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MAGA says he’s going to call Trump

William Waters can be seen going back and forth with a judge during a bond hearing on Monday morning. https://youtu.be/hh3WGNG-TFk?si=q9onovqnw_QiYuRK

Kill the twink

To think that Vi had been hopeful when she’d opened the door that evening, optimistic about the idea of paying the pizza delivery person before a couple of hours of uninterrupted dad time.

Little did she know what the night truly had in store for her. Harvey Vance had invaded the station, he had invaded the club, and now, pizza in hand, he’d officially invaded movie night. Movie night. The last of the sacred father/daughter time. Absolutely not.

Narrowing her eyes at his comment, Vi didn’t regret what her reaction to seeing him on the front porch had been. Vampires can’t come into your house unless they’re invited, and the longer Harvey was stuck outside, the less time he had to suck away any remaining affection her father had for her like the desperate little demon he was.

She’d cracked the door to respond to him, but her dramatics had her sure to keep the chain on. Protection, really.

“I’m sorry. Was me slamming the door in your face me coming on a little strong? Thank you so much for your unsolicited opinion, Harvey. I’ll keep your preferences on how I react to things in mind but while we’re on the topic, you sure know how to pop up places where you don’t belong.”

It was probably bad that after a certain point in dating, Vi had just started to selectively listen to her boyfriend. It wasn’t anything against him, really. Just... how much religion info dumping could her brain handle? Really? Add on info on a capella, talk of finding recipes for the Normal family chef to spice up the summer menu, and more information about rowing than she would likely ever need, and it was probably understandable that sometimes she nodded along and let her face react while her mind was anywhere but there.

So she wasn’t exactly killing it on the girlfriend front. With the whole summer in front of them, however, and no end to their relationship in sight, Violet knew that she really needed to start putting in the work. She couldn’t just ask Norman to repeat everything he’d ever said, but there was definitely one person she knew who had at least some insight into topics that the male would be likely to revisit.

So she’d asked Edwina to meet her at Marie’s, figuring they could grab milkshakes and then stay firmly in one place out of respect for Edwina’s still cast-protected leg. No trying to get a sneak peek at the carnival, no taking a walk. Just a friendly stationary chat between pals.

Edwina had arrived right on time, and after a quick re-debrief of her situation in the first empty booth they’d come across, Vi had offered a milkshake in return for the girl’s Norman-specific services. A milkshake that had been politely turned down in what seemed to be a show of friendship, but could definitely also be an ‘and I will call upon you to return this favor at another time’. Hard to tell.

Still, Violet found herself insisting that the girl just let her do as she’d planned, her refusal to acknowledge the girl’s brush-off coming instantly.

“Yes, but even so, you’re allowed to accept a milkshake. Those aren’t exclusive to non-favors,” Vi pointed out. “Besides, I think we could each use all the sugar we can get for this. I mean, things didn’t stick before, so anything new that can be done to make sure they stick this time around, right?”

“You are a lifesaver. Truly,” Vi stressed, unlocking her door to let the both of them into her studio apartment.

Only a true best friend would be waiting outside of your apartment with cake in hand after already having given you a fake SOS call that allowed you to get the hell out of dodge. And clearly Holly-Eve Knights was a true best friend. Over ten years and still going strong, she still appreciated the fact that Holly had the good sense not to be waiting inside when Vi got home. That had happened once… and both girls now knew the importance of it never happening again.

Flipping on the lights and giving Ames the amount of attention that she knew she preferred (only a little), Vi quickly retrieved 2 forks before gesturing to her bed. If she was going to be having a little rough day pity party, Holly was clearly invited.

“You’d think that after everything we went through in high school, plus all that FBI training, that being in the actual FBI would be maybe a little easier, but no. Is it bad that the worst part is the social events? I don’t know how many more happy hours I’m expected to go to.”

Sighing, she plopped down and popped open the cake container, taking a big bite before looking over at the redhead. “How was your day? Get any truly hilarious paper titles?”

“I do not have daddy issues,” Vi protested, knowing somewhere deep down that denial was futile. People were going to believe what they wanted. But. Harvey issues and daddy issues were not one and the same. No matter how much Harvey was trying to make them merge, they just weren’t. And even though Vi could admit some of her current thinking was stemming from Harvey issues, she was still a very rational person. She wouldn’t be suggesting what she was if she didn’t legitimately think there was some merit to it.

She’d thought Jamie would maybe see the merit there too… but a milkshake bribe could only get her so far with the club leader.

“I’m just saying, I think that Harvey may legitimately be possessed by a demon and the exorcism worked out okay last time. I don’t think it would hurt to try. Just to be sure,” she murmured, sure to keep her volume low. She did not need to be the person in town known for shouting about exorcisms in Marie’s. There were other people in town who could and did hold that honor.

“It’s just one tiny exorcism. It can be a secret,” she continued then, fully ready to explain her reasoning more in depth if he so required.

Everyone knew about the mysterious disappearance of all of Harvey’s friends. The fact that he’d come out of things alright? It couldn’t be a coincidence. Add in the fact that he’d made it his personal mission ever since to stick to her like glue, and she hated to be the bearer of bad news, but… it just made sense. What else could possibly make someone go to such great lengths to ingratiate themself to the town sheriff?

To think that Vi had been hopeful when she’d opened the door that evening, optimistic about the idea of paying the pizza delivery person before a couple of hours of uninterrupted dad time. 

Little did she know what the night truly had in store for her. Harvey Vance had invaded the station, he had invaded the club, and now, pizza in hand, he’d officially invaded movie night. Movie night. The last of the sacred father/daughter time. Absolutely not.

Narrowing her eyes at his comment, Vi didn’t regret what her reaction to seeing him on the front porch had been. Vampires can’t come into your house unless they’re invited, and the longer Harvey was stuck outside, the less time he had to suck away any remaining affection her father had for her like the desperate little demon he was.

She’d cracked the door to respond to him, but her dramatics had her sure to keep the chain on. Protection, really.

“I’m sorry. Was me slamming the door in your face me coming on a little strong? Thank you so much for your unsolicited opinion, Harvey. I’ll keep your preferences on how I react to things in mind but while we’re on the topic, you sure know how to pop up places where you don’t belong.”