to solve a problem (you follow it back to the start)

4- A bottle of Thunderbird, a lightning round and the hard reality.

HEATHER

"If I didn't hear it, then how is it my head?" Veronica gives her the most logical of arguments.

Heather laughs, humoring her."Ok, if you say so."

"I do say so," Veronica refutes. "I'm telling you, I heard it."

Heather answers with a playful eye roll as she sits in the bed next to Veronica. The clock reads 10 p.m and outside of their motel room, the rain is finally starting to dial down.

After they kissed at the beach, Heather had one very specific thing in mind to do when they got to the motel but apparently, the 10 minute car ride had been enough to make Veronica come to her senses and realize that maybe having sex wasn't the most logical thing for them to be doing at the moment. Sometimes Heather hated how smart her wife was...

Veronica is currently seated on the queen sized bed, going through the channels they had available on the small tv, determined to prove her point. When they arrived, Veronica had made a comment about hearing the theme song of Frasier in the background, coming to the conclusion that one of the other guests was watching it on the TV; Heather didn't hear it and so Veronica made it her mission to find it and throw it in Heather's face. Very mature of her.

Heather takes another sip from the bottle of Thunderbird she had found in the minibar, not her usual beverage of choice but it would have to do. She sits on the edge of the bed and hands the bottle to Veronica, who takes it without taking her eyes off of the TV. The bottle was already feeling a lot lighter since the two of them had been exchanging swigs from it for a while now.

"Ok, number 12," Heather unfolds the paper once again, taking advantage of the fact that she was still sober enough to read it. "If you could wake up having gained any quality or ability, what would it be?"

"Fly, baby," Veronica says instantly. She is a lightweight, so at this point, she is already starting to act a lot happier. "I want to fly like a baby bird. Like a duck! I miss Henry..."

Heather chuckled, it was always fun to see drunk Veronica. "Me too. But I bet he's very comfortable in the nest we made for him."

"This Frasier thing is really bugging me," Veronica mumbles.

"I believe you," Heather complies, mostly so Veronica can let it go. She draws her attention back to the question. "Still on the superhero theme, I think shapeshifting would be fun."

"Ooh, nice," Veronica says. "Do you want to split a candy bar with me?"

"You sound like a five year old," Heather says. "But yes, I will have one bite of a candy bar."

"Yes!" Veronica grins, walking in the direction of the mini fridge to ransack it.

There's a wrinkling sound as Heather turns the page. On the other side of the room, she hears Veronica going through the snacks like a raccoon feasting on a trash can. "Question 13, if a crystal ball could tell you the truth about your life, the future, or anything else what would you want to know?"

"I would want to know if my capacity to forgive will be my downfall," Veronica says, her head is practically inside the fridge by then, so she doesn't turn to look at her wife; Heather is thankful for that, that way she doesn't have to hide in her face how much that comment actually stung. But Veronica didn't seem to do it on purpose. "Oh, they have Toblerone."

"Go for it," Heather says. "I would like to know if I'm actually good in bed or if all of the guys from my high school were just lying to me."

"You are," Veronica says, biting a big voice of chocolate as she walks over to the queen sized bed.