So. And update. More Weevil, Wallace, and Felix, with a special appearance from Jackie.

What Veronica Doesn't Know

"So…Veronica doesn't know about his place?"

"Nope."

"Are you sure? I swear, girl's got fingers in places that ain't nobody's business."

"You'd know, wouldn't you, cholo?"

"Shut up, Felix. That's racist."

"Not if I'm Mexican. It's only racist if some blonde bitch says it."

"Ok, that was racist. Wallace, when you said you had a special night planned, I didn't think you meant hanging out with your—friends." A pointed glare.

Weevil grinned. "I like your girlfriend, Wallace. She's got spunk. Janette, was it?"

"Jackie." Jackie switched her glare to him, "I've heard things about you."

"From our favorite blonde-haired P.I., I'm sure you have," the big ex-PCH leader drawled, "Which brings me back to the topic of tonight. Are you sure she doesn't know about this place."

"Positive." Wallace stretched, working out the soreness in his neck. Jackie helped him, digging her thumbs into his shoulderblades. Wallace moaned. "Oh, that's good, baby."

"I hope that's not what you say in bed," Felix snarked, "Last time I checked, that's her line." He jerked a thumb, then withered under Jackie's hot glare. "Sorry."

"Better be," Jackie snapped, "Wallace, next time we hang out with your friends, make sure it's the decent ones."

"Yes, ma'am," Wallace said, then pouted as the massaging hands were removed and Jackie huffed. "Just kidding, babe. Love you." When that didn't get the hands back, he glanced at her face. Shit. She wasn't happy. He could tell by the almost visible smoke emerging from her ears.

"So," Weevil broke the silence, "Not that your lack-of-conversation is awkward, but really, Fennel. How do you know that Veronica doesn't know about this—" he paused, apparently unable to come up with a name for the place. "—lovely establishment?"

"Better question," Wallace settled back in his seat, "Why do you want to know?"

If he'd been expecting a guilty twitch, or a confession of some sort, he was disappointed. Weevil merely shrugged. "Well, seeing that your lady friend and yourself aren't exactly the best at, well, talking to each other, I thought I'd help you out. V's always an interestin' topic."

"Yeah, about that," Jackie inserted, "Where is Veronica, anyway? I thought she was meeting us here."

Wallace shrugged. "That's how I knew she didn't know about this place. I told her to meet us at 'The Room.'"

There was a silence. Then, Felix started laughing. "You're a moron, dude. You really think she's going to think of this place just by saying 'The Room?'" He slapped one knee, "You're a bigger idiot than the dude who married Kardashian!"

Wallace gave him a wounded glare. "Listen, maybe you don't understand, but Veronica and I have this thing—"

"Hey, I have to agree with my boy there," Weevil said, chuckling, "Even with your whole BFF telepathic thing, there's no way V's going to know this is what you meant. She's probably at some other 'Room,' pissed as hell and ready to collect your balls when you show up tomorrow."

Wallace went white, but Jackie rolled her eyes. "You guys are being overdramatic," she told them. "I've seen Veronica angry, and she really isn't that bad."

The boys exchanged glances. Wallace placed a gentle hand on his girlfriend's shoulder. "Jackie," he said, "I love you. But some threats you really don't understand. Veronica's angry is Veronica trying to control her temper, or, worst case-scenario, completely aware that she's losing control. Veronica pissed, on the other hand—"

"Transforms her into a fireball of pixie-blonde scariness." Felix finished, "She broke my bike. With her fist. It was awesome. Totally freaky, but awesome." He whistled, "Take that much power, aim it at your jewels—man, doesn't look good."

Wallace shivered. "It was good knowing you guys."

Jackie rolled her eyes for what was probably the fifth time that night, and counting. She placed a hand protectively over his crotch. "Don't worry, baby," she crooned, "I'll protect you. I like your balls."

Weevil and Felix exchanged a look of disgust as the couple kissed. And kept kissing. When Jackie started moaning as Wallace demonstrated exactly why she liked that part of his physique, Weevil grabbed a gawking Felix and pulled him away.

Thelma watched them go, then eyed the couple in Booth 2. "Young love," she sighed, "How adorable."

Outside, Felix glanced at Weevil. "So, you really think blondie doesn't know about this place?"

Weevil snorted. "Not a chance. She's probably got it wired. Or connections with the boss. Or something."

Far away, Veronica Mars grinned as she sat in her room, listening in on their conversation through the chip she'd placed in Felix's biker gloves three months back. "They know me so well," she thought smugly, "It's almost gratifying."