Courtney (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} tradegy_solace) wrote,@ 2006-05-07 17:01:00 |
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[mood|
angry]
[music| Irrelevant - Breathing Flame, Blackened Tongue]
TITLE: Erase
AUTHOR:tradegy_solace
PART: (4/?)
RATING: Hard R
PAIRINGS/CHARACTERS: Veronica/Logan/Weevil/Lilly
WORD COUNT: 1,219
SPOILERS: 2x20 hasn't occured but otherwise all of season 2
SUMMERY: The POV's of Logan, Veronica, Weevil and Lilly.
DISCLAIMER: Yeah I don't own it.
NOTES: I have had a bad day. So forgive me if this isn't up to scratch. I have spent the best part of the day trying to find out how to post a header on my journal... which BTW I still don't know how to do. So if anyone, out of the kindness of their hearts, wants to put me out of my misery. Help would be welcomed with possible slavery contracts.
I would also like to point out that I suck at the snark. In case you hadn't noticed.
PART FOUR: TASTE YOU
There was a knock at his door again. Logan Echolls was getting really sick of people knocking on his door. There was a slight period of time when no one was knocking on Logan's door and the silence became some sort of a solace for him. Just the silence and the alcohol.
It's Weevil again, Logan leans on the doorframe, hand still on the doorknob, blocking Weevil from entering.
"You people are starting to annoy me. Shoo fly." He slurs lazily.
"Man... I'm annoying? You're fucken king of annoying. Look I've had a bad day and I'd love to go home but apparently that’s not possible right now so if it doesn’t bother your lordship, I’m going to come in."
Logan waves him in. "I didn't know you had enough brain cells to piece that little speech together. I must commend you."
"Shut up Echolls."
"God you really are having a bad day? Tell me what happened? Did your whore realize that you got kicked out of the gang and dump you?"
The glare that Weevil directed at Logan than was nothing short of a death warrant. Logan smirked. He wasn't stupid enough to sign it.
Weevil collapsed on the couch and stared at the black TV screen in a type of catatonia. After five minutes Logan fidgeted a bit.
"Ok, you're freaking me out with the moody glare thing you’re doing. Not that it’s really out of the ordinary but hey, what's up?"
"You don't want to know."
Logan grinned. "Oh but I do." He lounges back on the couch, still grinning. "You know... if it's woman issues I'm always open to offering advice."
"If you know anything about woman that I don't know than... well... it's just crazy." Weevil finished lamely.
"What did she do to you man? You should never let a woman bring you down so low."
Weevil closed his eyes with frustration.
"You know Echolls, I really don't want to talk about it."
"Sure you do."
"Fine..." Weevil snapped. "You wanna know what? I kissed your ex girlfriend... and no not Lilly... I'm talking about Veronica. That's right. I just kissed Veronica Mars."
Then he froze. "Oh my God... I just kissed Veronica Mars."
Logan grinned sardonically. "Maybe you should fuck her and get it out of your system." He picks up a glass tumbler with a shot of whiskey and tossed it back. "God knows... Veronica needs a good lay."
He refilled the tumbler with more of his good friend, Johnnie Walker. Yup... he really hated people knocking on his door.
*****
Eli Navarro wasn't happy that Logan got himself blind drunk without him even noticing. He really wasn't happy about how he was acting either and he really had no idea what to do with a completely an utterly wasted Logan Echolls.
At first... Eli was a bit confused. He thought that the psychotic jackass could hold his liquor. It wasn't until Eli found the second empty bottle of Johnnie Walker that he realized, Echolls really could hold his liquor. Eli doubted if he would even be conscious after that amount of alcohol.
Logan Echolls was... although, he definitely wasn't coherent and Eli just had no idea what to do. He had no experience with the blind, legless drunk. If this was one of his gang then he might have just left him to fend for himself but Echolls had already smashed one vase and two glasses and Eli just couldn't get that image of Logan standing on the bridge that time out of his head.
There was only really one person he could call.
"Hey V, can I get some help?" He says once she answers the phone.
"What have you done this time and how much bail money do you need?" It's nice to know that she never lost her sense of humor.
"I'm at Echolls penthouse, err, he's a tad drunk..."
*****
"Heeeeeeeeeeeeeyyy!!! Izz zat Ronnniiiie?" Veronica Mars hears through the phone. Then "Heeeyyy... Ronnnniiiee... I looooooooooooovvve you... I wreckon Weeevil luuuuuuuurves you too!"
There's the sound of Eli trying to wrestle the phone from Logan with a "Give me that you idiot." A cackling laugh that had to be Logan and finally Eli returns to the phone.
"Sorry bout that..."
"A tad drunk? A TAD DRUNK???" Veronica exclaims.
"Hmmm, yeah."
"Ok... um... make sure he doesn't smash anything and I'll be there as soon as I can."
Hanging up, Veronica thanked who ever it was that the universe was entitled to for making sure her father was out somewhere in Las Vegas chasing a bail jumper that night.
Grabbing a jacket and keys she headed out and over to the Grand.
By the time she gets there it's silent outside the door. She takes that as a good sign and turns the handle; it's not locked... not surprising somehow.
Eli's on the couch. He's a got a cushion over his face, his arms crossed over his chest. There's a smash from somewhere further into the suite. Eli doesn't move an inch. Veronica just raises an eyebrow.
Then Logan's there.
"ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNIII
Once Logan returns her to the ground he wobbles a bit. "Gee... a biiitt tooo muuch too drinkkk." Then he giggled. Actually giggles.
"He's wasted." Veronica says in slight wonder.
"Wow Mars, and here I was thinking you were quick." Eli says.
"Yeahh Maaaars." Logan retorts in a sign song voice.
Then he's gone again. The sound of dry heaving floating out from the open bathroom door that he disappeared into.
Veronica still stands in shocked silence just over the threshold of the suite, the doors still open beside her.
"It's going to be a long night right?" Eli snarks to her left.
*****
Lilly Kane once thought that life was short and she was going to go out in style having as much fun as was possible.
Oh yeah she'd done that. She'd fucking gone out with a bloody marble ashtray to the fucken skull. Great way to die. With all that blood and mess. But at least there was a fuss. Lilly was a great fan of fuss. Everyone had known she had died. But despite being Lilly and having fuss and having a fucken hole in the head all those people at the memorials and funerals and all the tears and half smiles and forgotten words of remorse really didn't make Lilly Kane feel all that better about being dead.
And now... with her murderer behind bars, her ex boyfriend drunk in his Neptune Grand penthouse, her brother half way across the country with the little pink pastel plush baby named after her, her best friend in confusion between the two boys that she had once played and that secret affair boy was sneaking his way in to Veronica's life.
Lilly had always told Weevil that Veronica was far too pastel for him. The only thing was now Veronica was anything but pastel.
[mood|
angry][music| Irrelevant - Breathing Flame, Blackened Tongue]
TITLE: Erase
AUTHOR:
tradegy_solacePART: (4/?)
RATING: Hard R
PAIRINGS/CHARACTERS: Veronica/Logan/Weevil/Lilly
WORD COUNT: 1,219
SPOILERS: 2x20 hasn't occured but otherwise all of season 2
SUMMERY: The POV's of Logan, Veronica, Weevil and Lilly.
DISCLAIMER: Yeah I don't own it.
NOTES: I have had a bad day. So forgive me if this isn't up to scratch. I have spent the best part of the day trying to find out how to post a header on my journal... which BTW I still don't know how to do. So if anyone, out of the kindness of their hearts, wants to put me out of my misery. Help would be welcomed with possible slavery contracts.
I would also like to point out that I suck at the snark. In case you hadn't noticed.
There was a knock at his door again. Logan Echolls was getting really sick of people knocking on his door. There was a slight period of time when no one was knocking on Logan's door and the silence became some sort of a solace for him. Just the silence and the alcohol.
It's Weevil again, Logan leans on the doorframe, hand still on the doorknob, blocking Weevil from entering.
"You people are starting to annoy me. Shoo fly." He slurs lazily.
"Man... I'm annoying? You're fucken king of annoying. Look I've had a bad day and I'd love to go home but apparently that’s not possible right now so if it doesn’t bother your lordship, I’m going to come in."
Logan waves him in. "I didn't know you had enough brain cells to piece that little speech together. I must commend you."
"Shut up Echolls."
"God you really are having a bad day? Tell me what happened? Did your whore realize that you got kicked out of the gang and dump you?"
The glare that Weevil directed at Logan than was nothing short of a death warrant. Logan smirked. He wasn't stupid enough to sign it.
Weevil collapsed on the couch and stared at the black TV screen in a type of catatonia. After five minutes Logan fidgeted a bit.
"Ok, you're freaking me out with the moody glare thing you’re doing. Not that it’s really out of the ordinary but hey, what's up?"
"You don't want to know."
Logan grinned. "Oh but I do." He lounges back on the couch, still grinning. "You know... if it's woman issues I'm always open to offering advice."
"If you know anything about woman that I don't know than... well... it's just crazy." Weevil finished lamely.
"What did she do to you man? You should never let a woman bring you down so low."
Weevil closed his eyes with frustration.
"You know Echolls, I really don't want to talk about it."
"Sure you do."
"Fine..." Weevil snapped. "You wanna know what? I kissed your ex girlfriend... and no not Lilly... I'm talking about Veronica. That's right. I just kissed Veronica Mars."
Then he froze. "Oh my God... I just kissed Veronica Mars."
Logan grinned sardonically. "Maybe you should fuck her and get it out of your system." He picks up a glass tumbler with a shot of whiskey and tossed it back. "God knows... Veronica needs a good lay."
He refilled the tumbler with more of his good friend, Johnnie Walker. Yup... he really hated people knocking on his door.
*****
Eli Navarro wasn't happy that Logan got himself blind drunk without him even noticing. He really wasn't happy about how he was acting either and he really had no idea what to do with a completely an utterly wasted Logan Echolls.
At first... Eli was a bit confused. He thought that the psychotic jackass could hold his liquor. It wasn't until Eli found the second empty bottle of Johnnie Walker that he realized, Echolls really could hold his liquor. Eli doubted if he would even be conscious after that amount of alcohol.
Logan Echolls was... although, he definitely wasn't coherent and Eli just had no idea what to do. He had no experience with the blind, legless drunk. If this was one of his gang then he might have just left him to fend for himself but Echolls had already smashed one vase and two glasses and Eli just couldn't get that image of Logan standing on the bridge that time out of his head.
There was only really one person he could call.
"Hey V, can I get some help?" He says once she answers the phone.
"What have you done this time and how much bail money do you need?" It's nice to know that she never lost her sense of humor.
"I'm at Echolls penthouse, err, he's a tad drunk..."
*****
"Heeeeeeeeeeeeeyyy!!! Izz zat Ronnniiiie?" Veronica Mars hears through the phone. Then "Heeeyyy... Ronnnniiiee... I looooooooooooovvve you... I wreckon Weeevil luuuuuuuurves you too!"
There's the sound of Eli trying to wrestle the phone from Logan with a "Give me that you idiot." A cackling laugh that had to be Logan and finally Eli returns to the phone.
"Sorry bout that..."
"A tad drunk? A TAD DRUNK???" Veronica exclaims.
"Hmmm, yeah."
"Ok... um... make sure he doesn't smash anything and I'll be there as soon as I can."
Hanging up, Veronica thanked who ever it was that the universe was entitled to for making sure her father was out somewhere in Las Vegas chasing a bail jumper that night.
Grabbing a jacket and keys she headed out and over to the Grand.
By the time she gets there it's silent outside the door. She takes that as a good sign and turns the handle; it's not locked... not surprising somehow.
Eli's on the couch. He's a got a cushion over his face, his arms crossed over his chest. There's a smash from somewhere further into the suite. Eli doesn't move an inch. Veronica just raises an eyebrow.
Then Logan's there.
"ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNIII
Once Logan returns her to the ground he wobbles a bit. "Gee... a biiitt tooo muuch too drinkkk." Then he giggled. Actually giggles.
"He's wasted." Veronica says in slight wonder.
"Wow Mars, and here I was thinking you were quick." Eli says.
"Yeahh Maaaars." Logan retorts in a sign song voice.
Then he's gone again. The sound of dry heaving floating out from the open bathroom door that he disappeared into.
Veronica still stands in shocked silence just over the threshold of the suite, the doors still open beside her.
"It's going to be a long night right?" Eli snarks to her left.
*****
Lilly Kane once thought that life was short and she was going to go out in style having as much fun as was possible.
Oh yeah she'd done that. She'd fucking gone out with a bloody marble ashtray to the fucken skull. Great way to die. With all that blood and mess. But at least there was a fuss. Lilly was a great fan of fuss. Everyone had known she had died. But despite being Lilly and having fuss and having a fucken hole in the head all those people at the memorials and funerals and all the tears and half smiles and forgotten words of remorse really didn't make Lilly Kane feel all that better about being dead.
And now... with her murderer behind bars, her ex boyfriend drunk in his Neptune Grand penthouse, her brother half way across the country with the little pink pastel plush baby named after her, her best friend in confusion between the two boys that she had once played and that secret affair boy was sneaking his way in to Veronica's life.
Lilly had always told Weevil that Veronica was far too pastel for him. The only thing was now Veronica was anything but pastel.
