Leon Orcot (under_arrest) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-06-16 19:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, leon orcot, veronica mars |
Who: Leon Orcot, Veronica Mars, and Backup
Where: Veronica's Apartment
When: Couple days after Leon gets out of the hospital/Shortly before Veronica goes to Reno
What: Leon brings over beer as a thank you.
Warnings/Rating: Low/None
Status: Complete
The past week had been chaotic to say the least. Actually since Pete died, so maybe a little over a week. Veronica couldn’t seem to catch a break. After losing the beloved dog, one of her friends had been shot, and then there was the whole mess with her mother. At least now Veronica knew where her mom was. It was just a matter of going there and saying her peace.
She was in the middle of packing when she heard Backup begin to bark. Strange. He didn’t do that often. He was a fairly well behaved dog. Luckily he had shown up already trained. Thanks dreams. “Backup! Quiet!” she called from her bedroom. They were in an apartment after all, she didn’t need any complaints from the neighbors. Just when he settled down there was a knock on the door. Being the only one home, of course Veronica went to go answer it.
“Hey,” Veronica greeted as she opened the door finding Leon outside. “Glad you aren’t dead.”
Getting shot sucked, and while he was able to move a little easier than he had before, it still kind of sucked walking. It sucked walking even more with a case of beer, but he was pretty sure getting to sit down and enjoy a cold one after all of this would make it worth it. As he approached the door, he could hear someone yelling rather distinctly about someone approaching. It wasn’t Logan’s voice, and Leon wondered briefly if there wasn’t some sort of party going on and some drunk asshole was getting too loud.
“Me too,” Leon said. “I uh, didn’t realize you’d have people over.”
Veronica furrowed her brow, “there’s no one here. Just me,” that caused a small whine from her dog. “And Backup,” she added with a laugh. “Come in,” she stepped aside to allow him access into the apartment, eyes falling on the case of beer he was carrying. “Stay as long as you like,” she smirked leading them over to the couch. “Wait, should you be carrying that? Or even drinking? I don’t know that protocol for gunshot wound recovery.”
“I could have sworn I heard someone yelling in here,” Leon said, and then gave a very suspicious look to Backup. But no, that was crazy. He might have been able to admit that there might be something to the dreams after all - it was kind of hard to not after he had been shot - but he was not going to start believing in fucking talking dogs. No way, no how. Just because D maybe could talk to animals in his dreams didn’t mean Leon could, though he was getting a rather strong sense of deja-vu to one of his dreams.
“Carrying this was kind of a pain, but it’s not so bad. And drinking’s a-okay.” At least, he assumed it was. He hadn’t really asked them. He eased himself onto the couch, and grabbed a couple of bottles of beer from the case, popped the caps off, and offered on to Veronica.
Of course Veronica caught the look he gave her dog. Those sleuthing skills from her dreams were seeping into her real life. Weird, but she didn’t mind it. Helped with her job too, honestly. Made it easier to tell if a client was lying to her or not. “Maybe it was the neighbors,” she shrugged plopping down on the couch.
She should have offered to carry the beer inside. Good job, Veronica. Real polite. Oh well. Too late now. “If you say so,” she’d take his word for it. Not like she had much experience in this department. Lucky for her in all the years her father had been a sheriff he had never been shot. “Thanks,” she accepted the beer from him taking the beer from him. “To you not dying,” she smirked holding her bottle up in a mock toast before taking a nice long gulp. “So, really, what’s the occasion?”
“It must have been the neighbours,” Leon agreed, ignoring the fact that he had been pretty sure it had come from Veronica’s apartment. “To not dying,” he said, raising his bottle in the same. “I think that seems like a good enough reason to me. But really, I wanted to thank you for letting Chris stay with you guys while I was laid up. I know you never signed up to watch him.” He knew Chris had slept there a couple of times while he had been working overtime trying to figure out the string of murders before Leon had been shot, but Leon had always come to pick him up to take him home at some point. It was definitely different than Chris staying with them for almost a week, and it wasn’t entirely fair to Veronica that she had to deal with that because her roommate had offered to watch the boy. He was a good kid - one of the most well behaved children Leon had ever met (and he was pretty sure he wasn’t just saying that because he was his older brother), but he was still just an eight-year-old. One who was kind of a crybaby, and that probably hadn’t been much improved by Pete’s passing.
That was definitely a good enough reason for her, but that seemed more like something she should bring the beer for. She probably would have too, eventually, once all the crap with her mom was taken care of. “Don’t worry about it. You were shot,” or dream shot. Whatever. It still put him in the hospital for days. “That least I could do was let your brother stay here. Besides Sharon did most of the whole looking after him thing,” Veronica could look after her dog no problem. But a kid? That was a different story. She had no clue what she was going to do once Sharon popped out the baby. “I stayed a Logan’s most nights anyway,” another gulp of beer. “He’s a good kid. Best one that’s ever slept on my couch,” because there were oh so many.
Leon cracked a grin. “Oh? Lots of kids coming through here?” he asked, apparently on the same wavelength as Veronica. “And, well, I thought it’d be nice to have a couple drinks with you. We don’t really spend much time together, even with the amount of time I spend here.” Leon didn’t make, or keep, friends very easily, but he liked Veronica. “I’m glad he didn’t give you any trouble though.”
“Oh yeah, didn’t you know? Sharon and I are quite the nannies,” it was all Veronica could do to not burst out laughing at that statement. She really had no clue what she was going to do once Sharon popped out Viv. “That’s because you’re always here to see Sharon,” not that she minded. Leon had always been closer with Sharon and Logan which made sense considering they shared the whole cop thing. Well not so much with Sharon anymore, but still. And like Leon, Veronica wasn’t all that good at making friends herself, she could be.. prickly, but deep down she was just a marshmallow. “But you know, you aren’t so bad. Especially if you bring beer. We should change that.”
Leon couldn’t help but snort a little at the nanny comment. It really was a weird thought, but it brought to mind about the fact that Viv really was on the way. As excited as Leon was about the baby, he knew that taking care of her and Chris would probably be too much. He’d have to find someone else to watch the kid, which was a bummer since Chris loved Sharon.
“You’re not so bad yourself, Veronica Mars,” Leon said, smiling. “We should definitely change that. It’s always nice to have someone to drink with.”
“I’ve been told,” another smirk before she finished off her beer, setting the empty bottle down on the coffee table. Backup walked up to give it a sniff but decided it wasn’t for him and laid down at her feet. “Tell me about it. It’s been so dry in this house since the whole pregnancy thing,” she wrinkled her nose. Not at the fact that Sharon was pregnant but the no drinking part. Sure she kept a few drinks in the apartment here and there, but for the most part she had been considerate of her roommate.
She grabbed another bottle popping off the cap. “To more beer nights. As long as you don’t die.”