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“Dick, you’ve only got half of a car here,” Logan complained, not for the first time. “I know it can go faster than this.”
“Dude, I’m using my Mexico driving skills,” Dick told him. “I guarantee your Sheriff-trained girlfriend will not beat me. Mexican cabbies and Grand Theft Auto taught me everything I know.”
A trailing honk followed as Dick practically pushed another car out of the lane beside them.
“If I get pulled over, I’m handing the ticket straight to you.”
“If you get pulled over,” Logan told him, “I’ll be the silhouette running down the highway.”
“You’re really kind of a girl lately,” Dick commented.
“Suck my dick; that’s how much of a girl I am.”
They wound up pulling into the impound lot a full five minutes before Veronica, who had thankfully opted to continue to leave her father out of the loop. Logan had already handed his credit card over and the surprisingly time-consuming process of retrieving her car had already begun.
“Dick, you can go home,” Logan told him, seeing Veronica whip his car into the parking lot. He was actually glad she had gotten there so fast. Clearly she hadn’t taken the time to inflict any major damage on any of the many of his belongings in her possession. Namely his car.
“Don’t want me to see the folks fighting?” Dick asked glibly.
“Well, you promised her you would chaperone, and she knows you left me with Lilly,” Logan told him. “But I know Veronica’s level-headed and wouldn’t jump straight to punishing you horribly.”
“She must be a cougar in the sack,” Dick said, thankfully before Veronica had managed to get into the office. When she did, the look she gave him could’ve frozen fire. “I smell hot dogs. I should go.”
Dick raced out the door like a cartoon character, and Logan was almost surprised not to see his outline in the doorframe when he was gone.
Before he could process that thought, though, he was scrambling to grab the car keys that had been hurled at his face. “You can leave, too,” Veronica told him. “Go back to her.”
“Veronica, I’m not going anywhere until we talk.” Logan wasn’t about the start a full-fledged fight in front of god knows which of Weevil’s relatives, but he also had no intention of walking out the door and leaving things like this.
“Fuck you.” She spat the words without any other explanation, side-stepping him as she walked up to the front desk.
“I already took care of it, Veronica,” he told her before she could even ask about her car. “They’re pulling your car out now.”
“I didn’t want you to do that,” she told him. “You can’t just buy your way out of this, Logan. It’s not like the rest of your life.” She turned to face him, mindless of the woman behind the desk who was shamelessly eavesdropping on the (completely indiscreet) conversation.
“I’m not buying my way out of this. I didn’t do anything, Veronica, and I went there to get your car back, because you decided to run off behind my back yesterday!”
“So it’s the eye for an eye relationship that you want?”
“Damn it, Veronica,” Logan growled. “No, I didn’t do anything to get back at you. I didn’t do anything at all. You know your best friend, and you know how she is. You want to blame me, and you want to blow this fight up, fine. You have no one to blame but yourself. You don’t want to let me explain, fine. Enjoy dinner with your dad, since clearly I have no reason to be there if you don’t even trust me enough to turn down the girl who made it her goal to humiliate me as completely as possible. I’ll be at my house if you sort yourself out.”
“Logan, you can’t go - “ Veronica caught herself as Logan turned to her with dark eyes, filled with anger and disappointment.
“Home?” He cocked his head. “No worries there, Veronica. I’ve barely got one.” He left before she could argue.