Chapter Eight: Roomies And Drunkies

The next morning, or rather afternoon, Veronica woke up to the sound the cars beeping outside of her window which was followed with the usual shouting of the vehicles patrons.

"Oh man..."

She groaned while sitting up, proping herself on her arm while putting a hand to her head.

"I feel completely trashed...and I didnt even drink or anything..."

The thought struck her, since se quick her other job she hadnt been drinking as much. Was it a good thing?

" Pss Pss...Angelo...C'mon baby."

She blinked. Angelo was normally found right by her side when she woke up, or he was nuzzling her to wake up afer sleeping so late. He was like a fuzzy alarm clock.

"Where is that silly cat..."

She asked erself aloud, rolling out of bed. The oversized Tshirt fell to her knees as she stood up, a sleeve hanging off one shoulder. She wandered sleepily out of her bedroom, her eyes still a little blurred from sleep as she caught a slight glimpse of something on her couch. She rubbed her eyes.

"Angelo?"

"Not quite Baby..."

Came that voice again as he turned his head, looking over the back of the couch. He gave a quick body check and arched a brow.

"You always walk around like that when you think no ones lookin...?"

He smirked.

"What the hell are you doing in here?! How the fuck did you get in?!"

"Ya might want ta calm it down...dont want that hag of Land Lady hastle you for rent again...you have bigger bills to pay Missy."

"Will you answer my damn question?! Why do you insist on stalking me?!"

"Your an easy target."

Veronica walked intot he living room some more to see her at Angelo was seated calmly in his lap. She scoffed...

"Fine then, make yourself at home."

He only shrugged, one hand petting the cat the other holding the remote as he flipped through channles. She shook her head, he didnt seem to be here for ay kind of confrontation...so just leave it be, right? She went into the kitchen, the poorly stocked kitchen to be exact as she rumaged through her cabinets to find something to eat.

"Your outta cereal..."

Came a mutter from the living room as she mumbled under her breath.

"What is your deal? Are you trying to starve me to death or somethin?"

"Nope...just messin with ya."

"Why this early?! You have noticed I just woke up, right?!"

"Early?! You call this early?! Its nearly 3 in the afternoon woman! I climbed through your bedroom window at 11! And your ass was still in that damn bed!"

"Well excuse me! Mister-salker-who-wakes-up-early-to-harass-me! If you havent forgotten, I kinda had a hard night last night!"

"And thats my fault?!"

"Um...YEA!"

They argued, Veronica standing int he kitchen with her hands a her hips tapping one foot while Bullseye gave her a nasty stare from his position on the couch. Angelo remained in the lap of his master's enemy...being petted.

"Fine, I'm going out then."

She said, walking through the living room again towards her bedroom.

"Little late to be goin out now, everythings gona close in a couple hours anyways."

"Will you stop it already!"

"I'm only saying dammit!"

"Well say it to yourself then!"

Things went quiet again for a momet as Veronica walked back through the living room again carring some clothes as she went into the bathroom. He watched of course, there was hardly a moment when he didnt have an eye on her. That grin came aross his face again.

"Dont suppose I could join ya huh?"

She gave him a look and slammed the door.

"Figured not..."

He moped...and went back to the tv, flipping away at the channels. Angelo meowed, getting his attention.

"What?"

"Meow."

"...What?"

"...Meow."

"Dammit, what do you want?"

The staring contest was on! Only a few moments later she walked out of the bathroom dressed in jeans and a normal white tank. Her hair falling in a wet black mess as she paused.

She looked at Bullseye, then tot he cat who stayed in his lap looking up at him. She looked up, then down, then up again.

" Excuse me?"

"Aah! Dammit! I was winning!"

"Yea...whatever. Mind leaving my cat alone? He's probably just hungry."

Angelo hopped out his lap, the winner of the game and strolled to Veronica rubbing his head against her leg.

"Cat cheated anyway...he kept closing his eyes just enough so they wouldnt shut all the way. I saw him!"

"Oh please, hes just a damn cat."

She said, walking over and openeding her front door that lead to the stair way. Since Veronica never really bought cat food she'd let him out to hunt the rodents arounds the building. She shut the door and walked past the couch slipping Bullseye's beanie on her head.

"Hey! Thats mine!"

"Tough luck, ya tried wingin it at me last night for some reason...so I kept it as a little keepsake."

She smiled playfully going into her bedroom. He got up and hurriedly walked after her.

"Well I want it back!"

"Can you ask nicely?"

"Fuck no! Gimme it!"

She ignored him, turning on her radio then sitting on the end of her bed as she put on her same old converse sneakers. As she tied her laces she looked up to see him standing in front of her. She smiled, giving a little wink.

"You dont get out much do you?"

"What?"

"Your tense."

"I am not."

"Have ya looked in a mirror lately? Ya got like 2 little veins that pop outta your head right there."

She said, finishing her shoes and standing up. She put her finger to his right temple.

"And if you dont watch it, you'll have some crazy blood preasure and heart problems later. Trust me."

"What are you a doctor? I think I'll take my chances."

"Not a doctor, I know from experience."

"My dad...head was a real hard ass, it got to him. I was 5 almost 6 when he died. His hear exploded or somethin."

She shrugged, it wasnt really like her to get emotional over stuff from so long ago so she didnt get upset about talking about it. But...as everyone knows, we cant hold all emotions in, they have to come out sometime. And nothing gets Veronica's emotions going then...

Three Hours Later At Josie's Bar

Veronica was sitting at the bar, her head laying on the counter as she cried...and had been crying for about 2 hours. He had oddly enough offered to prove he wasnt such a 'hard ass' and took her to his usual hang out place...other then the strip club. He found out this was probably his worst idea... they had gotten into a conversation about something which set her off into a world of supressed memories and got her into hours of uncontrolled tears. He sat ext to her at the bar, one hand kinda patting at her back as he held a fifth of Jack in the other.

"Yea...I know...Its alright...I understand...Yea...It'll be ok...ah huh..."

He just repeated, nodding his head some not really paying attention anymore. She was gone...totally gone...then quiet...really quiet. He blinked, turning his head as he put the nearly finsiehd bottle back down.

"...Hey?"

He shook her a little.

"Uh...Hello?"

This was odd...she probably just fell asleep. He could simply just take her back to her place, dump her on the couch and take her bed for the night? But that would be wrong...he could have easily just taken her away and done as he wished...but he wasnt that type. He patted her back again, then her shoulder before kinda going into a slight freaked out state as he grabbed the back of he head and lifted her up. Surely enough...she was passed out...by the looks of it she probably wont wake up for a while...at least for 2 days.

"Well now what..."

He just let go, her head smacking on the counter top. There was an older man sitting a short ways down the bar who chuckled at the two. He was te type you could probably think was someones crazy druken uncle or something.

"Looks like your little lady friend is all partied out for the night!"

He laughed. Bullseye oly rolled his eyes and looked at the old man with a raised brow.

"This..."

He said, picking her head up by a bunch of hair.

"Is far from being considered a 'lady friend'..."

The old man laughed even still.

"All women are like that son! If ya just get ta know the girl Im sure you'll find somethin ya like about her. Ha Ha Haa! Cause I already have! Gotta loves me a woman who can drink! And when shes done I aint gotta listen to her talk!"

He looked at her, turning her head to face him.

"It would be so easy to just kill you now..."

He muttered, slipping off his bar stool and throwing her over his shoulder. The old man cackled in laughter, whistling as if cheering him on. He glanced back, getting easily annoyed the drunkard and took his free hand slamming it on the edge of the bar counter where it had already began to splinter. A small wooden chip broke free in such a rush as it and a couple others sprang outward only to have one fly into the old mans mouth to get stuck in the back of his neck. Bullseye left through the front door with his sleeping drunken beauty over his shoulder in time to hear the old man fall off his stool and on the floor gasping for breath.

I not sayin that drinking is a good thing...aint a bad thing either but...we'll just say I got inspiration for this chapter after this weekend. 'hehe' But I didnt pass out! I can hold myself quite well thank you! though I did kinda have to get carried out for making too much noise...REVIEW!!!
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