Informal Bid

There are only a handful of girls left, Veronica, herself and three other girls, pretty and bright-eyed and fuelling up on caffeine like its their third day of residency.

"All right who has Dick?" She asks them pouring some soy milk into her own travel mug lifeline.

She didn't get much sleep last night. Sex dreams of Dick and gun ranges and Cassidy and paint had left her in a haze.

Today is the day this ends.

The girls all look at each other waiting for someone else to speak.

Great no one has him.

"That means some pi sigma has him..."

"It's no problem Mac-attack." One of the girls smiles brightly at her and it seems like way too much happy for before nine in the morning, but there's something strange about it.

She doesn't really find it irritating like she should.

"Yeah we've got some pi sigs, we'll get his target before lunch."

"Okay so Dick has me-"

"Yeah the entire Greek system knows."

"Ugh that's not what I meant Sarah." She looks at the brunette who'd spoken and is surprised with herself.

She knew her name?

She looks at the other two girls, Emily and Karri. God she knew all their names?

Christ she liked these girls. She looks over at Veronica who is smirking down into her cereal. She wonders if she knows that Mac doesn't exactly hate her for dragging her into this anymore.

"Okay so I have Veronica but I'll be spending the day having Dick chase me around so as soon as someone gets him call me." She pulls her phone out of her pocket and puts it on the country for them.

They happily put their numbers in and send themselves a message to have her number. She would normally never let anyone have her phone number but she's already given it to half the house already and Dick. Now that was something she never thought she'd do...it was right up there with having Dick get her off in a hall closet or giving a blow job at the gun range.

This game did weird things to her. She looks down at the Theta sweater wrapped around her, white with blank letters and wonders if it's really just that she has a plastic gun in her waist band or if it has more to do with the Greek letters on her back.

Sarah, Emily and Karri head out leaving her alone with Veronica.

"Its okay I like them too, for the most part." She tells Mac and she wonders if it's just written all over her or if maybe Veronica just knows her.

"Is this why you hate Nish?"

"Partly."

Veronica lifts her bowl to her mouth and drains it of all that cereal flavored milk before she puts it in the sink.

"Y'all ready for this?" She asks putting her hands up in the air and proceeding to lay down some terrible beats.

She laughs all the way to the porch, "you should never do that again."

"Wha! Are you denying my mad skills?"

It's so easy to forget that before everything that happened junior year Veronica had been on her way to this exact kind of life. A sweet happy girl in a sorority at Stanford.

Mac had been different too but the change she'd undergone doesn't feel so obvious but then again no one really knew her before Veronica needed computer help anyway.

"I like it here." She whispers to Veronica whose face softens.

"You can stay." She whips her head around and Dana is leaning against the house eyes narrowed across the lawn to Chip and Dick.

"What?"

Dana pulls her attention away from trying to burn a hole through Chips head.

"We like you too Mac. I've talked with the other girls on the council and we've come to the decision that if we win this game we will be giving you an informal out of season bid." She smirks a little, "after all, all the necessary forms are all ready filled out."

"If I win..."

"If we win."

She feels all at once heavy and light.

"You don't have to decide now..." Dana looks down at the worn wooden planks of the porch.

"I don't have to learn some secret hand shake do I?"

"You sure do." Dana smiles and its infectious.

"You're sure you even want me? I'm a weird vegan that likes foreign films and computers and I'm kind of mean...and I'm not very popular..."

Veronica snorts at this, "Mac you do know that there was a fist fight at the pi house over you right?"

"Dick doesn't count. We have history..." She looks at Dana, "You're sure."

"We like you Mac and we don't care what happened to you before you got here. We like you. Voyeurism and all."

"I swear that's a new development." She chooses not to focus too much on the fact that Dana and possibly everyone know exactly what history she and Dick share.

"It's almost nine you guys had better book it I really don't want to have sex with Chip tonight."

All girls grimace at that, no one should have to deal with that.

She and Veronica make their way out of Greek row.

"You call me if he gets you. You know sometime between the arguing and the hot sex?"

"I'll call you." She rolls her eyes, she turns back to look at Dick still on the porch. He's talking to Chip but his eyes are following her.

She stops, stares at him and waits just outside of the safe zone.

She sends him a message.

I'm not wearing any underwear

She watches him pull his eyes away from her to check his phone.

She makes sure by the time he looks up she's no longer in view.

She is out of breath and out of coffee.

Leaning against the rough brick of the Administration building she tries desperately to pull some oxygen back into her lungs.

Dick means business.

He's been on her heels for hours.

Her phone vibrates against her hip and taking a quick look around she pulls it out of her pocket.

Dick.

Fuck

She had been hoping for one of the girls to let her know that they had gotten his target but it was just yet another text message from him.

You look tired. This can be over if you just let me take you out.

He must be in range, he keeps sending her messages when he can see her, its such an obvious tell but it's like he can't stop himself.

She pushes down the burning feeling in her lungs and legs and pushes away from the wall, running towards the next bit of cover.

Once there she replies to his message.

Are you asking me out on a date Casablancas?

"Maybe."

She looks up at the sound, Dick is standing with his gun aimed at her chest.

"Hands up Mackenzie." The smirk that pulls across his face is far more appealing than it has any right to be.

She follows his orders, twisting her arm to see the face of her watch.

Too early.

Her eyes dart around the area. She could definitely make it into the Library building. She knows what kind of shot he is. It was totally doable.

She needs to keep him going after her as long as possible because she had this feeling if he got his paint on her he'd carry her to his bed, tie her there and go after Veronica rather than immediately claiming his prize.

She smirks at him and watches with a certain amount of joy as he falters, the gun dropping ever so slightly.

"What?"

"I was just thinking..."

"About what?"

"How good you taste." the gun drops a little more and his eyes darken and it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what he's thinking about.

She darts towards the relative safety of the building laughter bubbling up out of her, she can hear him swearing as he takes chase.

She barrels through the library going for the second floor emergency exit she and Veronica found by 'accident', let him search the library for a little while, she had a bid to win and a young women's virtue to protect.

Plus she was far more interested in seeing Dick strain against that rope than testing her own skills.