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Ok, so maybe Mac was a little drunk. But she was having fun! It had been a couple of weeks since their sleepover at the Grand and she was having fun with Dick Casablancas… ok that was weird. But good weird? Or just weird weird? Whatever, three beers in, she really didn't care.
Back at the hotel the night she had stayed over Mac had finally managed to calm down and told Dick she was good by herself, that she wanted to do this by herself, so he had left her to it – keeping the door open of course, just in case. "Don't even think about peeking," she had yelled after him.
They had had a yummy breakfast with basic pleasantries, but she hadn't talked to Dick since she dropped him off at home that afternoon and left to spend the rest of the apartment lock out with her parents, thanks to a surprise call from her mom. Not that it was strange for her not to see Dick, since they didn't see each other regularly anyway, but enough time had passed that she was afraid it might be awkward. Tonight they had both come out to celebrate Veronica's latest spy victory – resulting in both jail time for a super creep and a fat check – but surprise, surprise, Logan and Veronica had taken off early. Wallace had disappeared shortly after on the tail of some cute girl and she and Dick were left holding full drinks.
Mac gave Dick a disbelieving look from across the booth, "No, you are so SO gonna lose! There is no way that you can get that girl to third base in this bar. Both gross and undoable. You must be wasted because you have clearly lost your mind."
"Oh sweet, innocent, sweet Mac." He shook his head. "My little grasshopper. Let me teach you the ways of loose women." He leaned in conspiringly as she let out an exasperated sigh. "I have studied these creatures for years… YEARS." He forced her to look into his eyes and she smiled patiently. "The low cut top, shiny lip gloss, the let's make it look accidental whale tail… yes, all the tell-tale signs of… desperation." He lowered his voice on the last word.
Mac rolled her eyes. "I can't wait to see this fail." Dick just gave her a huge grin and headed over to the girl who had been their topic of conversation for the last few minutes.
Mac gave him a few minutes and she had to admit, blondie whale tail was not ignoring him… still, what kind of girl would seriously hook up with a strange guy she just met in a bar? Hmmm… maybe that kind. She walked over and leaned against a nearby wall where she could overhear some of the conversation but she could only see Dick's face.
"Wow, that's cool. So how long have you been driving that?"
"About 6 months, it really is about time to upgrade." Mac's eyes rolled back in her head. Do girls really fall for this shit?
"Wait so, what did you say your name was?"
"I didn't sweetheart, you'd remember. I'm Dick, Dick Casablancas." He flashed that mega-watt smile and winked at her. Or was that for Mac? This time she made sure Dick could see her eye roll. He looked back at the girl and Dick's face changed, like he was confused by blondie whale tail's expression.
"Like as in that guy that killed a bunch of people Casablancas?" Dicks face went slack, his color a little pale. The girl started to back away from him but he didn't even notice, he turned to look at Mac. The word desperate came to her mind. "I just saw the whole thing on TV like last week!"
E! True Hollywood Stories had done an updated Echolls episode featuring not just Aaron's trial, but also Logan's most recent murder accusation. Thanks to Gia Goodman's involvement, the bus crash had gotten it's own special mention.
"How do you even like, live with that? That is so messed up." The girl looked at him with shock and anger. "You must be like, so embarrassed to even live here."
"Ok, you need to walk away now." Mac's voice was quiet but her eyes were shooting daggers as she walked up to Dick and took his arm.
"What?" the girl continued. "I'm just saying that it must really suck to share genes with a—"
"Seriously. Walk. Away."
The girl made a nasty face at Mac and departed in a huff. Mac turned to look at Dick, who still seemed stunned. "Dick, forget about it, she doesn't know shit about you, she doesn't know shit about Cassidy, not about anything. Forget it."
Dick swallowed and pulled away from her, walking to the bar. "Two whiskey shots please." He sat down and waited for the drinks. He grabbed one and Mac took the other as soon as they were delivered. He gave her a disgruntled look, "Two more whiskey shots please." He downed the first one and the second in quick succession, waiting for her to catch up.
"Maybe we should call it a night, Dick," she suggested softly.
Dick rubbed his eyes and let his head rest between his hands. "Yeah, maybe… fuck no," he rubbed his eyes harder, "Ronnie and Logan will be doing who the fuck knows what and I just can't deal with them tonight, you know?" He looked at Mac pleadingly, like it was important she understand. She did. Sleeping was going to be tough after that without some more help from Dick's good friend Jack. "Wanna grab a cab to the Grand and play video games?"
Mac gave him an exasperated look. "C'mon Dick, I know you can afford it but it is ridiculous to go rent a suite just to play games. My place is safe now and clearly no one is home so we can go there and play." And I even have a little more whiskey if that's what it takes to get some shut eye, she thought.
"Your place? That sounds good…." He tried to give her his famous leering grin but only managed a sad smile.
"Don't go getting all excited. You will be sleeping on the couch," Mac told him firmly. He upgraded the sad smile to a hopeful smirk.
"Exciting things can happen on a couch."