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The summer had meant that she hadn’t been someone to be there during what was, she knew, a difficult time for Veronica Lodge. Stripped of her friends in both herself and in Cheryl Blossom, they’d taken off, but known of the mess behind. Phone calls from truck stops revealing the progress (or lack thereof) on the case as it moved forwards, the ongoing demolition of the Southside. The war that had been left to a simmer with the Ghoulies, for what idiocy they wrought upon it. And then there was Veronica Lodge, doing her best to be the girl with a spine of steel, lips like cherry, and raven haired locks, with the stare that would reduce a man to a frozen state of being. 

And she’d been kneecapped, thanks to the man that she called father, for the sin of picking a boy over the mafioso inspired set up he desired within his clan. It was hard not to feel sympathy for what felt so transparent, shocked that they even managed to advance the idea of 1st degree murder in the absence of evidence. How months were dragged, but then, wasn’t that the life of any Southsider? Not at all opposed to the fact that he needed the help now, seeing more of him than his paramour upon her return, though she made a point of finding her outside of the court, as the sentencing was put to a pause.

“It’s EIGHT,” she replied with slightly quirked eyebrows.  She’d been up for an hour already, and she didn’t want to be late - especially since it was her FIRST YEAR at the camp.  Rapunzel was already dressed in her uniform, offering a smile as Veronica rubbed her eyes.  “Actually, I don’t drink coffee.  But you want a cup?”

Peter REGRETED agreeing to go with the other group. It’d made sense when they were planning it. He would go with Tony, Veronica would go with Steve, and they’d get the job done. And they HAD. But as he’d learned through communicators between the team, Veronica nearly died. She was new to everything, and Peter knew how much she’d insisted on going, but it nearly ended HORRIBLY. So right when he saw her, without even THINKING, he ran over to kiss her. “Are you-are you sure,” He asked as he pulled away. “They said you almost died.” 

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                                 ❝ oh reggie, this is how we LODGE women roll. we feint,                                     we parry, we approach, we retreat. we’re like a COBRA                                     & A MONGOOSE dancing. ❞ 

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The best cure for a hangover was more alcohol, right? It’s why half the guests here were drinking bloody marys, and the other half were drinking mimosas. For the time being, a bloody mary sounded too heavy, too much spice and pulp and everything else they put in there. But a mimosa... well, maybe he wouldn’t be completely useless. 

He was just stealing a glass from a passing tray when he caught sight of the girl with whom Nik had spent the entire evening before conversing. He turned quickly, making his head spin, and reached out for the waiter, grabbing another glass off the tray before turning back to her. Slowly, so as to make sure he didn’t trip and make a fool out of himself, Kol weaved through the tables and people until he reached her. He held out the second glass.

“For you. A woman who looks like you should never be left with an empty glass.” Okay, so he was laying it on a little thick, but he also knew that flirting with her would drive Nik insane. Which, ultimately, was the point of the game.