Sharon Carter is a super spy (exshieldagent) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-09-04 21:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, sharon carter, veronica mars |
Who: Sharon Carter and Veronica Mars
When: Sept 4
Where: Their Place
What: Drinks and a movie
Rating/Warnings: Low/None
Status: Complete
Sharon was excited. It’d been a while since she and Veronica had time to have some drinks together. Just the girls, with maybe Netflix, maybe some garlic bread, whatever. Maybe she’d even paint Veronica’s toenails or whatever. Probably not. But hey.
They had a few hours uninterrupted before Aramis and Porthos brought Viv back for her night time feeding. Sharon was excited to have a beer with her friend. And she had some oatmeal cookies, too, with chocolate chips. Yum.
Veronica was all for Netflix, beer and lots of junk food. No toe nail painting though, or face masks. At least not on her. Sharon could do all that to herself. Veronica would admire or mock her work and enjoy the Netflix.
“All right so what are we going for tonight?” she asked flipping through their Netflix queue. “Comedy, or horror? No RomComs.” She picked up a cookie for herself and took a bite. Yum indeed.
“Comedy, please.” Sharon said, then broke into a grin. “I think you’ve seen enough disassembled bodies for a lifetime.” She teased, and then reached for her beer. Beer was good for lactation, and so long as they got the delicious, flavored kind, was also good for deliciousness. The oatmeal cookies were good for lactation, too. But Sharon didn’t tell Veronica about that. (She didn’t want Veronica to freak out.)
“Something old and stupid. Maybe Adam Sandler?” Sharon suggested. “Ooh, or Chris Farley.”
“Hey!” Veronica protested. “I can handle disassembled bodies,” she mostly just saw them in the dreams anyway. Sharon was the ex cop turned some type of weird agent. She probably saw a lot more than Veronica did. Point was Veronica could handle the corpses.
“Farley it is,” she agreed punching selecting one of his movies and picking up her own beer. Chances were they were going to spend most of the movie talking anyway. It had been awhile since the two friends caught up. “So what ever happened with you and that guy?” she took a swig of her beer raising a brow at Sharon.
Sharon was alluding to the scare Veronica got looking over the curtain at the c-section. But if she insisted… a comedy would do better to lift their spirits, anyway. Something stupid and funny with fart jokes and guys getting hit in the crotch with pipes or whatever.
“I haven’t seen him in a while,” Sharon admitted with a sigh. She leaned back on the sofa, cradling a handful of cookies and her beer. “I feel awful. I’m just giving him space. If he wants to come back, he’ll come back. If not… well, I’ll miss him.”
Veronica blocked the c-section out of her mind, thank you very much. “Space is a good idea,” she agreed. It seemed like the best option if this guy was totally into Sharon and she wasn’t feeling the same way. Give him some time to move on and all that. “Sometimes you have to do what’s best for the other person. Even if it sucks for you,” since when was she the relationship expert? Oh well. She was trying at least.
“Yeah, definitely.” Sharon said with a sigh. She took a bite from one of the cookies. “How are things with Logan?” She’d noticed that there was something weird about Logan not knowing that Veronica had been in jail… or whatever. Her baby brain registered something strange from those text messages last week.
“Fine,” Veronica replied though her tone was tense. They were fine, but things had been strained between the two of them ever since Reno. She was pulling away a little. Trust, commitment, and all that went with it wasn’t her strong suit. “We both just have a lot going on.”
“I know how that goes.” Sharon replied. She wouldn’t press the issue. She knew that Veronica had stuff, and Logan had stuff. She was there to listen if Veronica wanted to talk about it, but she wasn’t pushy about that kind of thing. “Put the movie on, then.” She teased. “Before I finish my beer.”
“Bossy,” Veronica replied with a playful eye roll pressing play on the movie, glad the girl talk portion of the night was over. That was never much her style anyway.