Veronica takes another tour
If Mac thinks that she was too distracted by the presence of Logan Echolls she is all kinds of wrong.
She was busy checking to see what kind of coffee he drank and how he looked at Mac.
Coffee black which rules him out as the reason completely cow creamer is in the fridge of her completely vegan room-mate.
Not that she thought that Mac would do that to her, or Parker for that matter but it was nice to have definitive evidence.
Dick's coffee however was more cream than coffee but that would just be ridiculous.
The idea of Dick and Mac is so far from the realm of possibility that it's laughable. The only common thread between Mac and Dick has been dead for years although now apparently the common thread has switched over to Logan.
Who had looked far better than she had been prepared for. His eyes that sad broken focused that brought back feelings in her gut that she'd rather stay dead.
"That's not weird is it?" Mac asks and there's a worry in her voice that's touching.
"What you and Logan hanging out? No it's not weird. Just caught me off guard is all." A smile spreads across Mac's oddly flushed face.
No she has much bigger fish to fry, she has to find out who Mac is seeing in a biblical sense. I mean she can't just let her have a secret like this, what if the guy turns out to be a murderer or something. Her friends had this horrible habit of falling for the wrong guy.
Plus she hasn't solved a mystery in weeks.
They go back to the apartment and Veronica goes through the movies that fill the book shelf by the tv.
"You sure you don't want to come?" Mac asks from the bathroom,"My parents would be happy to see you."
"No thanks, I'm going to watch some of your movies and finish unpacking tonight." Plus it's the perfect opportunity to search the apartment for dude clues.
"All right..." Mac comes out of the bathroom her hairs up and she's wearing a dark colored button up dress and her sneakers.
She looks too nice to just be having dinner with her parents and brother.
"My mom bought it for me...it looks that bad?"
"No it looks good, are you breaking bad news?"
"They've been on edge about me living on my 'own'." She rolls her eyes and picks up her keys, "don't wait up I don't know how late this will run."
Veronica waits all of twenty minutes before she goes into Mac's bedroom.
It looks pretty much like the bedroom she had at her parents place. Art plastered to the walls, a Fellini poster, books all over the place and a wall of electronics. The major difference between this room and the dorm and her parents house is that this room is equipped with a double bed.
Room enough for two.
She goes around the bed to the night stand and opens the top drawer hoping to find nothing more than a book.
"Condoms. Lots and lots of condoms." She pulls a package out of the drawer, its some ultra thin feel everything kind. The kind girls don't buy, there's nothing fun about them, nothing glow in the dark or ribbed for her pleasure they're just condoms.
She drops it back into the drawer and notices there is a book in there after all. Hemingway. She's pretty sure that Papa would approve.
After examining some shelves, she passes right over the computer Mac is too smart for that it'll be all locked up and impenetrable, the kinda stuff she'd need Mac for anyway, she drops to the floor to check to see if anything incriminating has rolled under the bed.
"Jackpot." She pulls out a gray sweater. It's a man's sweater, she unfurls it and thinks she's going to be sick.
"Pi sigma sigma."
Mac, her Mac, is banging some frat boy? She could taste the bile in her throat.
The only thing next was to figure out exactly which frat boy...
Dick Casablancas flashed across her mind but she liked to think that she knew Mac better than that, there was no reason why Mac and Dick would get together. Mac was more likely to take a long walk of a short pier than tango with Casablancas genes again.
She took the sweatshirt with her and threw it in the bottom of her closet before she decided to watch a movie to get the thought of Mac and a Pi sig out of her mind.
Big dumb action flick it was.