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maskormenacelogs2018-03-11 06:35 pm
couldbebeautiful) wrote in maskormenacelogs2018-03-11 06:35 pm
honey, whatcha waiting for?
WHO: Veronica Sawyer and Reggie Mantle
WHERE: Reggie's place in Heropa
WHEN: the morning after this. (link contains sexual content.)
WHAT: the afterglow.
WARNINGS: discussions and references to sex (though there's nothing of the act itself), underage drinking, past trauma, past unhealthy relationships. it's Riverdale and Heathers.
[It's Veronica who wakes up first.
She doesn't wake up screaming, thankfully, but only just rouses from a dream of Sherwood, a dream of what might've been if things had turned out differently. If Veronica'd stepped into another bathroom, that day, when the Heathers had gotten caught by Mrs. Fleming. If she'd never looked twice at JD. If, if, if—none of it matters, because it all slips away the second she wakes up in a bed that's not her own.
She blinks at first, blearily surprised, before the events of last night crash into her brain again. Oh. Oh, right. She'd said yes to Reggie's offer to fuck, didn't she.
...ah, fuck.
She slips out of the bed. Most of her clothes are, sadly, beyond salvaging, save for the blue leather jacket and skirt lying somewhere in a sad little heap, and the jacket she drapes carefully over a chair. She grabs a spare shirt from Reggie's closet, buttons it up as best as she can, pulls on last night's skirt. Then she steps out, pets Moose, and heads for the kitchen.
She's still there when Reggie wakes up, waiting for the toast to pop up, drinking water from a tall glass.]
Where do you keep your coffee? [is the first thing she says to him in the morning.] Do you even have coffee?
WHERE: Reggie's place in Heropa
WHEN: the morning after this. (link contains sexual content.)
WHAT: the afterglow.
WARNINGS: discussions and references to sex (though there's nothing of the act itself), underage drinking, past trauma, past unhealthy relationships. it's Riverdale and Heathers.
[It's Veronica who wakes up first.
She doesn't wake up screaming, thankfully, but only just rouses from a dream of Sherwood, a dream of what might've been if things had turned out differently. If Veronica'd stepped into another bathroom, that day, when the Heathers had gotten caught by Mrs. Fleming. If she'd never looked twice at JD. If, if, if—none of it matters, because it all slips away the second she wakes up in a bed that's not her own.
She blinks at first, blearily surprised, before the events of last night crash into her brain again. Oh. Oh, right. She'd said yes to Reggie's offer to fuck, didn't she.
...ah, fuck.
She slips out of the bed. Most of her clothes are, sadly, beyond salvaging, save for the blue leather jacket and skirt lying somewhere in a sad little heap, and the jacket she drapes carefully over a chair. She grabs a spare shirt from Reggie's closet, buttons it up as best as she can, pulls on last night's skirt. Then she steps out, pets Moose, and heads for the kitchen.
She's still there when Reggie wakes up, waiting for the toast to pop up, drinking water from a tall glass.]
Where do you keep your coffee? [is the first thing she says to him in the morning.] Do you even have coffee?
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Ah, fuck.
After he's sat up and starts getting out of bed he remembers, also, that Veronica's here, reminded by the sight of her jacket hanging over one of his chairs; she was here and is still here, apparently, unless she left that behind. Reggie's not actually sure which he hopes for more, but then feels a weird relief when he finds her in the kitchen-- and wearing one of his shirts, no less, though... that is understandable. Reggie's only wearing a pair of black boxers and a grey undershirt, his hair still somewhat mussed from sleep. ]
Who the hell doesn't have coffee? [ Making a face at her, he walks over to one of the cabinets, opening it and gesturing theatrically. Then he moves to the fridge to pull out a can of Red Bull. ] And here-- if you really wanna wake yourself up, try spiking it with this.
[ Reggie takes a moment then to straighten his hair out somewhat, looking at his reflection in the microwave door, then turns back toward Veronica, leaning against the counter as he cracks open the Red Bull to have a sip himself. ]
I gotta go walk Moose in a few, but... [ With a shrug: ] Are you gonna be hanging out?
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She pauses as she's making the coffee, turns to look at Reggie.]
Nah. I'm planning to go check on a few people. A friend of ours—
[She falters, and shrugs, not finishing the sentence. She doesn't have to, there's a weight to the silence that follows as she turns back to the coffee. She doesn't want to talk about that, can't talk about it.]
Anyway, help yourself to the toast.
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Not to say this even is something to screw up, obviously.
When Veronica falters Reggie's eyebrow twitches upward, his jaw tensing as he swallows down whatever emotion he assumes they're mutually aiming to avoid. ]
Oh, I can help myself to my own toast? Gee, thanks. [ But he does, catching one of the slices after the toaster pops and taking a large bite. ] And don't go making this weird. Which friend?
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Instead she just rolls her eyes at him.]
Be glad I even made you toast. [She puts both cups on the table and grabs her own slice of toast, giving Reggie a look.] Now who's making this weird? That's not your business.
[Aaaaaand she's right back to being deliberately frustrating.]
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[ Smirking again, Reggie takes another bite of his slice as if for emphasis. Too easy. In a fun sort of way, though-- "easy" is far from a bad thing when it comes to shit like this. He likes to be able to turn his brain off and mostly just follow his own impulsive instincts without being hung up on worrying about someone's opinion of him; that's how Reggie tends to define living his best life. Because relationships with actual stakes?
... Well, not really as bad as Reggie likes to convince himself, either, but still intimidating, and that's a sticking point. Even with Archie, maybe one of the most cartoonishly accepting boys ever invented, Reggie felt like that also put all of his own flaws even more under the microscope.
He rolls his eyes right back, scoffing and shrugging. ]
How is that weird? You brought it up.
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[Not really, there's no real bite to her voice, nothing that's snapping and snarling at him to back off. It's just something she says to deflate his ego, a jab in line with her usual sarcastic demeanor, especially concerning Reggie. She bites into her toast, and looks away. If she hadn't brought it up—
She takes a sip of her coffee.]
Forget I brought it up, then. [And now there's that little bite, a warning in her voice. Her losses are just too much for her to talk about, right now, in the morning after a night like the one she just had.] Pretend I asked about Moose, instead. What's the most ridiculous thing he's ever done?
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Although maybe, also, part of him is half-hoping that she will.
But probably not. ]
Moose the dog? [ Reggie clicks his tongue, glancing at the dog sitting rather sweetly by his feet with a reluctant sort of fondness. ] Well, nothing much, not yet, but if he's anything like his namesake, then that'll change and fast. The real Moose does something ridiculous practically on a daily basis.
[ Reggie certainly intends that to sound more long-suffering, but it's spoken with a similar reluctant sort of fondness. God, but he misses Moose sometimes. ]
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And maybe that's what all the people who've left have become: a wound in the world, where they used to be, scabbing over with time. Or not scabbing over, anyway, depending on what one does with those scars.]
Consider my interest piqued. [She's relieved to be moving away from the topic of loss, and onto the topic of ridiculous shit from back home. Or from other people's homes, anyway, Sherwood's shit moved from typical teen angst bullshit to horror-movie fare, when she was there.] What kind of ridiculous are we talking about here? Don't skip over the details.