Veronica watches the elevator doors slide shut at an excruciatingly slow pace. She wills herself to stop sobbing.
Logan watches Veronica through the panel of space the doors haven't yet covered. He wishes he could remember last night.
Kendall stands there, a smirk on her face.
With a bing the elevator doors shut and begin their descent. Veronica remembers every word too clearly. Epic.
Logan strains to think back. He remembers champagne. A lot of champagne. And then waking up sandwiched in Kendall's cleavage. How stupid could he have been? Answer: extremely. Logan is no stranger to blurry nights that end with awkward mornings, and various situations that have been helped along with copious amounts of alcohol and result in him turning up at the school dance with no pants for example.
Veronica remembers the uncomfortable elevator ride last night. She would exchange eternity stuck in an elevator with Madison Sinclair then what she is experiencing right now. The thing is, she should be over this. But she always lets herself fall for the boys who make romantic gestures, say that that things will be forever. (True love stories never end). Right now, Veronica would give anything to have this stop. Forever seems like a long time.
Logan is one second away from running to the elevator and trying to catch Veronica in the lobby, sweat pants and all. But the light in the hallway blinds him, and his hangover returns in full force. His stomach turns and he rushes to the bathroom to throw up.
Veronica steps out of the elevator into the lobby. Just one more thing she needs to push to the back of her mind.
Logan steadies himself. Just one more thing he will need to hate himself for.