A/N – The characters you know and love aren't mine – but you knew that. All the crazy OCs that you could do without (but I couldn't), those are mine
She tossed the phone down in disgust, only to catch Mac and Wallace looking at her and laughing.
~~Still at the Neptune Grand~~
The entire bachelorette party was laughing. The photos and suggestions coming back from the bachelor party in response to the "boob" shots ranging from appreciative, to ridiculous, to obscene. More than one dick, (with a small "d"), pic was sent in reply to specific breasts, only to have the girls forward the pic to the larger group. Pics of Dick also came in showing him with the party pig balanced on his shoulder, engaged in a Zoolander style walk-off, and looking incredibly uncomfortable being sandwiched between two women on the dance floor. He immediately sent a text to Mac, Not what it looked like, and not my fault!
Mac texted back, Have fun, just not too much fun, after all it's a dead man's party.
Dick immediately responded Who could ask for more?
Mac had a silly grin on her face as she slipped her phone back into her jeans pocket. She knew several people didn't understand the concept of her and Dick, but fuck them, he was the right man for her.
Across the room Wallace jumped up and tossed his phone onto the sofa like it had turned into a snake. "Dude! That isn't right! Can we please tell them it is just pictures of our knees now?" All the girls immediately went back to their phone to see what had set Wallace off. The last text in was from another Pi Sig, entreating "Brown Sugar" to ditch Wallace and join him in his room. It included a room number, promise to leave the door open, and a graphic waist down pic of a man spread across a hotel bedspread.
Two girls had a whispered conversation in the corner and then as one stood. "Wally, don't worry about a thing…we got this for you!" They left the room laughing.
Wallace frowned, "Wait, what!? You mean that worked?" He sat down with a pout on his face, looking sulky. "What if I wanted a threesome?" He muttered. Jasmine, a petite women from Japan, who had become Mac's roommate after Parker transferred schools, and then got her green card and stayed on in California, sat down next to him and handed him a beer.
She winked at him, before leaning in to purr in his ear, "The weekend isn't over yet." Wallace felt himself get hard, and he turned to look into her dark brown eyes. He had a crush on Jasmine since they had been introduced, there was something about how her eyes took in everything and how she would be so quiet, until she delivered an insightful, yet blistering critique on whatever drama was going on. His eyes drifted down to her lips, thin, and she had a scar that drifted down in a faint jagged line from the left corner. He always wondered what had caused it, always wanted to kiss away the lingering sadness it left on her face, pulling a corner down on her most radiant smiles. They were painted red tonight, and spoke of passion and berries. Wallace imagined they would be soft. Jasmine smiled at him, his favorite smile, both brilliant and sad, as if at a joke only she knew. "Wallace, it has been 8 years, are you going to kiss me or not?"
Veronica and Mac watched as Wallace and Jasmine started making out across the room. "About damn time," Mac said.
"Word," Veronica replied and they high fived. She sipped her drink, and then asked, "Do you think Shelly and Becca are really going to have a threesome with Gordon?"
Mac shrugged, "about a 50/50 chance. They are bi, and have been known to play with boys. Of course they are both bitchy was hell, so they are just as likely to plan something horribly embarrassing and send us all the video." She paused, "Oh that reminds me….Wallace wants them to know our photos are all knees." Mac pulled out her phone and swiped through the photo gallery to the one of Wallace's pants getting rolled up and his knees pressed together into one of the bras that had been given to her as a bachelorette gift earlier that night. She forwarded it to the group with a message, Brown Sugar's big photo shoot.
Veronica and Mac shared a laughed. Veronica paused, "You don't think anyone took a picture of me motor-boating your knees do you? I mean it was hysterical, but perhaps easily misconstrued."
Mac was glad for the dimly lit room, because she was sure she might be blushing, just a bit. "Nah, by that point the rest of the girls were too into staging their own photos to be paying attention." Mac didn't mention that the memory of Veronica on her knees between Mac's legs, blond hair spilling across her thighs probably wasn't going to leave her soon, without some serious repressing.
Veronica chuckled, "Good, the Bureau may have been forgiving about the one sex tape, but might frown if they think I make a habit of it." She rolled her eyes, "Not that they will let me go undercover again, so as if it matters."
Mac frowned slightly; Veronica had been closed lip about whatever happened four years ago that had put her in the hospital and then transferred to the Vegas field office. She opened her mouth to ask a question when the suite's doorbell rang. Veronica bounced, "Entertainment is here!"
Opening the door, she turned up the lights. "Ladies, grab a seat. Mac, you take that chair in the middle." With a flourish she moved out of the way to reveal two well-built young men in Geek Crew uniforms.
As the men closed the door, a thumping music began to fill the room. As a pair they closed in on Mac. "We heard there was a lap top emergency here."
The other man flexed his muscled arms and thrust his hips, "It might need a hard drive."
The women in the room started hooting and hollering, some scrambling for their purses and bill folds. Mac blushed and frowned at Veronica. Veronica grinned, "This is a state sanctioned activity, and I quote, 'Get Mackie some strippers, just make sure they aren't as good looking as me…as if they could be as good looking as me' and then there might have been some sort of hand gesture, but facetime didn't pick it up."
Wallace rolled his eyes, "Seriously why didn't I go to the guys' party?"
Jasmine stood up and pulled him off the couch. "Come on, I will show you why you came to the girls' party." She led him to one of the bedrooms off the suit and closed and locked the door behind them.
The music and the catcalls were getting louder and Veronica had dimmed the room's lights again. One of the Geek Crew had stripped down to a pair of StarWars underoos and was dancing with a glowing light saber, making the obvious jokes and rubbing up against various women in the circle. He stopped in front of Veronica and looked at her appreciatively, "Want to be my slave Leia?"
Veronica shook her head severely at him, "I am not the bachelorette you are looking for."
The man obligingly repeated, "You are not the bachelorette I am looking for," winked and then danced up to Parker.
Veronica chuckled and then rolled her eyes as he started giving the other woman a lap dance. She stepped out onto the patio, and breathed in the soft salt tang of the ocean. After a minute she pulled out her phone and looked at the group text. Logan hadn't changed his number after all these years. She sighed melodramatically. Of course he hasn't changed his number, I knew that, not like I don't stalk him at least every six months. What is wrong with me?
Mac came up and handed her a flute of champagne, giggling as the strippers double-teamed one of their friends. "This is truly ridiculous!"
"Says the girl getting married to Dick Casablancas."
Mac smiled softly, "Yeah, I know. But I couldn't be happier about it."
Around midnight, the main party started winding down, and only the girls sharing the main suite remained, Mac, Parker, Veronica and Jasmine. That is to say, Mac, Parker, and Veronica, as Jasmine and Wallace had not emerged from her room. Mac dimmed the lights and lit the luxury room's gas fireplace. The three old friends sipped wine and swapped stories about the past few years catching up with one and other.
Parker and Veronica were both well acquainted with Mac's recent history, she was their friendship glue. So, Parker was talking, catching Veronica up on her back story and filing Mac in with tidbits that had escaped their regular calls, emails and Facebook. Sipping her wine, Veronica tried to focus on what Parker was saying. Veronica didn't like to dwell on it, but she was still mildly resentful of what she felt was Parker's single white female complex their freshmen year at Hurst. How could she not realize how dating Logan would hurt me back then? Besides, she didn't even really care about him as a person, he was just a teen idol poster come to life for her. She frowned softly and took a longer gulp of wine. So much water under the bridge now, it shouldn't still irritate me. But how come I feel like she won?
Parker was smiling blithely and chattering on about life in the Bay Area. She had transferred to Stanford their sophomore year. Yet another part of my life she mimicked, Veronica thought darkly, though can it be mimicry when I didn't do it? She was going on about how beautiful that part of California was, and how people were so much deeper than southern California, that social activism was more than just talk. Parker talked about her degree in early childhood education, but then how she had decided to go to law school. Check another box there copycat, Veronica fumed. "I mean, it really is a question of justice, isn't it?
Parker stood and stretched her tall frame looming taller for a moment, before going to the kitchenette for another bottle of wine for the three women. Veronica sighed softly. God, why can't I hate her…why does she have to be so good on top of everything else? Mac caught her eye and smiled, she mouthed "Play nice."
Coming back, Parker topped off all their glasses and set a cheese and cracker plate within easy reach of Veronica. She smiled at her briefly before returning to her seat. "Anyways, Mac, I don't think I have told you my latest news. Michael is almost done with his program, and we have decided we are moving to New York City. The ACLU has offered me a part time position, so I can study for the bar." She laughed, "I really must love him, being willing to sit for another bar exam."
And, now New York, seriously, did Parker steal my teenage diary and decide to make it happen? Veronica was close to seething, instead, she asked, "Michael?"
Parker's sunny smile ratcheted up another million watts and her face took on a slightly dreamy property. "Michael is my boyfriend. We have been together for close to six years now. He is wonderful, so kind, and charming, he makes me feel like I am the most special thing in the world. He is kinda reclusive, so focused on his program, so I haven't introduced him around yet, and he just couldn't get away for this weekend…"
Veronica was a bit too self-absorbed in considering Parker's charmed life to notice that as the other women spoke, particularly about Michael, that something seemed off. Parker's eyes never really made contact with theirs, her hand not occupied with a wine glass plucked her sleeve, and despite listing Michael's virtues she looked nervous. Mac had actually fallen asleep on the couch and wasn't paying attention to either of the blondes.
Interrupting the description of Parker's perfect life, Veronica stood with a yawn. "I'm sorry Park, I am half asleep, and I think Mac has checked out on us. Let's get her to bed so we can get her married tomorrow…." looking at her watch, "I mean today."
The other blonde almost looked relieved to stop talking. She stood and moved over to where Mac slept. Parker smiled tenderly, "She looks so happy, and peaceful. But you are right Veronica, we better move her or she will be sore tomorrow." The pair gently pulled, shoved, and otherwise cajoled Mac into the master bedroom and tucked her in.
In her own room, Veronica looked at her cell phone again. A few more random drunk texts from the bachelor party, a text from her dad about lunch on Sunday, one from Jay about not doing anything he wouldn't do, and one from Sandy saying he missed her. Veronica frowned slightly at the last one, but dismissed it. Sandy just tries too hard, I really wish he would come out already. She sighed heavily again. Nothing from Logan, I shouldn't be surprised, but I just hoped he would have forgiven me for running. She feel into a fitful sleep, not anticipating seeing him later that day, despite desperately wanting to.
