs, at least not ones that cut too deep. They were, after all, the last of the foursome and they'd decided that maybe that was something worth holding on to.
Veronica had held up her end of the bargain. She'd stuck with him through four stints in rehab, but as he pushed through the double doors, freshly sober (again), he couldn't help but wonder if she'd stuck it out through number five. His heart lifted a little when he saw the Le Baron parked by the curb a few feet from the front doors. Veronica had the top down, her hair up, and she was idly strumming her fingers against the steering wheel to the beat of some crap angry girl music. She reached for the knob and lowered the volume when she caught sight of him.
"What's with the surprised face?" she asked.
"I wasn't sure you'd be here," he shrugged, tossing his bags in the back seat and sliding in next to her.
"I promised, didn't I?"
Logan reached for the little lever underneath his seat and pulled, sliding the chair back to give himself more leg room. "So Mars, what's new?"
Veronica cast him a sideways glance as she pulled out into traffic. "Besides the extra 20 pounds you're currently sporting, not a damn thing. Jesus Logan, you got fat!"
"Wow Veronica! Way to make a guy feel great about his accomplishments! I'm fabulous, thanks for asking!"
Veronica shrugged, "You'd be doing a lot better if you laid off the jelly donuts and did a few sit ups."
"Thanks for the tip. You know, weight gain is very common when coming off of an addiction," he said, a little too defensively.
"Yeah, yeah. We've all heard the Nicole Richie story. So, I'm assuming you need a place to stay?"
"Yeah, if you think I'll fit on your couch."
"I don't know! It's an old couch, not very sturdy and not very wide, but we can give it a shot. And if all else fails, my apartment has a sturdy foundation. We can move some furniture around to make room on the floor."
They grinned stupidly at each other. "So, what do you wanna do now that your a free man?"
Logan gave her a lascivious grin and wiggled his eyebrows at her.
Veronica dissolved into a fit of laughter. "Sorry buddy, I don't sleep with fat people."
"Well, why don't you just dump me off at over-eaters anonymous and swing back around to pick me up in a couple of months. I'll be back on the hooch, but at least I'll be fuck-able."
"There's a McDonald's right next door to fat rehab! Don't think you're fooling me, mister! Why don't we go to Wendy's. I'll buy you a salad."
Logan had a salad with low-fat dressing for dinner and Veronica had a burger with bacon and cheese, because she's not a rabbit and she's not the one with the out of control love handles, thank you very much. Afterward they watched a Bruce Willis movie on HBO and Veronica brought out a pillow and blanket for Logan. She went to change and brush her teeth and when she came back out, he was curled up on the couch with his ass hanging off the edge.
Veronica heaved an exaggerated sigh of disgust. "I can't believe you really don't fit. Grab your pillow and head to my room, but keep your hands to yourself. This is a purely innocent sleeping arrangement. I'll look into a bigger couch tomorrow."
Logan stood up and threw his pillow at her.
As it turns out, Logan is the worst blanket hog who ever lived. Veronica wondered why she'd never noticed before, but then she remembered that he usually didn't stick to his side of the bed. She was cold and cranky and too lazy to get up and go to the hall closet for another blanket and she was just about to kick Logan in his big pillowy ass when she felt the bed shift and heard him pad out of the room.
She figured he was headed for the bathroom, but his footsteps went in the opposite direction, out of her room and towards the kitchen. She heard him rummaging in the cupboards and clanking glasses around. She did a mental run-through of the contents of her fridge and remembered a bottle of vodka stashed in the freezer. She cursed under her breath and hauled herself out of bed, ready to give Logan the thrashing of his life. Damned if she was picking him up from another stint in rehab, pact or no pact.
Veronica bounded down the hallway, full steam toward the kitchen. She angrily flipped on the lights as she stalked toward him. "Logan, if you think I'm going to keep doing this with you, you're off your rocker. Put down the damn glass of...." Veronica took a moment to stare at the contents of his glass. "...milk?"
Logan sat at the kitchen table, a full glass of smooth, white liquid clutched in his hand next to a stack of about 20 Oreo cookies. He looked guiltily toward the stack of cookies. "Want one?"
She pulled up a chair and eyed the cookie in his outstretched hand.
"What? You thought I was raiding your cabinets for cough syrup?"
"I thought you were raiding my freezer for vodka," she frowned. "And who keeps cough syrup in the kitchen, anyway?"
He shrugged and when she didn't reach for the Oreo, he stuffed it in his mouth. She got up to dump the liquor down the sink and when she turned back around, he was shoveling another cookie into his already full mouth.
"God Logan, chew! You're gonna choke on one of those things!"
He rolled his eyes and washed the cookies down with his glass of milk.
"You have any chocolate syrup?"
Veronica groaned and pulled a bottle of chocolate syrup out of the cupboard, "At this rate, you're never getting laid."
"Hey," he opened his arms wide, "more cushion for the pushin!"
Veronica rolled her eyes. Tomorrow, she was definitely stocking up on carrots and celery.