Exit Wounds

Chapter 9/19

Veronica walked away from her meeting with her newest client. She was being blackmailed and she had to deal with it. It was for Zeke. It was also pretty strange what was being asked of her, but it could be a lot worse than a night dancing. He could expect her to be naked. Or killing someone. No, he actually wanted her to dance.

She was still a bit in shock when she noticed Logan standing in front of a store window. She had a familiar feeling and thought of high school. Unable to resist, she ran over to him and tapped the back of his knee with the front of hers.

Logan blinked and stumbled forward. He caught himself before he crashed into the store window. "What the fuck?" He turned quickly with a mad glare on his face as he looked down at her. It softened instantly and he smiled, the anger disappearing like a puff of smoke. "Feel better?"

Veronica shrugged with a grin. "I don't feel worse." She chuckled. She looked at the store window. "Did you want to go in?"

Logan shook his head. "No. I don't need shoes. I was just wondering who would wear those." He pointed to a pair on display with feathers and beads. They were bright yellow and neon pink.

Veronica lost her smile. "I own those."

Logan turned and blinked down at her. She looked up, her eyes sad and a frown intact. She watched him swallow with beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

She slowly smirked up at him. "You are too easy."

"Yea, yea." He growled with a smile. "So, everything ok?"

She could tell he wanted to ask about who she met with. He was worried, all because Eli was worried. She wasn't sure she liked them on the same side. She chuckled at herself and nodded. Of course, she liked them on the same side. It just wasn't fair to her anymore. "Yes. Turns out, I'm going dancing tomorrow."

Logan raised a brow at her. "Dancing?"

Veronica nodded. "Shall we go shopping?"

Logan blinked. "Shopping?" He looked her up and down. "Where is the real Veronica Mars?"

Veronica laughed as she turned to the street. She hailed a cab. "I'll take you to her."

They took a cab to 5th Avenue and Logan chuckled. "I am curious where you think the real Veronica is around here."

Veronica smirked a little. "Henry has spoiled me. I can't wear the cheap stuff anymore." It wasn't a complete lie. She enjoyed the expensive dresses more than the knockoffs. She could tell there was a difference. She wasn't here for herself though. "I doubt you packed a tuxedo." She walked into Tom Ford and expecting Logan to follow.

"Miss Veronica!" A lean man came up to her and gave her a European kiss on each cheek. He was only a little taller than Veronica. He was dressed in a finely fitted suit and had a worldly air about him. He tilted his head. "Where is Mister Henry?" He looked up at Logan with confusion on his face.

"Denis, this is Logan Echolls. He's a dear friend of mine and he needs a tux by Friday night." Veronica grinned, still holding Denis' arm.

"Of course!" He let go of Veronica and walked over to Logan. He grabbed Logan's hand and pulled him gently towards a dressing room. "Let's get those measurements, Mister Logan." Denis was smirking at Veronica, who couldn't help but giggle.

Logan followed Denis, a brow raised at Veronica. His expression was as if she were sacrificing him to the wolves. Perhaps, she was, but Denis wouldn't hurt him too bad. She pulled out her phone and called Eli.

"Yo."

"Eli, just so you don't get too worried about me not being home, I thought I would call and let you know Logan and I are shopping." Veronica smirked into the phone.