[Leave it to Cheryl to make an event out of something that shouldn't be an event. This time? It's the after-party of the back to school Semi-Formal. Oh, Veronica's been here before, chosen to head into the closet for the wild ride of seven minutes in heaven. Of course, things were different last time. Hell, even Cheryl's different, but she apparently felt it was important that the new Blossom residence should be Christened with some rather old and exciting activities.
Veronica doesn't ... really agree with the choice, but some part of her understands where Cheryl is coming from. Really. Okay, so, last year's makeout session in a closet had caused some problems, but things are better now. And teenagers kissing in the oversized closet of a brand new locale isn't so different from anything else that could be seen as normal—so, it works for her. Somewhat. Besides, outside of this, Cheryl ... has changed. Somewhat. She'll always be an odd one.
But won't they all?
Either way, she was chosen, and Veronica offers a quick roll of her eyes at Cheryl. "Don't rig the bottle so it stops on you," she teases her friend (because Veronica has a natch for making friends with the unlikely sorts, it's just how she is).
It doesn't stop on her (though Cheryl gives an irritated purse of her mouth before the bottle comes to a halt, one that Veronica doesn't entirely know how to read), but on Betty.
And ... here they are.]
It's different in here. Well, obviously. But I was a little worried they'd match their previously much too red interior design. [Veronica flicks her eyes upward over their surroundings before they firmly meet Betty's.] Are we going to sweat them out, or—? [The question lingers.
Though some familiar faces outside might be hurt by what could happen in here, things are ... unsteady. Unsurprisingly. And in that time, Veronica has continued to wonder about a lot of things when it comes to matters of the heart. A lot.]
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Veronica doesn't ... really agree with the choice, but some part of her understands where Cheryl is coming from. Really. Okay, so, last year's makeout session in a closet had caused some problems, but things are better now. And teenagers kissing in the oversized closet of a brand new locale isn't so different from anything else that could be seen as normal—so, it works for her. Somewhat. Besides, outside of this, Cheryl ... has changed. Somewhat. She'll always be an odd one.
But won't they all?
Either way, she was chosen, and Veronica offers a quick roll of her eyes at Cheryl. "Don't rig the bottle so it stops on you," she teases her friend (because Veronica has a natch for making friends with the unlikely sorts, it's just how she is).
It doesn't stop on her (though Cheryl gives an irritated purse of her mouth before the bottle comes to a halt, one that Veronica doesn't entirely know how to read), but on Betty.
And ... here they are.]
It's different in here. Well, obviously. But I was a little worried they'd match their previously much too red interior design. [Veronica flicks her eyes upward over their surroundings before they firmly meet Betty's.] Are we going to sweat them out, or—? [The question lingers.
Though some familiar faces outside might be hurt by what could happen in here, things are ... unsteady. Unsurprisingly. And in that time, Veronica has continued to wonder about a lot of things when it comes to matters of the heart. A lot.]