Veronica Mars is a marshmallow (ronmars) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-12-11 11:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, cinderella's prince, veronica mars |
Who: Cinderella’s Prince Tom and Veronica Mars
When: Before Thanksgiving
Where: Starting at Hers and Sharon’s place
What: A date
Rating/Warnings: Low/None
Status: Complete
Tom had a text conversation with Veronica. He asked her to make some time for him this evening, so he could take her out and show her around. She’d said she was new to the area, right? And she wanted to learn more about Orange County… who better to take her around than a native? One who knew the County intimately?
He headed to the door and knocked.
Sharon was sitting at the dining room table with a glass of Ginger Ale. She was flipping through a case file, not exactly reading, but not exactly sitting idle, either. She had her mind half-on what she was looking at.
At the sound of the knock, she sat up a little. “Not it!” But Veronica wasn’t in earshot. Where was her roommate? Getting ready for her date with Tom? Sharon stood from the table and moved to the doorway to open the door.
She broke into a grin at the sight of Tom standing there. “Hi.”
Tom was holding a bouquet of flowers, and was dressed nice. Business casual nice. Not black tie. He grinned softly at Sharon in the doorway. They’d been friendly since Vegas. And he knew that Sharon and Remy were close. Whatever that meant. “Is Veronica around?” Tom asked, feeling a bit like a fifteen year old showing up to take a date to the prom.
“No idea. Come on in.” Sharon replied, stepping aside to let Tom into the place.
After work Veronica decided to change before Tom showed up to take her, wherever the hell he was taking her. The majority of the time she saw him she was either in her work clothes. It would be nice to wear something a bit more casual.
After changing into jeans and a sweater she did a quick fix of her make up and ran a brush through her hair. She wasn’t exactly a girly girl, but that didn’t mean she didn’t care about her appearance at all. When she exited the bathroom she saw Tom in the living room (that doubled as her bedroom for the time being) with a bouquet of flowers and her best friend with a grin on her face.
“What’s with the flowers?” she asked not even bothering to cover her surprise. Really? Flowers? What the hell was that all about?
Sharon was almost snorting with laughter. Almost. She’d never imagined. Veronica wasn’t the kind of girl who got flowers. Not ever. Not really. Sharon, on the other hand? If Remy brought her flowers, she’d melt a little.
“Tom’s here. For your date.” Sharon said, giving Veronica a grin that only she would be able to understand. He’s a player, but you can be one, too. Actually, Sharon approved of the pairing. They could be good for one another.
“I thought you might like them?” Tom suggested, now feeling only slightly foolish. What kind of a girl didn’t like flowers? It was a thoughtful gesture, damnit. This night was starting off on the wrong foot.
Veronica couldn’t help that smirk on her face in response to the look Sharon gave her. She knew exactly what her friend meant, and if Tom was lucky she might just take Sharon’s advice.
“I think Sharon likes them,” she replied looking back over at her friend. “You want some flowers?”
Sharon grinned brightly. “They’re beautiful. Thank you.” She stepped over to Tom to accept the flowers from him. “Thanks, Tom.” She said, and went up on her toes to press a quick kiss against his cheek. Then she disappeared into the kitchen to put them in water.
Tom looked a little confused as to what was going on between the two women. Then again, he was always confused about the way women interacted with each other. As if they had telepathy. His flowers were going to sit and look pretty in Veronica’s place. That was the goal, and that’s what was going to happen, so win?
Tom gave a cheeky little grin at the kiss from Sharon, then turned to Veronica. “Ready?”
Flowers were definitely more of a Sharon thing. At least someone appreciated them, so Tom’s efforts didn’t totally go to waste. “Ready,” she replied grabbing her purse from where she had left it on the couch.
“I’ll be back later,” she called to Sharon as they exited the apartment, shutting the door behind her. “I wasn’t aware showing someone around town required flowers.”
“It’s part of the service.” Tom said. He led the way out of the front door and down the steps, then off to his car. It was a very expensive, very shiny, fast car. Two doors. “I’m a full service shower-arounder-towner.” He grinned at his own little joke, but in a playful way. He knew it was corny. Then he opened her door for her.
“World’s best pancake maker and a full service-shower-arounder-towner?” Veronica put on her best ‘amazed’ face. “You are just a man of many talents,” she quipped as she got into the car, not even bothering to hide the ‘what the fuck’ look on her face at the fact that he was actually holding the door open for her.
Tom laughed again, closing the door after her. Then he hopped around and climbed in himself, turned on the car, and pulled away from the curb. Seat belt on, of course. “So, is there anything that you really wanted to do?” He asked. He had plans, but wouldn’t ignore if there was something she was in the mood for.
“You are the one that texted me, remember? Besides how would I show you around town? Isn’t that your job?” There wasn’t really anything she particularly wanted to do. Her nights usually consisted of work or drinking. It was probably best to take a break from that, for at least one night.
“No no, I mean… is there any specific activity that you’re looking for?” Tom asked. “I could take you anywhere from go-cart racing to walks along the beach, and everything inbetween. I had something in mind, but… well, tonight’s your night. What do you want to do?”
“Walks along the beach?” she couldn’t help but laugh at that. It was something straight out of a dating site. “Go-cart racing would be fun though,” that was definitely more Veronica’s style. “But I am curious, what exactly did you have in mind?” Hopefully it wasn’t something cheesy.
“Ice skating.” Tom said. “There’s a rink not far from here that’s between ownership. I know the guy who’s buying it. The previous owner’s business went under, and the new owner’s setting it up. It’s been closed at night, and open to hockey practices during the day, or whatever. So we could have the rink to ourselves.”
Seriously, who was this guy. Was he seriously offering a private ice rink? “You want to go ice skating?” she didn’t even bother to hide the shock in her voice. “Tell me Tom, when you look at me, do I scream ice skating?” The blonde had never been ice skating before in her life. This was going to be interesting to say the least.
Tom laughed. “I don’t know. When I look at you?” He turned to glance at her as he drove--but he didn’t want to crash, obviously, so he didn’t stare--and shrugged his shoulders. “I see a mystery. I can’t figure you out.”
Not staring was good, he was driving after all. And being stared at was just slightly creepy anyways. “Nothing wrong with a little mystery,” she shrugged. Most people couldn’t figure her out and she liked it that way.
“No, I like it. But it makes me stupid,” Tom admitted, “and it makes me make a fool out of myself. Not that it’s a bad thing? It’s just… not what I’m used to.”
“Let me guess. Girls usually fall at your feet and swoon over flowers?” So not Veronica’s style. The girl had never swooned in her life.
“Not exactly, no.” Tom said with a little grin on his features. “But I don’t always have to fight for a girl’s attention like I feel I have to fight for yours.”
“Maybe you need a little variety in your life,” she shrugged turning her attention away from him and looking out the window. Soon enough they arrived at the ice rink. Veronica still couldn’t really believe she was actually going to go ice skating and have the rink to herself. Whose life was she living?
Tom simply agreed. “Maybe I do.” He couldn’t stop smirking. It was starting to hurt his cheeks, but the dimples were amazing.
They met Tom’s friend Jimmy at the front door. He was the guy who owned the place. They were doing a remodel, the place was insured, obviously, but not open to the public yet. He’d just purchased the thing, and was looking forward to the opening. So far it was only used for specific classes or hockey practices or whatever. Tom and Veronica had it to themselves, though Jimmy would be in the office. They had a couple hours before he was gonna lock up and head home.
Tom led the way in, grabbed some skates for the pair of them, helped get the laces tight, and together they went out onto the ice. Tom had played a lot of street hockey when he was a kid, so he was pretty amazing on the ice. He helped Veronica stay upright, skating backward to help her along.
It was actually a little eerie. No music, minimal lights, not another soul. Tom spoke loudly through the evening and cracked a lot of stupid jokes so the mood would stay light.
The night had actually been fun. Veronica wasn’t expecting that. Not that she didn’t have fun with Tom, but everything had been a little over the top. However he had kept the mood light and Veronica had only fallen a few times. All in all it was a success.
“You ready to get out of here?” Veronica asked sitting on one of the benches to remove her skates. “I have humiliated myself enough for one night.”
“Hey, you did fine.” Tom said, shucking his skates, too. Sure, she’d fallen a few times, and he’d done his best to help her out here and there whenever he could… he was also trying to impress her with his own mad skills. Because Tom never flipped off the trying to impress switch.
“You want me to take you home?” He asked, pulling on his shoes.
“Yeah. I think it’s time I called it a night,” Veronica replied pulling her boots back on. “Thanks for the ice skating,” she added. Even if it wasn’t exactly her thing, Veronica did have some manners.
It’d been fun for Tom. He still didn’t understand Veronica, though. She wasn’t like the girls he normally ran around with. Maybe that was a good thing? Or maybe it was just frustrating. Either way, he climbed up to head with her out to the car.