A/N: You'll meet some OC's here, too. Filler characters to round out the guest list. One of the OC's though is a name I heard from the season 2 finale, "Not Pictured," the graduation scene. So, the name does belong to Rob Thomas, her backstory is mine alone though. You'll figure out the character I'm talking about soon. This has been an exciting couple weeks for Marshmallows! I hope you all enjoyed our movie as much as I did. Again, this was started before the movie came out so it's not exactly movie cannon compliant, it follows the structure of my Road series of stories a little closer, but I may have borrowed a few things from our movie. This takes place after they graduated from Hearst College. The year is 2010. Yup, a period piece. Thank you for reading, following, favorite-ing, and of course thank you to those who reviewed! Enjoy!

Chapter 2—Found!

Parker was spread out on the large brown faux suede sectional sofa joking with her sister and cousin. She was drinking what she suspected was probably her 5th glass of champagne, though truthfully, she'd quit counting. She looked up and saw Mac and Veronica coming through the front door.

In her excitement, Parker jumped up off the couch so fast she almost spilled the contents of her glass in the process. "Mac! Veronica! You guys made it. You're the last ones to arrive, but I'm so happy you made it," she shrieked in joy. She didn't say it, but the word finally was heavily implied.

Parker got up, making her way to Mac and Veronica. They shared a group hug.

"Yeah, well, I had my doubts we'd ever get here. It was an educational trip, to be sure," Mac stated.

"Educational?" Parker asked. She grabbed Mac's hand and pulled her toward the couch, Veronica followed.

"Yes, very educational. We learned many things, like just because you check your bag with the airline, it doesn't mean it will be on the same flight you are. We learned that cell phones should never be packed away in a suitcase. Finally, whatever you do never EVER trust internet directions," Mac clarified as she took a seat on the couch. "It was a very edifying experience."

Mac sat between Parker and Veronica. From the phone that was still clutched in her hand, she scrolled through the menu then fired off a quick text to Dick. It was just a quick "I arrived safe and sound," message. Immediately her phone pinged to let her know she had a reply. She skimmed Dick's text (sext!), shook her head but didn't take the time to answer back. She tossed the phone on the coffee table in front of her, focusing entirely on catching up with Parker and meeting the other girls.

"Hey, now, I've checked bags lots of times and never before did it get misplaced by the airlines," Veronica defended.

"Lots of times?" Mac echoed. "You've flown, what, twice?"

"Counting today, it's actually been three times," she corrected.

"So, of those three times you've flown, they've only misplaced your bags once?"

"Yes."

"So that means 1/3 of the time they've managed to lose your bags. Do you think that's a good statistic? Should they base an ad campaign off of that statistic?"

"Sounds like good odds to me," Veronica volleyed back. "More than half the time my bags actually end up getting to their final destination."

"If you think that's good odds, well, for your sake I hope they don't require any stats class for law school," Mac said, then blushed. She clapped a hand over her mouth. "Shit, Vee. Sorry!"

"Law school?" Parker inquired, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm not sure yet, I'm mulling over lots of options," Veronica said quickly. She shook her head at Mac, making it clear she'd handle the inevitable questions. However, before anything else could be said on the subject, a tall blonde girl who looked like an older version of Parker placed a tray of mini spinach quiches on the table in front of them and gracefully sat down next to the bride. She was grateful for the interruption.

"Which one of you is Mac?" The newcomer said.

"I am. I don't even have to ask who you are. I know which genes are dominant in the Lee family," Mac said. She extended her right hand. "You must be Paige."

"In the flesh. I've heard so much about you, Mac; it's nice to have a face with the name. Thank you for taking such great care of my baby sis." Paige said reaching out to grab a quiche. She blew on it and popped the entire thing in her mouth.

Mac felt her cheeks heating up. She looked down at the floor, suddenly fascinated by her faded black Chuck Taylors, as though they carried the secrets of the universe. All these years later and she never had been able to reconcile what had thought of as her role in what happened to Parker in their dorm room the first week of their freshman year at Hearst. Logically, of course, Mac knew she wasn't to blame, that lay entirely on Mercer and Mo, but she'd always felt she failed Parker. Her ruminations were interrupted by Vee squeezing her hand in reassurance, one of the only people in the world who rode the same guilt train she did. Mentally shaking off the dark turn her mood had taken, she remembered her manners. "It's nice meeting you as well. This is our other friend, Veronica."

"Aw, yes, the famous Veronica Mars. I've heard a lot about you, too."

"Infamous," Mac and Parker corrected simultaneously. Then turning to face each other said again at the exact same time, "jinx."

Ignoring Mac and Parker, Veronica looked at Paige and replied quickly, "whatever you heard, I didn't do it." She held up her right hand as though taking an oath. Then she put it down and reached out to grab a mini quiche, it smelled too good to resist.

Parker and her sister laughed at Veronica's denial.

"I was just going to say help yourself," Paige started.

"You never have to offer with Veronica around, if there's food she'll find it," Mac interjected, smiling at the slap Veronica bestowed on her hand for her treasonous remark.

"Paige also has a few other appetizers in the oven, they should be ready soon. I think there's even some wheatgrass vegan concoction, just for you Mac. Anyway, grab a glass, and start drinking. You all have a lot of catching up to do," Parker said.

"Thanks," Mac said. She grabbed two plastic flutes off the table and picked up an open bottle of champagne, pouring a liberal amount in each glass. She handed one to Vee, before taking a big sip from her cup.

"Oh, Mac, so you're the token vegan. I was emailed several pages of instruction on your care and feeding," Paige teased.

"That's me, a freak ball vegan, as my mom says. Thank you. You didn't have to do that, I could have stocked up at that grocery store we passed at least 50 times on our drive over." Mac smirked at the grumpy look Veronica gifted her with. "Yes, 50 times," she repeated. "Maybe even 60." She shrugged.

"You exaggerate," Veronica addressed Mac. Then turning to Parker she explained, "well, okay, I did turn around a couple of times looking for Lake Vista Road, but it wasn't anywhere close to 50 times."

"There's no Lake Vista Road," Parker said, looking inquisitively at her sister. "Is there?"

"Nope."

"I know, and that was our problem," Mac clarified. "It's called Route 55 in the real world."

The entire group, 12 ladies in total, sat around the large living room drinking champagne and eating canapés, vegan and carnivorous. To speed up introductions, Parker said the name, and then gave a quick spiel about everyone in the room. Mac did a double take at the girl Parker announced as Hadley Klein.

"Hadley? Wow, I didn't know you and Parker knew each other." Mac said.

"We had a few education classes together," Hadley explained.

Veronica flashed a questioning look at her friend. Mac smiled back in understanding. "Veronica, do you remember Hadley? She went to Neptune High with us. She was one our ranks."

"Ranks?" Veronica asked, confused.

"I'm from the '02 side of the tracks," Hadley explained. "I knew you, of course, the famous Veronica Mars. I didn't even know you weren't an '09'er until our sophomore year."

"None of us did," Mac interjected before Veronica could say anything.

"Neptune, where Hearst College is, is very classist," Parker explained to the rest of her family and friends. "The 09-zip code is where the Richie rich live, while the 02-zip code is where the…"

"Poor folk live," Veronica finished.

"Our people," Mac explained, "we're from the right side of the wrong side of the tracks. In fact, maybe that should be a slogan used by Neptune's tourism bureau."

"My high school was much more evenly spread-out economics-wise," Cee-Cee said, tucking an errant strand of dark brown hair behind her ear. "Park and I went to school together in Lakewood, outside Denver, it's pretty solidly middle class."

"There's not a lot of class warfare where I teach in inner-city Denver," Amy added. She was an English teacher.

As the throw away remark on the war between the socio-economic classes in Neptune waged a heated conversation between all the guests Mac grabbed the last sautéed mushroom cap and then followed that up with a sip of champagne. A woman she thought was named Azure started talking about her pottery shop in a more artsy section of Denver. She seemed to be trying to steer the conversation away from money and the age-old have's vs have nots. There seemed to be a nice blend of women from a variety of backgrounds, Mac was happy to note. No one seemed to be of the drama queen persuasion, which was a relief. Mac was fairly certain she couldn't take that on top of super fun bridesmaid's games.

Just as the remnants of the appetizers were being picked over, Paige jumped up to put the lasagnas in the oversized oven to reheat. Mac followed, taking her glass of champagne with her. They chatted as they set to work removing all three varieties of lasagna out of the fridge, taking off the aluminum foil and preheating the oven to 350 degrees.

The gourmet kitchen had brown granite countertops and stainless steel high end Wolf and Bosch appliances. There was an L shaped counter bar with ten barstools and a long table in the adjoining dining area with seating for an additional 12 people. It was close enough to the great room that Mac could hear the conversations of the rest of the guests.

Some cousin of Piz's, Deb or something like that was asking about law school. Veronica was trying to back pedal on the whole subject. Mac loved her, of course, she was her best friend, but sometimes she thought her friend got the strangest ideas about things. She didn't truly understand why Veronica's possible attendance at law school would be a state secret, especially since they barely knew anyone at the lake house. The only theory that could possibly somewhat explain things is if Veronica still hadn't told Logan. Mac had been the sole beneficiary of that covert piece of information for several months, Veronica was caught between not wanting to mess things up with Logan—a relationship that had drama in its very marrow—and wanting to have the best launch pad for her future career as was possible. Columbia had one of the better law programs in the nation and better yet, they were offering a full ride.

Mac's reverie was interrupted by Paige frantically calling her name. She looked up and saw Parker's sister trying to keep from dropping a heavy cut glass serving bowl. She stretched up on her tip toes, aware of the size difference between herself and the tall Lee sisters, and grabbed a hold of the bowl. Together they lowered it safely to the counter.

"I thought this bowl would class up the bagged salad," she explained.

"Good idea," Mac complimented, shaking out her right arm. That sucker was a lot heavier than it looked.

"I shudder to think how much it would have cost us to replace it if it had broken. Thank you for the assist."

"No problem, Paige. However, you would be in luck. Veronica and I know how to make evidence disappear."

"Well, you two are certainly handy to have around, I guess. Glad Park has such good connections."

The buzzer went off indicating the oven was preheated enough. They placed the three casseroles into the oven, reset the timer for thirty minutes and set to work emptying the bags of salad into the large bowl.

They went back out to the expansive living area as the lasagnas cooked. Everyone started sharing their first memories of Parker as they continued to drink champagne. As conversation went on around her, Mac looked out the wall of windows as the sun started descending behind the mountain peak and the sky started darkening. The last crimson rays thrown by the setting sun reflected off the lake. It was a truly a beautiful place to be spending the weekend.

Mac was surprised when the timer buzzed. Those thirty minutes passed quickly. Would it pass as quickly when they started playing some super fun party games? She was curious.

Everyone took a seat at the dining table; Mac was seated between Parker and Azure. Veronica and Cee-Cee set to work serving everyone a healthy portion of one the three types of lasagna. She blew on her spinach and mushroom vegan lasagna before taking a small bite.

Veronica sat across from Mac at the long table, CeCe (her serving partner) next to her. Veronica had served herself last so she could take 2 big pieces of the traditional meat lasagna without feeling guilty. She didn't have much real estate left on her plate, so she took a tiny serving of the salad. She raised an eyebrow at Mac's smirk upon seeing generous lasagna serving. Everyone had traded wine for champagne at that point. Parker and Hadley were the only ones drinking white wine, everyone else had switched to red.

As the group was finishing up their meal, Paige started outlining the plans for the super fun dress game. She'd bought three bridesmaids dresses at a thrift store and breaking down in three teams of four, everyone had to redesign their dress. Then, the group would vote on the winner at the end.

After dinner was done, everyone cleared off their plate and loaded it in the shiny stainless-steel dishwasher, so no one was stuck with clean up detail. Their activities director, Mac's private new nickname for Paige, decided they'd all take a 10 minute break before meeting downstairs in the game room to mutilate ugly old bridesmaid dresses.

After stopping by the coffee table in the living room to grab her cell, Mac retrieved her suitcase and laptop bag from its resting place by the door where she'd ditched it when they first got there almost three hours prior. Mac and Veronica set off downstairs to settle in their room before the super fun game started. Their bedroom was located off the game room, and it had one set of bunk beds and a private bathroom. Mac shut the door and tossed her bags on top of the long dresser. Veronica flopped down on the low bunk, already staking her claim.

"So, is that you planting your flag then? Whatever happened to voting?" Mac said, watching her friend's reflection in the mirror attached to the dresser. She looked back down and started scrolling through her texts; Dick had sent four while they were eating.

"Voting?" Veronica asked as though she'd never head that term before. "I'm sorry; you think this is a democracy? How wrong you are, pal. Besides, voting doesn't work real well with only two constituents."

"That's okay, the top bunk is fine," Mac acquiesced. "I'd probably have voted for the top one anyway. So, are your dress decorating skills properly sharpened these days?"

"About that, I say we be rebels with a very good cause and skip that particular activity."

"We might cause a mutiny," Mac argued.

"I'm willing to risk it. Have you ever seen me back away from a fight?"

Mac just laughed. The chime from her phone indicating she had an incoming text took her focus off of Veronica. She looked down, blushed a little, then gave a low chuckle. Then biting her lip, her fingers started flying as she composed a reply.

"Let me guess, Dick wants to know how to make microwave popcorn?"

"Yup, I told him to set the oven to 350." Mac joked. "No. It's a little more R-rated than that. He wants to know what I'm wearing. I text back a lace bra and feathers in my hair."

Veronica clapped her hands over her ears. "La, la, la. I don't need to hear your STEXTs to Dick. That's ten seconds of my life I'll never ever get back."

"Do I really need to list all the traumas I've experienced being in close quarters with you and Logan?" Mac inquired. She noticed, but didn't comment on the pained expression that flashed then shuttered across Vee's face at the mention of Logan.

"I don't begrudge you an active fantasy life, I would just prefer to choose ignorance. I'm rather good at that." Veronica said it in a breezy casual way hoping to hide away her deeper meaning.

Mac wasn't fooled. She put the phone back on the dresser and crossed the room. She flopped down at foot of the bottom bunk and stretched over to grab Veronica's hand but before any contact was made, Parker knocked once and then barged into the room without waiting for an invitation.

Mac involuntarily scowled at the interruption, she was about to try and pushVeronica to talk with her about what was bothering her and Parker ruined the moment.

Noticing the expression on Mac's face Parker started to back out of the room. "I was just coming to tell you all to stop hiding, if I'm forced to play super fun games; everyone has to play these super fun games, dammit. But obviously I'm interrupting something. You guys can join us when you're ready."

"We'll be ready to play as soon as the game is finished," Mac muttered.

"I heard that," Parker replied.

"Don't be silly, Park, you're not interrupting anything. We'll be right out. I wouldn't miss the game for anything, in fact now I can cross super fun dress game off my bucket list," Veronica snarked.

Mac threw Vee a confused look.

With one last glance at Veronica, Parker left the room, shutting the door softly behind her.

"Who are you and what have you done with Veronica? You were just talking about starting a mutiny and skipping said super fun games," Mac replied.

"That was just a temporary lapse," Veronica back peddled. "You know me; I'm nothing if not a joiner."

"Maybe if this were bizzarro world."

"Look, I came here, at your behest, to celebrate the end of Parker's single days. I know I'm not exactly Mary fucking sunshine right now, but we're out of Neptune now, so let's just leave it in the rearview mirror and participate in these super fun games."

Mac held her hands up in mock-surrender but didn't try to drill any more answers of Veronica. She got up from Vee's bed and then extended a hand to her friend to help haul her up, too.

"Let's go mingle," Mac said, saying the last word as though it were a dirty word. She detoured over to the dresser to grab her phone.

Veronica flashed her an irritated look. "Can't you go ten minutes without STEXT-ing Neptune's biggest man whore?"

"Reformed man whore, remember? He hasn't been one of those in three years, since I had him neutered," Mac corrected, "and no, probably not."

They walked out into the game room which dominated the downstairs. It was L-shaped and there were 3 bedrooms (including theirs) sprouting off of it.

The floors were a gleaming cherry wood, and there was a big black leather sectional sofa taking a large chunk of available real estate. A 70" TV was attached to the wall facing the couch. There was a fully-stocked wet bar, too. Bottles of champagne and red wine were lined up on the counter, along with a tall stack of disposable cups. Mac tried not to think about all the damage her weekend of frivolity was wreaking on the environment as she poured herself another glass of red wine in one of the red solo cups provided. She grabbed the black sharpie lying next to the champagne bottles and scrawled her name, so she'd at least be able to reuse the same glass the rest of the weekend.

The other half of the massive space was dominated by a large pool table and a selection of vintage arcade games including Pac-Man and Donkey Kong. Relics from the 80s.

All the girls were spread out on the sofa and on the floor. Large throw pillows were strategically placed around the room, providing a buffer from the hard floors.

Paige saw Mac and Veronica walk in and signaled that they should grab a pillow and sit. They did as they were instructed.

Paige once again started her little spiel on the rules of the super fun dress game, while Mia ran out of the room to grab the dresses. She came back quickly with 3 pink dresses draped over one arm and a big cardboard box full of ribbons, glitter paint, bows, hot glue guns, and other craft supplies.

"Pink taffeta? No way," someone muttered. Mac was just relieved that Parker had already ordered their bridesmaid's dresses and they were neither pink nor made of taffeta.

Paige divided them all in three groups of four. Mac was placed with Cee-Cee, Azure, and Mia. Cee-Cee volunteered to wear the dress. Veronica was with Paige, Amy, Hadley and Piz's cousin Deb.

Each group had just 5 minutes to decide how they wanted to redecorate their dress and to gather the necessary supplies. At the one minute mark it was a real feeding frenzy at the craft box as everyone frantically grabbed the lace and ribbons and fabric markers needed for their dress masterpiece. Sharks circling, Mac thought as she grabbed one end of a long strip of white lace. Meeting resistance, she looked up saw that Veronica was pulling on the opposite end of the same strip of lace. Their eyes met and they laughed.

"If our lips meet though, like Lady and the Tramp eating the same strand of spaghetti, I'm 'outta here," Veronica quipped.

"Oh, it's a bachelorette party weekend, that's a required activity," Mac joked.

"Says who?"

"Dick, of course."

"Of course, I didn't even need to ask that." Veronica said dryly, rolling her eyes.

Hadley was diving in the box too, and her hand stilled at the mention of Dick. "Casablancas?" she asked.

"Yes, the one and only. Mac and Dick have been dating since their sophomore year at Hearst," Veronica explained.

"How did I not know that? I'm not sure I would have predicted that coupling. But congrats," Hadley said.

Hadley's congrats sounded tentative to Mac, like maybe it wasn't a word she really thought was appropriate. Being that she only knew the high school version of Dick it would make sense that Hadley was confused by the idea of Mac and Dick, the tormented dating her tormentor was not a normal progression. Plus, the halls of Neptune High didn't see a lot of 02'er and 09'er mixed couplings, Veronica being the only real notable exception to that rule with her dating history with Duncan and Logan.

"Vegas odd makers wouldn't have predicted that pairing either," Veronica said. "But they actually make sense when you see them in person," she elaborated, loyally. "He's still an overgrown child, but it's less obvious than before."

Shooting a death glare at her friend, though honestly she couldn't truly disagree with the statement, Mac said defensively "Dick's had a lot of things to deal with the past few years, it made him more human, or rather I suspect it made it easier for him to show the softer side that's always been there."

"I say humanoid rather than human, but otherwise, yeah, maybe there's a little bit of truth to Mac's rather biased assessment of Dick," Veronica relented. "His healthy fear of me keeps him treating her right."

"They make a wonderful couple, almost on the same level as Piz and I," Parker added, putting her arm around Mac in solidarity. "Hey, I forgot to ask earlier, but what are Dick and Logan doing this weekend without their lovely girlfriends keeping them in line?"

"Beer, food, and video games, I think. Honestly I'm not sure of the order though," Mac answered. She looked to Veronica for confirmation and noticed her friend had slinked off to the bar. Was it at the mention of Logan or just for fortification to get her through the commencement of the super fun dress game? Mac didn't know, perhaps it was a ratio of both factors.

Veronica filled a solo cup to the brim with red wine, she didn't even check to see what type it was. It was alcohol, that's all she cared about, fuck; Boones Farm would have been acceptable in her mind. She took a big sip, knocking down about a fourth of it in one gulp. She looked up mid-chug to see Mac tracking her movements. She lifted the cup up in the air as a mocking salute before taking yet another sip.

"Alright ladies, time to decorate. You have fifteen minutes to recreate your masterpiece," Paige yelled.

Veronica slinked back to her group, cup in hand. She set it down and ignored the looks Mac kept flashing her direction. She grabbed the strip of lace she'd successfully wrested from Mac and handed it to Mia.

Amy, the English teacher from Denver, was their dress model. It only went down a little past her knees.

Mia took a pair of scissors from the 4th girl's outstretched hands and cut the lace into two pieces. Veronica grabbed a glue stick from their supply pile and ran glue over the back of both strips of lace. They ended up placing the lace along the top of the dress and along the bottom too. Next up was the glitter and then a string of black sequins.

Veronica tried to sneak a peek at Mac's group but Mac blocked the view on purpose.

The dress wearer in Mac's group—Cee-Cee—was much shorter than Amy, so the dress was almost floor length.

Azure was very crafty so Mac and the rest of the crew gladly let her do most of the work. They chatted as they sniped, and glued pieces of ribbon and bead work to the ugly pink dress.

"My mom is originally from the UK," Azure said, "though I was born and raised in Denver. She was telling me the other day they call bachelorette weekends a hen do."

"A pen do?" Cee-Cee asked.

"Hen do," Azure corrected. "Like the animal. Basically a hen party, a bunch of women together cackling like hens, I suppose."

"So, would the bachelor party equivalent be a cock-do?" Mac wondered. "That might be pretty fitting." She handed Azure another sting of beads, these were tiny gold ones made of glass. Mac liked how they refracted the light. They glued it so it made a zig-zag pattern across the front of the dress.

"Good question. I didn't ask about the term for a guy party, but we'll say the term cock-do works for our purposes."

"Parker is always teasing me about how I tend to mishear things," Cee-Cee explained, shyly. She blushed and looked down at her feet.

Changing the subject from hens, cocks and mishearing words, they started talking about the dresses they chose for Parker's upcoming wedding. Using the unifying color of various shades of purple, each bridesmaid chose their own style of dress. Mac had selected one in deep purple; it was floor length and had a plunging neckline, with a pleated bodice. After describing their dresses for Parker's wedding, they started swapping tales of nightmarish dresses from prior bridesmaid gigs. It made the time go quickly, and Mac had to admit some of her fears about Paige's super fun games had been unfounded. Well, this one at least, she mentally amended.

The timer that Parker's very organized, type-A personality sister had set rang and she shouted out for everyone to stop what they were doing.

All three models—Cee-Cee, Amy and Parker—did a little cat walk, showing off their newly redecorated tacky pink taffeta dress. Parker was the least inhibited of the three of them and she shook her booty and added an additional twirl at the end. Her group was the only one who cut the dress so it had morphed into a micro-mini style. They also glittered it up more than the other two groups combined.

It was a close race, but in the end Parker's group won. Everyone made their way to the bar to fill up their cups with wine or champagne, and then collapsed on the couch or the floor pillows. The topic of conversation Mac's group had started about tacky dress horror stories continued, and then they all tried to imagine a scenario where someone would have thought that the pink taffeta dresses were classy. Color blindness was one theory they bounced around.

Mac heard her phone ping from the bar where she'd left it for the duration of the super fun dress game. She dragged herself up from the pillow she'd flopped down on, and retrieved it.

The text read:

Dick: whose winning the extra VIRGIN olive oil wrestling? I've got my money on you, Scrappy-Do!

Mac laughed out loud and poured herself a refill of wine before replying.

Mac: what's the spread there, Shaggy?

In response to the questioning looks she'd received, Mac explained that her boyfriend had made a couple of suggestions of appropriate Hen-Do weekend activities, olive oil wrestling being his favorite.

"That sounds like the Dick Casablancas I know," Hadley said, then clapped a hand over her mouth like she hadn't meant to say it out loud.

"Leopard, spots, overnight," Veronica shorthanded, "Dick is still very much a work-in-progress. Mac is doing a fine job with his training though."

"Tell Dick we'll take his suggestion under advisement. If there's a freeze warning in hell we definitely will start rubbing oil on each other," Parker joked. She seemed to think that Mac looked a little hurt from Hadley's continual comments on the Dick Casablancas she knew from high school.

Finally putting dress nightmares aside, the group continued talking about their lives back home, and swapped stories on how they knew Parker. The alcohol continued to pour freely.

At one point Mia had queued up a John Hughes classic 80's movie, Some Kind of Wonderful, but it was mainly just background noise at that point. Though all talk stopped at the end when the main character, the geeky Keith, told his best friend, the tomboy Watts, played by Mary Stuart Masterson, that she "looked good wearing [his] future." That corny line was met with groans all around.

They decided to make a drinking game of the next 80s movie they put in the DVD player, Pretty in Pink. Every time someone was dressed in what passed for fashion in those days they had to drink. The other drinking criterion were the word "pink," and Duckie getting slapped.

It was after 11, and they were about thirty minutes into the movie. Mac decided she probably wouldn't make it past the half-way point at the rate everyone was drinking. They were on their 3rd bottle of champagne since the movie began. Mac was pretty sure at least one of the cases was depleted, and they weren't even one full day into their weekend stay.

Her attention was diverted from Molly Ringwald and her best friend Duckie by the pinging of yet another text. Reluctantly, she picked the phone up from its resting spot on the floor by her hand. She thought maybe Dick had thought of yet another clichéd slumber party activity for them to enact, but she opened up the message envelope anyway.

Dick: Logan finally arrived. He's a mess. What the FUCK did your bestie do to him this time?

Mac quickly replied back.

Me: Why do you always assume its Veronica's fault?

Dick: History, my dear, history.

Me: Veronica is not exactly forthcoming on the whole topic. Get Logan drunk, he'll spill.

Dick: True. He is the chick in the relationship. Well, get back to your pillow fight. Love you!

Me: Ditto on the love thing. Let me know what you find out. Over and out…

Veronica looked over at Mac texting furiously. She cocked her head.

"I guess your man is crying on Dick's shoulder, and brooding," Mac replied to the unasked question.

"Ah yes, Logan's default setting, broody," Veronica tried to whisper but her voice arched up. "I'm sure Dick is only too happy to join Logan's blame it all on Ronnie-game but do me a favor."

"Sure," Mac replied.

"Text one word to Dick, and hopefully he'll relay it to Logan."

"What?"

"Navy."

Mac raised a brow but did as she was told. Veronica promised to explain in detail later, but she wasn't going to waste the drinking game induced buzz on Logan. She tried to concentrate on the movie, but she kept waiting for the answering ping of her phone. Dick must be getting more of the story from Logan than she was from Veronica.

TBC…