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Veronica presses her tankard of beer against her chest as she chuckles at something I had said. I smirk at her and take a sip of my rum and coke. Although I may smoke like a chimney, I don't have quite the stomach for alcohol like Veronica does. I have no clue how she can down a straight Sam Adams like it's water.

I study her as we chat. Dark, curled, chocolate brown hair spills over her shoulders. Although I don't know if 'chocolate' is the right word for the color. There are red undertones. More like a coffee and red velvet sort of color. Her eyes are this pretty blue color, reminds me of the ocean. Her eyes smile with her. Her gloss tainted lips curl to reveal her teeth as she laughs again.

I love the sound of her laugh. It's priceless. She takes a sip of her drink and I have a free moment to look her over further.

Cobalt spaghetti-strap tank with a raven-colored pleated skirt that ended a little bit above modest hugged her body to show off impeccable curves. She was an inch or so taller today, thanks to her black heels.

Veronica sighs. "So, Party Virgin, what do you think?" She gestures to the loud atmosphere of Heather Duke's home.

I shrug as I survey the mess. Two kids making out in the corner, others grinding against each other on the dancefloor, some wasted teen passed out under a table, and a black table cloth draped over said table.

"It's overrated," I smirk. "To think that a suicide spurred this is kind of burlesque."

She nods, amused. I can tell she's in a happy mood. The buzz of the alcohol has lifted her spirits, but she isn't quite drunk. She's careful, thanks to the memory of the last time she got wasted.

"But, and I know you hate to hear it, let's be honest, this is what Heather actually would have wanted."

"A house party labeled a mourning gathering? Ha! The fact that you are probably right is what makes this too perfect, Ronnie."

She bites her lip with a grin. Her long and delicate eyelashes bat. "I know."

Veronica goes to brush a piece of hair behind her ear and I catch her hand, bringing her palm to my lips. She hides a giggle and although I don't want to admit it, butterflies form in my stomach.

I wind my arm carefully around her waist and whisper against the soft skin of her neck, "I think you've acted enough for tonight, Babe. What do you say we blow this joint and do something fun."

I watch as she entertains the idea. "Won't someone notice I left? I was her best friend after all. Won't it be suspicious if we both disappear?"

I look over at the two other popular bitches. Both of them are dirty dancing with either Kurt or Ram. I roll my eyes. "They seem a bit busy."

She shows a sly grin. "Alright then, Loverboy. You've got me there."

I take her hand and we slip through the crowds towards the door. I toss my cup in the trash and wait as Veronica downs the rest of hers in one gulp and sets the cup on a counter. I raise my eyebrows, slightly impressed at how badass she could be.

We steal away into the cool March air. "You know, I was thinking…" I drawl.

"Well that's dangerous," she snorts.

I roll my eyes "Thinking just how fucking badly I've wanted to kiss you all night."

I pull her against me before she has a chance to respond. Veronica's eyes widen and then flutter closed as her arms snake around my neck. I hold her body against mine by her waist. I kiss deeper until our tongues are doing a little tango. She tastes like beer, cigarettes, and strawberries. Besides the obvious alcohol, this is the taste I love more than anything.

"Get a room, would you?" Heather D. sneers as her heels click on the cement.

Veronica pulls away and I sigh, glaring at the scantily clad slut who came to bother us. She chuckles an octave higher than any normal person I've ever met as she nears us. Veronica bites her lip as her eyes narrow. She's angry, I can tell.

"You're the one to talk, Heather," she spits.

Heather raises her eyebrows, unamused. "Oh don't act so virgin white."

"Below the belt jeer, huh? Very original. I thought sexual abstinence jokes were more Heather's territory. But of course, you just have to adopt that too, like the blood-red scrunchie wasn't enough." Veronica smirks at the word blood. I smile sadistically.

"Ah," she laughed. I could tell she didn't have a comeback. Veronica had won.

"Why don't you get back to grinding, hm? I'm sure Ram's boner misses your sorry ass," I add.

Heather scowls as she flounces away. Veronica chuckles as she takes my hand and pulls me away from the Duke residence. Soon we're on my motorcycle and Veronica is behind me. It takes self-control to keep my eyes on the road.

She kisses the nape of my neck and I tense. When her hands slide up my shirt and reside on my skin, I swear to Lucifer that I shivered.

"Veronica, you flirt," I murmur.

She titters. "That's what you might think." Her thumbs rub circles against my abdomen.

I exhale. "Where to, My Love?"

"I don't care. Anywhere."

"How about slushies and a smoke?"

Her body shakes against mine as she laughs. "Lovely, Jason."

"Cherry, I presume?" I ask as I swing off the motorcycle.

"Yep." She smiles and kisses my cheek.

I return with her drink and an outstretched Marlboro Red. She takes both with a simper. I sit beside her on the little bench outside the Snappy Snack Shack. Veronica takes a sip of her cherry slushie as I take out my sleek black lighter. I lit hers, then mine.

She cuddles against me, her thigh pressing against mine. I sigh contentedly. We smoke, chat, and drink our frozen depression cures.

When I drop her off at her house, she has a fire blazing in her eyes.

"You forget an 's', Darling," she says.

"What could that be?" I raise my eyebrows, catching wind of her intentions.

She flicks ashes in the grass and raises her eyes to mine as she grabs the collar of my jacket and pulls me to her. "Strip croquet," she purs in my ear with a kiss. Her breath is hot and sexy.

I feel my knees turn to jelly as I compose myself. I smirk. "I wasn't about to forget that. I just wanted to hear you say it."

She bites her lip seductively. "Well then good thing I left it set up after Friday night."

I tell the butterflies in my stomach to shut the fuck up as I take my black mallet, already forming a plan of attack for once I manage to relieve Veronica of her party wear.