muses_w_remotes | 2.11 Veronica Mars

2.11. "I just can't take the begging. I'll relent, just once - but no cuddling after, and I won't call you in the morning."
| Veronica Mars

Co-written with agentsullivan

James stuck his head around the corner of Ali’s office. “Surprise party for Iz at my place on Friday, seven pm. BYO booze.” He shot her the thumbs up and proceeded on his way.

“What?!” Ali cried, dropping her pen and banging her knee on the underside of her desk in an effort to get up quickly to stop him. “Fuck! Oi, Campbell. Get your freaking arse back here!” She stumbled out of the seat and made it to the door just as he was backtracking. “Are you fucking crazy?! She doesn’t want a party!”

( James gestured with his half-eaten apple and licked a tiny droplet of juice off his finger. “I didn’t want a party either and I got saddled with it. So tough bollocks. She’s getting one. It’s already planned. The caterers come at six.” He shrugged and took another bite of his apple... )

- isabelowens referenced with permission


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