Preview from the upcoming chapter of The Backup:
“Well this is awkward,” announces Dick Casablancas, drawing Weevil’s attention away from what he might have been just about to think to focus on that familiar waste of space standing less than ten feet away from them with Echolls in tow. This place might as well be Neptune High with how constantly he seems to run into the same old people from there.
“What? Were you and Logan looking to avoid me finding out just how quickly he rebounded into your waiting arms, Dick?” Veronica quips: lazy but still more effort than Dick has deserved in his whole life.
“Hello to you too, Veronica,” Logan swallows, mumbling and stumbling over the syllables of V’s name.
The boy is drunk. He’s having a hard time standing up straight drunk. Hell, he’s probably currently blacked out and won’t even remember this tomorrow drunk. He stops there in his train of thought, cutting off the realization of just when the last time he saw Logan Echolls this drunk was.
“It’s four o’ clock in the afternoon,” Veronica says, scandalized, as if this is the first time she’s seen Logan day drinking. “So much for showing me I’m wrong about you.”
“Pot. Kettle, Veronica. So much for this isn’t about anyone else, we just want different things, you just can’t trust me.”
So much for you are so sure it wouldn’t ever be me a small part of Weevil smirks inside, though honestly seeing Logan acting this pathetic isn’t even enjoyable right now, not with the kind of day it has been, not with how much it is clearly upsetting V.
“Clearly I can’t. What the hell is wrong with you?”
She’s obviously pissed, but also clearly just as worried. She may have broken up with Logan Echolls, but the girl still cares about him. Weevil swallows and considers how he should play this, what’s actually going to look him him having her back to V (which he always fucking does but half the time it doesn’t seem to register to her).
“And here I thought you were the expert on that. Why don’t you go ahead and remunerate every single one of my flaws? You could do it categorically, alphabetically, chronologically…”
“I’d tell Dick to drive you home to sleep it off, but he’s obviously just as trashed as you are,” V ignores Logan’s attempt to get her to talk more about the reasons for their breakup.
“I’ll have you know I’m more fucked up than he is,” Dick insists, like it is a point of pride.
And here’s Weevil’s chance to be chivalrous, even if it means chauffeuring these drunk assholes and having to spend more time breathing the same air with them.
“I’ll take these clowns back to their circus tent, V,” he offers with a sigh.
