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[ch. 3] post-execution, w/ rebecca
[Veronica's in the process of pouring herself a drink in the kitchen when Rebecca walks in.
She pauses, sets down the bottle, and... after a beat:]
Want me to pour one out for you, too?
[Let's cope badly.]
She pauses, sets down the bottle, and... after a beat:]
Want me to pour one out for you, too?
[Let's cope badly.]
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No.]
Do we have the stuff for a gin and tonic? I don't want to be sober today.
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[Not... gin and tonic specifically, though. But she rummages through the cabinets before pulling out two bottles: one of gin, and one of tonic water. Amazing.]
... Would the ice have restocked as well after the fire?
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I don't know, I haven't had the time to drink until today.
[And after what she had to watch? She needs to not be sober for a full day.]
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[She's tired. They're all tired.
Playing at bartender gives Veronica something to distract herself with, at least. She moves to look through the fridge, digging around for a handful of seconds, before she pulls out an ice tray.]
... Do you know how to mix it? [Because. She doesn't know the right ratio.]
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[She'll get up and start mixing two gin and tonics for them. It's a little clumsy, like she's not used to making drinks. But they're more or less right.]
He moved away and called our relationship a shitshow.
[Rebecca, you're not even drunk yet.]
Here's to the end of this place.
[And then she downs the entire thing in a gulp.]
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Takes a sip from her drink.]
Uh. If it helps, my last relationship went up in... flames? [L..iterally...]
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Tell me about that. Let's think about something else besides this place.
[She makes herself another drink.]
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[A beat. She has to think about what to say that isn't obviously murder-y.]
... He broke into my room after I broke up with him? [Cringing because that was, somehow, the tamest part.] It was, uh. It was really crazy.
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[It was on her tapestry, but Rebecca can't remember all of them.]
Didn't you have family to stop him from doing that?
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[She sighs.]
... No offense, but the adults I knew were useless.
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Instead she just waves a hand in a "whatever" sort of manner.]
Don't worry about it. My parents were useless too, all they gave me was anxiety, depression and severe self-esteem issues.