"Veronica?" The girl in question heard a voice ask her. She looked over to the girl. A blonde.
"Oh, sorry." She clumsily excused herself. A bleach blonde.
"Who are you?" Veronica asked with blatant rudeness. The blonde girl went red.
"I just recognized you from, uh, college courses and sutff…" she trailed off. Veronica couldn't remember her at all. Maybe it was the beer.
College was such that it wasn't unusual for her to go out to a few bars. She never got entirely wasted like in her teenage years, but driving would be a little treacherous some times. This specific night she was at a musty, humid bar that played outdated pop music. After graduating that hell hole Westerberg, she finally made it out east. College wasn't exactly the French cafes she'd imagined (hence, the bar), but getting away was nice.
"What are you doing out here on a school night?" Veronica asked the dejected girl.
"Do I need a reason?" she asked a bit defensively. Veronica sighed.
"You seem like a good kid." It was true. Bleach blonde hair and the smart air around her made her seem more of a 'buy some sparkling wine and chill out in bed'. Here she was, though, a margarita in her hands. It looked barely touched.
"What are you, then?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. The girl showed all of her emotions clearly on her face, making her easy to read. There was a kind of innocence about it.
"Eh, I find college parties too distasteful." Veronica responded, beer in hand. Beer was gross until you drink enough to forget about that.
"Same! It's like being a teenager all over again." She responded. Veronica was thinking a lot about her old hometown in Ohio. More than she would have preferred.
"What course do we have together?" She asked in order to change the topic. The blonde played with her hair.
"American Lit and Gov." She responded. Both fairly big classes, so fair enough that she hadn't noticed her.
"You must be smart." Veronica noted absentmindedly. Maybe it was the stereotype that surrounded Asians that influenced. Maybe it was the beer talking.
"You, too!" She insisted.
"Because I bleached my hair, everyone thinks I'm dumber, but I don't really mind that." She continued candidly.
"I'll probably have to dye it back once I'm out of college, though." Veronica raised an eyebrow.
"I don't think it's very professional and my parents want me to be a lawyer, so…" She trailed off.
Veronica remembered those words JD told her. In that Seven Eleven. Years ago. Veronica Sawyer, will go to some college and marry a lawyer. Her stomach churned and the alcohol seemed to burn.
"Of course, that's always been expected of me, but it's not really what I want to do. I haven't been doing that good in my prep classes." Veronica barely heard her anymore. Her head was clearing. She couldn't escape JD, even now.
"A lawyer?" Veronica interrupted. The blonde pouted.
"Yeah, it's boring, but my parents would kill me if I pursued anything else." She responded.
"Hey, kid, life is short. Don't waste it doing things you don't like doing because you never know when you'll accidentally drink drain cleaner or something." Veronica warned her. The blonde looked confused.
"Goodnight." Veronica lazily waved and walked off.
Not technically a lawyer, but enough to stir old memories.