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jesterladyficPrologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Dexter: You look beautiful, Red. Come on in.
Tracy: Why?
Dexter: No particular reason. A drink, maybe?
Tracy: I don't drink.
Dexter: That's right, I forgot.
Tracy: I haven't.
Veronica didn't really know where she was going. She felt the urge to talk to Wallace and tried his cell phone. He wasn't answering, but she vaguely recalled something about him going to some party tonight. She didn't really feel like going to a party, or maybe she did, but what she really wanted was to talk to Wallace.
When she got to the frat house, she was almost beginning to regret her decision, but everything that had been smoldering in her all day, erupted into flame. She was just going to see Wallace.
A drink did sound nice right about now, so she used one of her coasters. Never again would she just drink something without being sure what was in it. The beer burned on the way down, but it felt better than the hurtful words she'd been hearing. Idly, she supposed she should eat something, so she grabbed at chips in bowls as she passed them, taking another beer on her way.
There was no sign of Wallace and Veronica was on her third beer, still meticulously using her coaster. She spotted some acquaintances and headed toward them.
“Hey!” she yelled over the music. “Any of you seen Wallace?”
“Yeah, just awhile ago. He was outside,” said a girl whose name was probably Sheila. “Great party, huh?”
“I actually like this song,” Veronica said back, starting to loosen up enough to sway.
“What's your name again,” asked the Sheila girl.
“Veronica. I'm friends with Wallace! Have you seen him?”
“Outside, I think,” was the answer given with a knowing grin.
“I'm going to find my friend Wallace,” Veronica said, definitely dancing as she headed outside and grabbed another beer.
“You do that, honey.”
Veronica felt happier when she got outside. Here it wasn't as warm and no one was having an affair or telling her she was like some stuck up actress. And there was more alcohol out here.
But no Wallace. Veronica's mouth turned upside down a little, but then the music changed and she forgot about him.
“I love this song,” she yelled to no one in particular and made her way down to where some people were dancing. They welcomed her eagerly into their little group and Veronica danced as she hadn't since Lilly died. This was a much better way of spending her night.
Pretty soon, the people she was dancing with began to feel like family and Veronica started to regret all the time she'd wasted with other people in her life.
But she was tired, so she left them and found some more beer. She passed some people she knew by sight and threw her arms around them affectionately.
“Aren't you glad you're here?” she asked.
“Even gladder you are,” one of the guys said.
His name was Stuart, no Brian, no, McFadden, no, that was a last name.
“Why is your last name your first name?” she asked him.
He grinned and put his arm around her.
“Weird parents, baby. My name's James.”
“I liked what you said in Intro to Criminal Psych about the poss-possi, that word, of...well, you said it, anyway.”
“I sure did,” he said. “Veronica, meet the gang.”
“Hi, gang,” she said exuberantly, flinging some of the contents of her cup onto the lawn behind her.
“You here alone?” James asked.
“I came to find Wallace,” she said, then leaned in closer. “Wallace is a basketball player and he is my very best friend.”
“Is he?”
“Yes, posit-pos, that word.”
“You want some help looking for him?”
“Yes! Yes, that would be wonderful.”
“Then let's go.”
Veronica led the way back toward the dance floor, where she promptly forgot about Wallace and danced with James.
“You're quite a girl,” he said admiringly.
“Only on the occasional case,” she said.
“I've heard talk about you,” he said. “I've seen what you can do. You're a hellcat.”
“Hell is bad,” she said solemnly.
“Your flames are good, baby,” he said. “You're fiery and good.”
For some reason those nonsensical words were exactly what Veronica needed to hear and she might have wiped away a tear before continuing to dance.
***
Logan didn't want to go out tonight. He'd been behind in his schoolwork and seeing Veronica today hadn't helped his state of mind. But Dick had called him, dead drunk, and Logan was too impressed that his friend hadn’t tried to drive to be mad at him. So, he went to the frat house and set about finding Dick.
He found him slumped over a drink in the backyard while an equally drunk brunette made cooing noises over him.
“Come on, pal,” he said, putting his arm under Dick's shoulder.
“Is it time to go?” Dick asked.
“Yup, time to go. Come on.”
“Okay,” Dick agreed limply and staggered to his feet with Logan's help.
Logan almost dropped him when he looked across the dance floor and saw Veronica wildly dancing while the crowd cheered her on.
“Dude, what gives?”
“That's Veronica.”
“Yeah, she's been doing that all night. I guess that something decided to fall out of her ass. Even came onto me.”
“I'll bet.”
Logan was sarcastic as hell, but somehow the sight of her was enough to make him think that he was projecting his reality onto the world. It just could not be.
“Can we go now or are you gonna get her autograph?”
Logan nodded and got Dick to the car, took the keys, locked the doors and headed back in. He was hoping Dick was too drunk to figure out the child locks.
When he got back to the dance floor, he noticed the crowd had thinned, but Veronica's enthusiasm hadn't.
He stood there, a slight smile on his face, but he was worried. This wasn't good.
She spotted him and immediately stiffened, that something Dick talked about, crawling right back up her ass.
“Hello, Looogan,” she drawled and then sauntered towards him. “Still high and mighty?”
“Always a little patience,” he said, knowing she wouldn't understand.
She looked at him and she was probably more real in that moment than he'd seen her since before Lilly died.
“Don't I look like I'm having fun?”
“That's what worries me,” he said.
“James here is very...accommodating.”
“Also respectful, I hope,” Logan said, staring hard at the James in question. “And what about dear John?”
“John is very proper,” she said and giggled slightly. “But Cindi definitely had it right when...” and she was off, singing Girls Just Wanna Have Fun and Logan had to keep himself from laughing.
“You her boyfriend?” James asked, drunk himself.
“Ex,” Logan said. “But only in name, so you keep your hands to yourself because she does have a boyfriend.”
“Just having fun, mate.”
Logan turned to go, not seeing the video camera set high in the trees. He couldn't leave her here like this. Who to call? Keith was out of the question.
Logan luckily got Wallace on the phone.
“Veronica's not exactly herself,” he said. “Where are you at?”
Wallace named the frat house Logan was currently standing by.
“She's here too. Come out to the dance floor.”
Logan snapped his phone shut and was soon joined by Wallace who stared open-mouthed for a minute or two.
“Fun, isn't it?” Logan asked.
“I've got no words.”
“She can't stay here, have you been drinking?”
“Definitely not as much as she has.”
“Get her and I'll take you all home,” Logan said, sighing. “She won't go with me, but maybe she'll come if you're there.”
He watched Wallace go over to her and be greeted enthusiastically. Apparently, Veronica didn't want to say goodnight, because she wrapped her arms around the neck of her current beau and they started to make out. Wallace grabbed her arm and firmly started to pull her away, but she obviously insisted on bringing James with her.
“Oh, it's a full house, is it?” Logan asked dryly, but led the way to his car. “Hop in.”
Thankfully, Dick hadn't thrown up.
“I don't wanna go in the yellow beast,” Veronica said. “It's thoroughly revolting.”
“My, you get posh when you're drunk,” Logan said over his shoulder. “In.”
Veronica gave him a dirty look and acquiesced. Wallace managed to sit in between her and James.
Logan dropped James off first. Veronica yelled goodbye in quite loud tones and then seemed to get sleepy, falling asleep on Wallace's shoulder.
“Is this going to be a problem?” Logan asked.
“James is a good guy,” Wallace said. “He won't make a fuss.”
“Will Veronica?” Logan wondered out loud and then winced at the sight of Dick's drool all over his side door.
“James says I'm, says I'm, fiery,” Veronica said and hiccoughed.
“And what of the erstwhile John?” Logan asked.
“John's lovely,” Veronica sighed. “So are you, Wallace-wally.”
“I'm hoping for a blank on this night,” Wallace sighed, leaning his head back.
“And what am I?” Logan asked Veronica.
“You're Aladdin,” she said, her voice fading as she dropped back to sleep. “Just ask the tiger voice.”
Logan wondered if he was going to have to go home and watch a kid's movie now. But he got her and Wallace safely home and then proceeded to do the same with Dick, wondering what the outcome was going to be.
Mike: You're wonderful. There's a magnificence in you, Tracy.
Tracy: Now, I'm getting self-conscious. It's funny. I-Mike? Let's...
Mike: Yeah?
Tracy: I don't know - go up I guess, it's late.
Mike: A magnificence that comes out of your eyes and your voice and the way you stand there and the way you walk. You're lit from within, Tracy. You've got fires banked down in you. Hearth fires and holocausts.
Tracy: I don't seem to you made of bronze?
Mike: No, you're made out of flesh and blood. That's the blank, unholy surprise of it. Why, you're the golden girl, Tracy, full of life and warmth and delight. Well, what goes on? You've got tears in your eyes.
LJ Master Post
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Dexter: You look beautiful, Red. Come on in.
Tracy: Why?
Dexter: No particular reason. A drink, maybe?
Tracy: I don't drink.
Dexter: That's right, I forgot.
Tracy: I haven't.
Veronica didn't really know where she was going. She felt the urge to talk to Wallace and tried his cell phone. He wasn't answering, but she vaguely recalled something about him going to some party tonight. She didn't really feel like going to a party, or maybe she did, but what she really wanted was to talk to Wallace.
When she got to the frat house, she was almost beginning to regret her decision, but everything that had been smoldering in her all day, erupted into flame. She was just going to see Wallace.
A drink did sound nice right about now, so she used one of her coasters. Never again would she just drink something without being sure what was in it. The beer burned on the way down, but it felt better than the hurtful words she'd been hearing. Idly, she supposed she should eat something, so she grabbed at chips in bowls as she passed them, taking another beer on her way.
There was no sign of Wallace and Veronica was on her third beer, still meticulously using her coaster. She spotted some acquaintances and headed toward them.
“Hey!” she yelled over the music. “Any of you seen Wallace?”
“Yeah, just awhile ago. He was outside,” said a girl whose name was probably Sheila. “Great party, huh?”
“I actually like this song,” Veronica said back, starting to loosen up enough to sway.
“What's your name again,” asked the Sheila girl.
“Veronica. I'm friends with Wallace! Have you seen him?”
“Outside, I think,” was the answer given with a knowing grin.
“I'm going to find my friend Wallace,” Veronica said, definitely dancing as she headed outside and grabbed another beer.
“You do that, honey.”
Veronica felt happier when she got outside. Here it wasn't as warm and no one was having an affair or telling her she was like some stuck up actress. And there was more alcohol out here.
But no Wallace. Veronica's mouth turned upside down a little, but then the music changed and she forgot about him.
“I love this song,” she yelled to no one in particular and made her way down to where some people were dancing. They welcomed her eagerly into their little group and Veronica danced as she hadn't since Lilly died. This was a much better way of spending her night.
Pretty soon, the people she was dancing with began to feel like family and Veronica started to regret all the time she'd wasted with other people in her life.
But she was tired, so she left them and found some more beer. She passed some people she knew by sight and threw her arms around them affectionately.
“Aren't you glad you're here?” she asked.
“Even gladder you are,” one of the guys said.
His name was Stuart, no Brian, no, McFadden, no, that was a last name.
“Why is your last name your first name?” she asked him.
He grinned and put his arm around her.
“Weird parents, baby. My name's James.”
“I liked what you said in Intro to Criminal Psych about the poss-possi, that word, of...well, you said it, anyway.”
“I sure did,” he said. “Veronica, meet the gang.”
“Hi, gang,” she said exuberantly, flinging some of the contents of her cup onto the lawn behind her.
“You here alone?” James asked.
“I came to find Wallace,” she said, then leaned in closer. “Wallace is a basketball player and he is my very best friend.”
“Is he?”
“Yes, posit-pos, that word.”
“You want some help looking for him?”
“Yes! Yes, that would be wonderful.”
“Then let's go.”
Veronica led the way back toward the dance floor, where she promptly forgot about Wallace and danced with James.
“You're quite a girl,” he said admiringly.
“Only on the occasional case,” she said.
“I've heard talk about you,” he said. “I've seen what you can do. You're a hellcat.”
“Hell is bad,” she said solemnly.
“Your flames are good, baby,” he said. “You're fiery and good.”
For some reason those nonsensical words were exactly what Veronica needed to hear and she might have wiped away a tear before continuing to dance.
***
Logan didn't want to go out tonight. He'd been behind in his schoolwork and seeing Veronica today hadn't helped his state of mind. But Dick had called him, dead drunk, and Logan was too impressed that his friend hadn’t tried to drive to be mad at him. So, he went to the frat house and set about finding Dick.
He found him slumped over a drink in the backyard while an equally drunk brunette made cooing noises over him.
“Come on, pal,” he said, putting his arm under Dick's shoulder.
“Is it time to go?” Dick asked.
“Yup, time to go. Come on.”
“Okay,” Dick agreed limply and staggered to his feet with Logan's help.
Logan almost dropped him when he looked across the dance floor and saw Veronica wildly dancing while the crowd cheered her on.
“Dude, what gives?”
“That's Veronica.”
“Yeah, she's been doing that all night. I guess that something decided to fall out of her ass. Even came onto me.”
“I'll bet.”
Logan was sarcastic as hell, but somehow the sight of her was enough to make him think that he was projecting his reality onto the world. It just could not be.
“Can we go now or are you gonna get her autograph?”
Logan nodded and got Dick to the car, took the keys, locked the doors and headed back in. He was hoping Dick was too drunk to figure out the child locks.
When he got back to the dance floor, he noticed the crowd had thinned, but Veronica's enthusiasm hadn't.
He stood there, a slight smile on his face, but he was worried. This wasn't good.
She spotted him and immediately stiffened, that something Dick talked about, crawling right back up her ass.
“Hello, Looogan,” she drawled and then sauntered towards him. “Still high and mighty?”
“Always a little patience,” he said, knowing she wouldn't understand.
She looked at him and she was probably more real in that moment than he'd seen her since before Lilly died.
“Don't I look like I'm having fun?”
“That's what worries me,” he said.
“James here is very...accommodating.”
“Also respectful, I hope,” Logan said, staring hard at the James in question. “And what about dear John?”
“John is very proper,” she said and giggled slightly. “But Cindi definitely had it right when...” and she was off, singing Girls Just Wanna Have Fun and Logan had to keep himself from laughing.
“You her boyfriend?” James asked, drunk himself.
“Ex,” Logan said. “But only in name, so you keep your hands to yourself because she does have a boyfriend.”
“Just having fun, mate.”
Logan turned to go, not seeing the video camera set high in the trees. He couldn't leave her here like this. Who to call? Keith was out of the question.
Logan luckily got Wallace on the phone.
“Veronica's not exactly herself,” he said. “Where are you at?”
Wallace named the frat house Logan was currently standing by.
“She's here too. Come out to the dance floor.”
Logan snapped his phone shut and was soon joined by Wallace who stared open-mouthed for a minute or two.
“Fun, isn't it?” Logan asked.
“I've got no words.”
“She can't stay here, have you been drinking?”
“Definitely not as much as she has.”
“Get her and I'll take you all home,” Logan said, sighing. “She won't go with me, but maybe she'll come if you're there.”
He watched Wallace go over to her and be greeted enthusiastically. Apparently, Veronica didn't want to say goodnight, because she wrapped her arms around the neck of her current beau and they started to make out. Wallace grabbed her arm and firmly started to pull her away, but she obviously insisted on bringing James with her.
“Oh, it's a full house, is it?” Logan asked dryly, but led the way to his car. “Hop in.”
Thankfully, Dick hadn't thrown up.
“I don't wanna go in the yellow beast,” Veronica said. “It's thoroughly revolting.”
“My, you get posh when you're drunk,” Logan said over his shoulder. “In.”
Veronica gave him a dirty look and acquiesced. Wallace managed to sit in between her and James.
Logan dropped James off first. Veronica yelled goodbye in quite loud tones and then seemed to get sleepy, falling asleep on Wallace's shoulder.
“Is this going to be a problem?” Logan asked.
“James is a good guy,” Wallace said. “He won't make a fuss.”
“Will Veronica?” Logan wondered out loud and then winced at the sight of Dick's drool all over his side door.
“James says I'm, says I'm, fiery,” Veronica said and hiccoughed.
“And what of the erstwhile John?” Logan asked.
“John's lovely,” Veronica sighed. “So are you, Wallace-wally.”
“I'm hoping for a blank on this night,” Wallace sighed, leaning his head back.
“And what am I?” Logan asked Veronica.
“You're Aladdin,” she said, her voice fading as she dropped back to sleep. “Just ask the tiger voice.”
Logan wondered if he was going to have to go home and watch a kid's movie now. But he got her and Wallace safely home and then proceeded to do the same with Dick, wondering what the outcome was going to be.
Mike: You're wonderful. There's a magnificence in you, Tracy.
Tracy: Now, I'm getting self-conscious. It's funny. I-Mike? Let's...
Mike: Yeah?
Tracy: I don't know - go up I guess, it's late.
Mike: A magnificence that comes out of your eyes and your voice and the way you stand there and the way you walk. You're lit from within, Tracy. You've got fires banked down in you. Hearth fires and holocausts.
Tracy: I don't seem to you made of bronze?
Mike: No, you're made out of flesh and blood. That's the blank, unholy surprise of it. Why, you're the golden girl, Tracy, full of life and warmth and delight. Well, what goes on? You've got tears in your eyes.
LJ Master Post
