OOM: Room 130
Mar. 23rd, 2008 10:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
watching_youVeronica stands in the centre of her apartment, examining her surroundings critically.
The whole thing could never have been helped, she supposes. On one hand the entire place has been decorated with all of the style and flair of a very confident eighteen-year-old college freshman; on the other hand the place has been decorated with all of the style and flair of a very confident eighteen-year-old college freshman. There are posters on the walls for God's sake. Veronica is wincing.
It doesn't help that the whole room looks very, well, seven years ago. The carpet and the drapes and the couch with those little wooden legs... Something must be done. And Special Agent Veronica Mars, FBI, is just the one to do it.
Well, maybe she can supervise.
Those couches aren't light.
The whole thing could never have been helped, she supposes. On one hand the entire place has been decorated with all of the style and flair of a very confident eighteen-year-old college freshman; on the other hand the place has been decorated with all of the style and flair of a very confident eighteen-year-old college freshman. There are posters on the walls for God's sake. Veronica is wincing.
It doesn't help that the whole room looks very, well, seven years ago. The carpet and the drapes and the couch with those little wooden legs... Something must be done. And Special Agent Veronica Mars, FBI, is just the one to do it.
Well, maybe she can supervise.
Those couches aren't light.
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Date: 2008-03-25 03:46 pm (UTC)Indy might have snorted under normal circumstances. But he fears for his life in this one, so he just settles back with his drink and looks agreeable. Meanwhile, his dazzling mind starts a victory dance to celebrate the fact that he seems to be off the hook for his lurid interactions with Elle.
After a minute or so, the silence starts to get a little unnerving. He squints at her suspiciously.
"Are you plotting?"
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Date: 2008-03-25 03:52 pm (UTC)Pause.
"Yes."
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Date: 2008-03-25 03:55 pm (UTC)"Against me?" he then inquires.
"Or her?"
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Date: 2008-03-25 04:08 pm (UTC)She smiles, deviously.
"Haven't decided yet."
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Date: 2008-03-25 04:13 pm (UTC)He proceeds to chug back the last of his drink and set the empty glass on the coffee table.
"I think I'm gonna get outta here before you decide. And before you think up any more back-breaking jobs for me."
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Date: 2008-03-25 04:29 pm (UTC)She watches him go.
And then shapes her fingers into a little tent, and grins.