"Hey Roxie." A familiar smooth voice called from the doorway. "Those cigarettes will kill you, ya know." "Yes I'm aware of what you think of my smoking habit, Niall." She retorted crisply. Niall, a brown haired green eyed boy that was only a couple of months older than herself, was her partner. Her Watson, so to speak.
“Yeah, that’d be nice,” Vaughn hummed.
“So you know, how about you change and we get a drink, huh?” Veronica asked with a grin.
“Mm, that does sound nice..” he said slowly.
(Is it bad that I want to ship them? Like, Vaughn and Roxie? Would that be weird?)
"Come on, you need to let this stuffy room clear out before you start hacking up a lung." He grinned his signature sly smirk that made any girl that came across him melt. Well, except for Roxie. It didn't faze her. She sighed. "Fine." "That's my girl. Let's go, I'm getting you a drink whether you like it or not." He grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of the station, heading for the local bar.
(Nah of course not lmao, it is a one on one, so the plan was that they would get together)
Vaughn had shooed his foster sister out of the room before getting changed. He put a fresh button up, suit jacket, and pair of slacks on before steppinf out of the back room, combing his fingers through his hair. As much as he wanted to stay in instead, he knew Veronica wouldn’t give it up. “You are going like that?” Veronica asked.
“What’s wrong with it?” He asked, frowning as he looked down at himself.
“Mm, nothing..” she said slowly before grinning again. “Now come on, lets go! Get your fake ID so we can leave.”
After collecting his things, he walked out of the station with Veronica and went to her car. They got in and headed to the local bar.
Niall pulled her inside as she fixed herself from work to relaxing. She pulled her hair out of its usual bun, letting it fall into the slightly curly waves that just reached her shoulders and girls melted over. She applied a light pink lip gloss and a slight smile that guys would kill to have pointed at them.
Once arriving, Veronica and Vaughn got out of the car. She tugged him inside excitedly, and they slid into bar stools. “So.. How was work today?” She asked with a small laugh.
One of Vaughn’s rare, faint smiles formed. “It was alright. A bit messy, but not much trouble,” he said slowly. They ordered their drinks, and he tipped back the strong liquid.
"Wait, Niall, that's him." She pointed to the figure she'd seen earlier that day. "Really? Him? He seems trustworthy. Which automatically means he isn't." "Exactly."
Veronica laughed a bit. “Well look at you. Saving families one bastard at a time!” She hummed, giving his shoulder a nudge. Vaughn chuckled at her enthusiasm before he tipped his drink back.
"I'll talk to him." "Don't die, Ni." "No promises." He winked and took the seat next to Vaughn. "Gin and tonic." He never ordered anything too alcoholic.
Vaughn glanced over at the man who sat next to him before turning back to Veronica. “How was your day?” He asked her.
“Oh god, it was amazing. Had a good day at work, got some chick’s number,” she laughed loudly.
Niall didn't say anything, just listened and watched out the corner of his eye.
Vaughn chuckled and smiled softly at her. “You like her?” He asked.
“Eh, not sure. Might just be a hookup,” Veronica responded, sipping her glass of bourbon.
Roxie slid into the seat next to Niall. "You got anything good?" "Not yet. Hold your horses."
Vaughn gad glanced over again, tensing up when he noticed the same woman frmo before. He quickly went back to paying attention to Veronica. “She’s just not my type, you know?” She asked, and he nodded his head, downing his whiskey. He ignored how it burned as it went down.
"I'll just take a whiskey." "Typical." "Hey, it's strong and it makes me feel something." She nudged him playfully.
Vaughn set down his empty glass. “You are going to get wasted if you keep up with that,” Veronica teased. “Maybe you should come back to our house.”
“I don’t want to bother your parents-“
“Our parents, Vaughn. Your foster parents. We all wish you would come back, you know.”
He gave a sigh. “Yeah I know, but I’m better off alone.”
"He sounds like you." "I will not hesitate to slap you." "But he does!" "I know!"
“Oh come on. You’re full of bullshit,” Veronica accused.
“I’m not, I don’t feel lonley,” Vaughn stated.
“Well you barely call me. Who do you talk to, huh?” Her voice lowered. “Those little voices?”
Vaughn scoffed. “No, they just tell me things to do.. I don’t hear them all the time.”
“Not the point. You need to come home, and you need to take your meds.”
She downed her whiskey quickly. "I'm not sure what's going to kill you faster, the cigarettes or the whiskey addiction." "I don't drink as much as I smoke." "So the cigarettes. When you get lung cancer and die, don't blame me."
“I am taking my meds,” Vaughn grumbled.
“Bullshit, Vaughn!” Veronica exclaimed. “I call bullshit! You are so unstable!”
"Vaughn! That's his name! I knew it!" She whispered to herself. "Calm down, just listen you drunk." She rolled her eyes, ordering another whiskey.
Vaughn huffed as he ordered another drink. “Yeah, whatever. I can’t help it.”
“You could go back to therapy. See Dr.Willard. You like them.”
“Yeah, but it’s pointless.”
"Are you actually going to drink that or are you just going to nurse it?" "I don't drink, believe it or not." "Then why'd you get anything?"
Veronica had decided to quit arguing and she looked at the tow by Vaughn. She almost choked on her drink when she recognized who the woman was. “Oh fuck me!” She exclaimed, almost a bit too loud. Vaughn’s eyes widened a bit as he looked at Veronica.
"Is that an exclamation or a request?" Roxie chuckled to herself. Niall kicked her ankle under the stool.
Vaughn gave Veronica a look, so she quickly cleaned up her act. “Request, gorgeous,” she purred with a sultry look, blowing some of her pink hair from her face. Vaughn face palmed as he huffed.
Roxie just rolled her eyes turning her attention back to Niall. "I think we're been spotted." "We've been sitting here for how long?"
Veronica giggled and sipped her drink. “You are terrible,” Vaughn huffed.
“No, I don’t think so,” Veronica chirped.
(If I'm ever not on after school from about 2:20 to 4:45, I'm at play practice.)
"Right, should we get going?" "Nah, I'm staying here." "Seriously?" "As a heart attack."
(Alright)
Veronica and Vaughn continued to drink. They stayed and chatted to themselves. Vaughn was feeling uneasy eventually. He should stop, he probably would have to take Veronica home. She was wasted.