[This is absolutely a terrible idea, and somewhere in the back of Veronica's head, she is well aware of that. But, damn it, she's seventeen, isn't she? She might deserve a lot worse than this, but at the moment she just—wants to dance, wants to laugh and just be. Everything else, she can deal with later.
She sways a little, pulling him along with her steps. It's hard to tell who's leading, her or Brendan, because Veronica's drunk as hell and just as energetic and probably stumbles a little.]
I'll keep my sob story and you'll keep yours. [She huffs out a breath.] Deal. Now follow me—
[So she says, just as she almost trips again, managing to right herself just in time with a laugh.]
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She sways a little, pulling him along with her steps. It's hard to tell who's leading, her or Brendan, because Veronica's drunk as hell and just as energetic and probably stumbles a little.]
I'll keep my sob story and you'll keep yours. [She huffs out a breath.] Deal. Now follow me—
[So she says, just as she almost trips again, managing to right herself just in time with a laugh.]