Veronica rolled her eyes at Sam's joking about Dean being a good fit for Bella. Much as he found the girl obnoxious and incredibly self absorbed by someone who has no personality to speak of, she wouldn't wish Demon Dean on any girl at the moment. Regular Dean had issues, Demon Dean had subscriptions. It was a hot mess. "Yeah let's say 'hell no' to that all around," she said, though she laughed. It was good for Sam to joke, especially given she knew he was frustrated lately.
The joke about being attracted to sparklepires earned a snort from her. Okay, it wasn't ladylike, but there was NOTHING attractive about those Twilight vampires. Even the good ones made her want to strangle puppies. "Yeah, not to worry tree. I'd rather drown myself in the East River on trash day."
The newcomer had broken their cute banter bubble, and Veronica was none too happy. Even though the vampire seemed to just have mistaken Sam for someone else, Veronica's hackles were up and she was on high alert pretty quickly. A hand was inside her jacket, fingering the stake, though not sure if it was because she was worried she'd go all vamp on them or because she was worried she'd hit on her boyfriend. She decided not to answer that one.
The vampire girl put her hands in the air in mock surrender. "Okay okay, sheesh. Relax, sugar, no one's biting you here." Veronica stared icily at her back as she wandered away, finally moving her hand off her stake. She turned and looked up at him and gave him a stoney glare.