Just A Formality
Part Eleven
Veronica had her biology text book open on the passenger seat her note book resting on top of it as she opened her thermos of coffee, taking a moment to breathe in the smell she stifled a yawn. It was still early, a quarter after eleven to be exact but she was bored and biology wasn't helping her any. Sipping the warm brew she sighed against and wished she could risk turning her car on, but that looked suspicious. And she was trying not to draw attention to herself as she waited to get a money shot of her clients husband, so far he'd had the girl he disappeared into the room do everything for him. Which was annoying and more than a little frustrating for her.
Eyes glued to the window of the room her subject was currently residing in she pulled her camera out to see if she could get something, no such luck. Veronica was just about to set the camera back in her lap when the rumble of motorcycles filled the air moments before their headlights brightened the darken street. She didn't need to look to see who it was, she knew automatically and it was confirmed when the bikes slowed to a stop beside her car. Veronica rolled down her window looking out a smile slipping across her lips. "You brought a party." She said when rumbling was quieter and Weevil had his helmet removed. "They aren't staying." Weevil said before nodding at them; a clear sign that they could go.
Veronica raised a brow. "What was the point of them coming if you're just sending them away?" She asked as she watched him dismount his bike and walk around to her passenger side. "They have things to do, we were all headed in the same direction." Veronica nodded her head as he slipped into her car, her biology text book and note book were moved so they were now resting on her dashboard. "I think you just wanted to bask in my presence without company." Weevil grinned at her, his teeth white in the darkness. "And that would be a bad thing because?"
"Not bad, bask away sir. Bask away." Weevil snorted at her, shaking his head. "You're something else." Weevil said as he made himself comfortable. "So how's your night going so far?" He asked eyeing the text book and thermos of coffee she had with her. "Wait, tell me this isn't how you spend all your nights." Veronica shrugged deciding to tackle one question at a time. "Well I've gotten most of my biology homework done and finished half a thermos of Coffee and it isn't even midnight. So I'd say depending on which spectrum we're looking at it's been okay." Shaking his head again Weevil flashed her a smile. "And yes this is how I spend the vast majority of my nights, it's not so bad." After Lilly died and the 09'ers showed their true colours she realized sitting alone in her car for hours taking pictures of men and women cheating on their spouses was better than what she'd gone through all last year.
Weevil frowned looking out the window at the Camelot, following his gaze Veronica wondered what he was thinking, but he stayed silent for the mean time. "How was the rest of your day?" She asked filling in some of the silence, just because. "It was alright, got some things done and I might have even did some homework." Veronica gave him a pretend shocked look. "You, Mr. Leader of the PCHer's did homework? Don't you have a lackey to do that for you?" Her voice was teasing and so was the smile on her face, but he still gave her a look. "Haha, I thought it would be better than cheating this time around." Weevil moved slightly and slipped his arm around her shoulders.
"My my, are you growing up?" Veronica asked as she leaned into him, accepting the comfort of his arm around her. "Must be this girl I'm seeing, see I don't want her to think she's making a mistake dating the leader of a biker gang." She sighed turning her head to look at him. "I heard about this girl, and from what've heard she doesn't do anything she doesn't think is a good idea, I think you have nothing to worry about. " leaning forward she pressed a kiss to his cheek, pulling back when he would have tried to coax her into a real kiss. "Nu uh, I have a money shot to grab and the quicker it gets done the sooner we can both leave this place." Veronica said making him groan. "So what we just sit here till he comes out?" "Essentially yes." Veronica replied turning her attention to the room her target was in. "So when you get this money shot, you can have distractions?" Weevil asked not looking at her.
"Well yeah, I just need to get the money shot and then I'm done here." Veronica said wondering if she was going to have to explain the whole point of a night stake out was to him. "Room eight?" Nodding her head she sighed. "Yeah, so keep a look out, so far he's been sending the girl out to do his bidding." The sound of the passenger door opening drew her attention to it, a look of confusion on her face. "Have your camera ready." Weevil said smirking at her as he closed the door cutting off her all her protests. "Weevil don't you…" Rolling down her window she tried to get his attention. "Weevil, you're going to get us into trouble, get back here."
He turned looking at her. "Just have your camera ready V, I got this." Mumbling a few curse words under her breathe she watched as Weevil crossed the street and went to the suite her clients husband was in, she had no idea what he was going to do, but soon found out as he pounded on the door a few times and then took off. It was enough to draw the attention of the people in the room, the door opened and the guy's head peeked out allowing her to get a couple pictures but that wasn't enough she needed to catch him kissing the other girl. Sighing her passenger door opened and Weevil slipped back in. "I need more than him answering the door."
Veronica's tone was dry, but he seemed to ignore it. "I know that, just wait." Twenty minutes later and she was rewarded by the couple leaving, they both looked slightly shaken and when they stopped at the women's car she got the shot of them kissing, it was long and steamy…and if Veronica didn't know that this man had a wife and two kids at home she might have felt bad capturing it. Turning her head she looked at Weevil who had a very satisfied grin on his face. "I should have bet money on that." He said earning a gentle push. "So you got your picture, now what?" He asked looking at her. "I usually head home." He sighed. "My dad's not going to be there…" That got his attention. "I'll follow behind you."
It was as much of an invitation as she could get out, and he was out of her car so quickly that she knew that bad idea or not it was worth it. Pulling away from the curb she headed home, the headlight from his motorcycle in her review mirror.