Author's note: This story is set post season 3 finale, but is AU from there (i.e. ignores the VMars movie). This is an AU of Burlesque.

Disclaimers: I own absolutely nothing except my insatiable need to connect characters played by the same actress/actor.

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Best View of the Sunset Strip

A Veronica Mars/Burlesque Crossover

"Dude, I can't believe we're finally going to the Burlesque club," Dick gaped.

"Well, nothing but the 'Best View of the Sunset Strip' for my best buddy for his bachelor's party," Logan replied drily, as the limo pulled up outside.

The womanizer Richard Casablancas Jr. had learned how to be a real man and was set to marry one Cindy Mackenzie in a week and a half. After the ultimately disastrous Valentine's Day double date their Freshman year at Hearst and Veronica's subsequent departure for Stanford, Logan and Mac and started hanging out more and more. Dick had eventually forgiven Logan for what happened with Cassidy, so the three of them started hanging out and eventually Dick and Mac started hanging out a lot. They managed to heal each other after the damage Cassidy caused, and they managed to find love.

Dick had proposed to her two years after graduation. He had started his own business, and was successful in his own right and Mac was an established programming consultant sought after by both the government and the private sector. They were quite the power couple, and Logan could not have been happier for them.

Dick had tried to convince Logan and Mac that he didn't need or want a bachelor's party, but Mac had handed Logan the address the week before, and shoved them both out the door into the limo holding, Casey and Connor.

"I don't understand why Mac was so dead set on us going here," Dick questioned again. "Though it is much classier than I thought it would be."

Logan handed the host a few hundreds and they were escorted to their reserved table at once. If he was being honest, Logan was just as confused as to why Mac had insisted on this place as Dick was, but he wasn't about to say it out loud. He learned a long time ago that it was better to not question particularly determined women.

The four of them ordered a round of shots and a bottle of bourbon to start the night and settled in to watch the show. The performers were all beautiful and talented and Connor was particularly taken with Cocoa. He invited her over to the table during the first intermission. As she made her way over, Logan stiffened as he noticed another performer walking by on her way to another table.

"What's up, dude?"

"It's nothing. Don't worry about it."

Logan schooled his expression back to cool and entertained, but Cocoa had noticed.

"Looks like you've got your eye on, Nikki," she teased.

"She just looks familiar is all. Tell us about you," he diverted the conversation. But his eyes couldn't help but stray to her and her companion. He recognized him from various functions he'd attended with Dick. He was another business man, based on what Mac and Dick had said he was a snake who needed to be taken down a few pegs. Marcus was his name.

She hadn't performed in the first half. But she was in every number in the second half and he couldn't keep his eyes off of her. Casey and Connor also thought she looked familiar but couldn't place her. Dick was too busy obsessively texting Mac to even notice. Midway through the second act there was a technical error and the soundtrack cut out. The girl performing did it a cappella and absolutely killed it. By the second intermission, Marcus, had his eye on the new girl, and Nikki was left high and dry and she was not happy about it.

Logan sent the guys ahead to the restaurant for dinner, telling them he'd meet up with them in a bit. Twenty minutes later he was waiting outside, leaning on her car. It was an updated version of her Saturn.

She was texting furiously when she strode out of the club, looking smug.

"A Mars from Neptune in her Saturn. Some things never change."

"You've got the wrong girl," she snapped without looking up, but he caught the stiffening in her shoulders.

"I really don't think I do, Veronica."

It was the sadness in his voice that did her in.

"Get in the car," she hissed.

Logan didn't dare refuse, climbing into the passenger seat. She sped away before he could open his mouth.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same question."

She glared at him out of the corner of her eye.

"We're here for Dick's bachelor party," he muttered after a few moments.

"Who's we?" She asked dangerously.

"Me, Dick, Casey, and Connor. But don't worry, I'm the only one who knows it's you."

Her death grip on the steering wheel loosened slightly.

"Did you say bachelor party? For Dick? What poor sap decided to marry him?"

Logan snickered.

"Your very own Cindy 'Mac' Mackenzie," he smirked.

"What?!"

To her credit, her tires didn't deviate a centimeter despite the fact she was gaping at him.

"Dick grew up," was his only answer.

She let it drop until they pulled into the garage of her apartment complex.