Peter Quill (betterthanhoff) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-03-12 09:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, peter quill (star-lord), veronica mars |
Who: Peter Quill and Veronica Mars
When: Backdated to February 2, 2019
Where: Veronica's office
What: Peter has a window to fix
Rating/Warnings: Low
Status: Complete
Peter made one more check of the window before stepping back, hands on his hips. “Yup. That’s a damn good window, if I do say so myself. Which I do.” He tapped on it and nodded. Just as he had thought, it had taken him about forty minutes from start to finish. It was a simple job, and made it even easier by the fact that Veronica had bought all the necessary materials.
If he kept going with this contactor/handman thing, he’d be making this request of all his customers. No one was going to argue with him about the wrong colour or the wrong flooring when they picked it themselves.
Well. He hoped not.
“You should probably think of some security, hey. ‘Cuz you’re a little too relaxed for this whole thing to really be the first time.”
While Pete worked on the window, Veronica had been doing some work of her own on her laptop. She looked up when Peter made his comment. “It’s a window,” she replied back with a smirk. Though she had to admit she was a bit impressed with how fast he had gotten it done. Veronica didn’t exactly want to be sitting around with a hole in her window for long.
“I have Backup,” of course she was talking about her dog. But Peter didn’t know that. Most people didn’t. That was the beauty of his name. Best dream gift she had ever gotten. “But even without it. I’m pretty good at handling myself.” Sort of had to be when you lived in Orange County. Although Veronica had always been good at taking care of herself even before all the crazy.
“But you’re like ..miniscule,” he said, shaking his head. Peter pulled a rag out of his back pocket and started brushing off the dust, cleaning up the area. “So yeah, you could handle maybe a penguin, but what if that penguin was packing?” And then he had to giggle a little at the thought of a penguin with an AK or an Uzi or something.
Putting his tools back in their tool box (and they were basically his at this point), he turned and looked at Veronica. “This place is crazy. It could happen.”
“Didn’t your mom ever teach you not to underestimate a small woman?” Granted the fact that people underestimated her was a pretty big asset in a fight. But that was beside the point.
“Oh god,” Veronica replied to his second comment. “Please don’t jinx us. The last thing this place needs is to be attacked by killer penguins,” a brief pause as she considered her words. “Though I guess it’s better than zombies.”
“Helluva a lot cuter.” He took a moment to actually look around and had to laugh to himself. “So tell me -- do all P.Is have the same decorator? You all seem to have the same vibe too. Lone wolf, tough as nails female, heart of gold, you know, all those tropes.” Peter smiled and put his hands up in front of him. “And hey, before you attack me on this, I am all for a strong, confident woman. I think there needs to be more of them. I’m totally a feminist. Equality for all.”
Veronica merely rose a brow as he spoke. Letting him dig himself into a hole. “Most feminists don’t need to announce it,” Veronica replied with a smirk. “Or comment on how strong and confident a woman is,” she went. “Tip for the next strong, confident woman you meet,” she added with a smirk. “You meet a lot of women PIs?” There was only one other one that Veronica new of, Jessica Jones. She certainly fit the lone wolf description, more so than Veronica did.
“Just the one,” Peter admitted without thinking. He probably shouldn’t have said that or his earlier statements. It was a problem he had, speaking without thinking but he wasn’t going to change that now. He hadn’t in 35 years anyways. “But she’s badass enough that I think all female PIs must be.”
Clearing his throat, he hitched his pants up a little. All this work and exercise was doing wonders for his waistline. “You got anything else you want me to do while I’m here? I charge by the hour and you’ve got about 20 minutes left here,” he teased.
“You mean the two,” Veronica corrected since she was clearly the second female PI he had met. And she was going to go out on a limb and guess who the first was. “I take it you’re talking about Jessica?” she asked. Not only because Jessica was the only other PI Veronica really knew about, but she also fit the description pretty well.
“Well if I have another twenty minutes,” Veronica replied handing him a stack of papers. “You could always file these.”
“Yeah, Jessica,” he answered, automatically reaching for the papers. When he realized what he’d done, Peter made a face and was about to protest until a name caught his eye. With a laugh, he leaned against the filing cabinet he was supposed to open and shook his head.
“Okay, I want to know -- who the hell names their kid Sapphire Stone and doesn’t expect them to be a stripper? Please tell me she’s a stripper. And like a really trashy stripper. Oh! And does she have a sister named Topaz? Garnet? Diamond? Beryllium?” He didn’t know if the last one was a stone, but it was a funny word too.
Maybe Veronica shouldn’t have handed off the files to Peter. She didn’t actually think he was going to file them. Luckily there wasn’t any information on there that was too secretive. Yeah she shouldn’t exactly be sharing her client’s names. But at least the was nothing about the actual cases.
“Insurance agent, actually.” Veronica replied. Though she had to admit she thought the same thing. “Though I’m sure if you go to a strip club you’re bound to meet a Diamond and a Sapphire. Hell maybe even a Beryllium too.”
“Lady, the kind of strip clubs I can afford, I’d be lucky to find a Pebble or a Penny.” Opening the filing cabinet, he put the invoices away and grinned, shaking his head. “All jokes aside, your job seems cool. Just ..do what you want, take the cases that are interesting, stake outs...is it like the movies? It always seemed so cool in the movies, eating junk, using big-ass binoculars, chillaxing in your car. Oh! And good tunes.” Obviously the most important part of any lengthy time in a car. Crossing his arms, he leaned against the filing cabinet again. “Or are you going to pop my dreams and tell me it’s super fucking boring.”
Veronica pondered the question for a second. Stake outs were pretty fucking boring. All you did was sit and wait for some asshole to stick a dick in someone that wasn’t his wife. At least that was the majority of it. Sometimes she got some good cases. But for the most part her job entailed catching a lot of cheaters. However, she wasn’t about to pop Peter’s bubble. Not just yet at least. “Why don’t you join me on my next stake out and find out for yourself?”
Peter’s eyes brightened and he perked up. “Really??” That was super cool, and not expected at all. He opened the filing cabinet and threw the papers in, smiling widely. “That would be so awesome. I would love that. I could even bring the music, because all stake-outs need decent tunes.” This was a Fact. Peter would not think otherwise. “Just let me know, and I’ll be there.”
“You do know part of the point of a stake out is not to be seen or heard, right?” Veronica replied. From the way Peter was talking about music she had a feeling he liked to crank it way up. “I’ll keep you posted.”