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Veronica heard the loud, obnoxious voice just as she arrived. Thankfully, the idiot it belonged to was leaving, his car’s engine groaning loudly as he pulled out of the school’s parking lot. Beside her, Heather rolled her eyes and turned to their friends, leaning back against the car.
“What did I miss?” She asked, and McNamara smiled back brightly.
“Ram’s parents will be out for his party!” she said excitedly, and Veronica frowned.
“What party?” She asked and Duke scoffed.
“It’s like you still don’t know anything,” she complained, “the Halloween party, next weekend?”
“Oh. Right, that party,” Veronica said dryly, still surprised to hear it existed.
Which, to be fair, it was a surprise to Veronica when it really shouldn’t have been. Ram took any excuse to get drunk with friends at his house, there’d been a Halloween party for the past three years, and even if she hadn’t been invited before it was hard to avoid talk of it for a month beforehand rather than just a week. Had he only just decided on it, later than usual?
“A bit late for him to announce it’s happening, isn’t it?” Veronica asked, and Duke looked at her like she was an idiot.
McNamara, jumping in before anything mean came out of Duke’s mouth, asked, “He announced it weeks ago, he just wasn’t sure if he’d need to host it at his house or Kurt’s. Didn’t you hear?”
“No,” Veronica said truthfully, wondering just how distracted she’d been recently if she’d managed to avoid that type of talk from their peers.
And boy, had she been distracted. In the time since she and Heather had finally put all their cards on the table and been honest about what they wanted from each other, Veronica had had to pinch herself a few times. It hardly felt real, the moments where Heather would sneak a kiss as they left the car each day, the occasions she’d get McNamara to give them some excuse to sneak off alone to make out in some random place or another. It was almost perfect. Almost. She pulled herself into the back seat, the others following.
“What other talk have I missed?” Veronica asked sarcastically, mostly to herself, but an answer quickly arrived.
“Well, there’s the gossip about Heather,” Duke said offhandedly, and Veronica’s head snapped between Duke and the others.
“Which Heather are we talking about?” Veronica asked, and McNamara jabbed a thumb at Chandler before pulling a lollipop from her pocket and settling into the front seat.
Veronica felt a streak of panic jolt through her. It couldn’t be about the two of them, right? McNamara would be more panicked if it was, surely, and Duke probably wouldn’t be mentioning it so casually- oh. Her brain shut off in its steps when Heather took her hand in her own, rolling her eyes.
“Honestly,” Duke sighed in exasperation and continued, “People think Heather’s acting weird. ‘Too nice’ they put it, though they can’t agree why. Some think she’s got a boyfriend, others think she’s an evil clone - or rather, that the close is the good one. Others think she’s just lulling people into a false sense of security.”
“I’m acting normally,” Heather said sharply, almost defensively, “Who’s saying this?”
Veronica almost felt bad for the poor girls and guys whose names had just certainly signed their death warrant, if the look in Heather’s eyes was any indication. Duke, unfortunately, didn’t see the glare as she adjusted her mirrors and pulled them out onto the road.
“To be fair, you are a little different. You look happier,” Duke said, then paused and asked accusingly, “Hey, you aren’t holding out on a weed stash, right? Now I think about it, you’ve been acting way too relaxed recently, Ronnie.”
“Don’t call me that,” Veronica deadpanned, and clarified, “and no, we’re not getting high.”
“Good. If you do get some, I expect an invite,” Duke said primly.
“Speaking of invites,” McNamara said around the sweet in her mouth, “What are we going as?”
The question, as always, was posed to Heather. As the widely recognised “leader” of the group, her word was law, and Veronica should t have expected this occasion to be any different. While the thought of someone else picking her costume for her had never appealed before, her having been deeply uncomfortable when the Heathers had ‘taught her how to dress’ when they’d first become friends, the idea of Heather picking her out something to wear reminded her of the lingerie that sat in a hidden box in her closet, hidden from her mother’s nosy pilfering. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad to have her costume this year be something that Heather wanted to see her in.
“Not sure yet - we’ll figure something out. If need be, we’ll head to the mall after school sometime this week and grab something in time,” Heather decided, and Veronica leaned into her shoulder, listening comfortably as Heather dismissed each of the suggestion the others gave.
——————D&B——————
“Heather-!” Veronica began to cry out, cutting herself off, and Heather couldn’t help but smile against Veronica’s skin at the reaction, especially when she continued in such an embarrassed voice, “Is this really necessary?”
Heather bit down harder, and another gasp left her girlfriend before she reluctantly loosened her jaw, and the hand holding her head relaxed in turn.
“No,” Heather admitted with a smile, she reached out and traced her finger across the deep mark left behind, drawing yet another sound in reply, “I just wanted an excuse to do it.”
Veronica had fought her on the idea at first, but Heather had always been good at breaking down people’s resistance - plus, she knew Veronica would enjoy the process anyway, so was it really so bad if she needed a little push? Eventually, it had only taken Heather agreeing to let Veronica do the same to her to get the girl to agree.
“But, it really does tie your whole outfit together, doesn’t it?” Heather praised her own work, and dragged Veronica in front of the mirror, tilting the other girl’s neck away so they could both get a good look.
She wasn’t lying, either. With a little bit of red body paint, Veronica would look the perfect picture of a freshly turned vampire, from her shadowy makeup to her clothes. Her dark blue, almost black dress with sheer sleeves and a netted layer over the skirt was one Heather was pretty proud of, would almost be jealous of if her own costume hadn’t just managed to upstage it, the dark crimson skirt with the white ruffled shirt under the black corset was almost good enough to make a yearly costume. For once, Heather’s chest was almost entirely covered, something that couldn’t be said about Veronica. She was particularly happy about the nice view that her masterful costuming had given of Veronica’s chest.
“I… I admit it does look pretty good actually,” Veronica said, eyeing herself up and down with a shy smile until it turned back into a tight frown, “I’m not so sure about the cleavage.”
“Well, I am,” Heather said pointedly, and reached a hand around to cup her tits with a smile, but her antics got her only a huff of annoyance rather than the usual snicker of approval and humour they deserved.
“And that’s great, but… what about everyone else?” Veronica asked nervously, and suddenly Heather could understand her perspective.
Veronica was gorgeous, and would be doubly so tonight after all the work Heather had put into her, but as always, beauty came with a cost - excessive attention. Sure, Heather enjoyed turning heads, but the thought of that happening to Veronica… of boys’ lingering eyes, the likelihood of lurid words, the possibility of grabby drunk hands … maybe she had a point.
“You’re right. Perhaps we can find something else… I’ll miss it though.“ Heather agreed, leaning across to catch her lover’s lips, taking a playful nibble against them, but was cut off suddenly by a banging on the bathroom door, quickly followed by a yell.
“What’s taking you so long in there?” Duke complained on the other side of the door, “Can’t you hurry up?”
“Shut up Heather!” Heather called as usual, only to realise that the same phrase had echoed beside her; Veronica looked just as surprised by what had come out of her mouth as Heather had been.
“We’ll be out soon. Use my parents’ bathroom if you’re desperate,” Heather ordered, and when no more knocks came, she sighed and looked pointedly in humour at Veronica.
“What?” Veronica feigned ignorance, but broke when Heather’s smile widened, “She was interrupting us, okay? I was just… a little mad about it.”
Heather giggled, pulling her face directly in front of her, and looked into her eyes. Her hands began to roam. Veronica’s began soon after.
“You’re getting meaner,” Heather accused, leaning in to the side of her head and whispered barely apart from Veronica’s ear, “I like it.”
Whether from the tickle of the breath against her sensitive skin, or from the words said, Veronica shuddered and Heather took her chance, laying a peppering of kisses against Veronica’s neck. She’d assumed her victory to be won too early, though, and hands pried themselves between their bodies, pushing Heather away and holding her by the shoulders.
“Rude,” Heather glared weakly.
“Don’t be like that,” Veronica soothed placatingly, and Heather might’ve been offended if the following words weren’t so enticing, “I just wanted to make sure I’ve got time to hold up your and of the bargain.”
Heather tilted her neck aside, and Veronica chose a spot higher than Heather had picked for her. Perhaps they really would have to make vampires a yearly tradition… the thought went no further than that, replaced by ones just as unholy as their costumes, and after a little prompting, Veronica’s hands were pulled into action too. Surely, they’d have time for a quick one, right?
In the end, the return of Duke’s banging got in the way of Heather and Veronica’s own. They ran out of time to change Veronica’s outfit. They were still late.
——————D&B——————
“I told you we’d be late,” Duke grumbled as they left the car, saying the same thing she’d said twice on the car journey over.
“Shut up, Heather,” was the response this time, as it had been before, though with no heat behind it - Veronica could guess that Heather might actually be regretting just how much time they’d spent fooling around.
“No more arguing! We’re here to have fun, come on,” McNamara decried and grabbed Duke, dragging her through the front door into the noise of music and shouting.
Heather was quick to follow, but Veronica felt almost rooted to the spot. Last time had gone… poorly, to say the least. She’d gone off the rails a bit in more ways than one - she was pretty sure she’d smoked something that was as definitely not a normal cigarette. For a first party, it had been fun, but it had been a whole lot to unpack after… and that’s not even counting her argument with her friends, and of course, what happened after. Being back at the same house with the same people was a recipe for disaster, right? She should just go.
“You coming or what?” Heather asked, having stopped by the door and looking at her disapprovingly, and Veronica’s spinning head skittered to a stop.
Still, she couldn’t quite move yet. Rolling her eyes, Heather spun around and exaggeratedly walked back up to her.
“What’s your damage, Veronica? You were fine a minute ago,” Heather observed.
“It’s just… what if I mess up?” Veronica said, surprising herself at how she managed to sum everything up all at once, “What if I do something stupid, what if I make you look bad again, what if-“
A quick kiss against her lips halts both her words and her mind.
“You’re overthinking this. We show up, we drink, we play games, we leave. This is about relaxing, you’re doing the opposite,” Heather said, and hooked her arm under Veronica’s, walking them both in before she could protest, “Now get in there.”
And, it wasn’t as bad as she was expecting. With Heather marching her directly over to the kitchen to grab them drinks, she almost missed the different looks people were giving her; some were surprise, some were judgy, some were… frighteningly similar to the ones Heather had been giving her in the bathroom. She marched a little quicker, no longer having to be pulled to forcefully.
“Veronica!” Ran cheered when he saw her, as if they were actually friends, and slid off from his place upon the kitchen counter, “What can I get you? Maybe something that won’t make you throw up on my rug?”
Heather ignored the jab and answered for her, and Veronica was surprised to see him actually manage to follow the instructions he was given, passing tow glasses over to them once he finished. She sipped once, and it was… good. Huh. Maybe ‘bartender’ should be added to the short list of things Veronica had pegged him as becoming after they graduated, right there beside ‘gas station attendant’ and ‘mugger.’ It seemed even idiots had options.
“So, ladies, anything else I can help you with?” He tried again, and Heather gave him another unimpressed, flat stare.
“You’re not drunk enough yet to try this, and we’re not drunk enough yet to tolerate it. Where’s Heather and Heather?” She asked, and as soon as she was pointed in the right direction, she turned tail, veronica doing her best to keep pace, and also keep her drink from spilling.
——————D&B——————
Showing up late turned out to be a double edged sword. On the one hand, Heather was glad to see that she’d managed to get there after everyone was already drinking and making a fool of themselves, providing her with a great amount of entertainment: good snacks, good gossip, and one guy had already ended up in the pool without planning to. Heather would be lying if she claimed that she hadn’t had a hand in helping him get there with a friendly nudge.
On the other, though, she and her friends were dreadfully under-drunk. Veronica was still sipping her first drink, and Heather’s own tolerance was too high for her to be quite there yet.
“I’m getting another drink,” she announced, “Veronica, you need a top up too.”
“I’ve still got most of one,” she tried to reason, but Heather could see in her eyes that she knew she wouldn’t win this battle.
Still, it couldn’t hurt to help her along. When Veronica went to take another sip, Heather placed her finger beneath it and slowly tipped it further up. Veronica’s eyes widened for a second, and stayed staring back at her as she began to swallow more and more.
“Chug! Chug! Chug! Woo!” McNamara cheered as Veronica fell nudged with a slight cough, “Come on, Veronica, you’ve barely had any. Let’s go get you some more.”
“Let’s give her a moment,” Heather said in faux kindness, whispering conspiratorially to NcNamara, “If she stays here, she won’t know how much I put in the next one.”
The girl giggled as they headed back inside to find the kitchen happily empty. True to her word, Heather made sure to add much more to Veronica’s than the last had held. It would taste worse, but it was a sacrifice Veronica would have to make.
“You picked good costumes this year,” McNamara praised, and Heather hummed absentmindedly as she poured her own drink, “I think yours and Veronica’s turned out the best.”
“Mhmm?” She asked in a single sound, though when she glanced and saw that McNamara was looking squarely at the glamourised bite mark that peeked out from her collar, she smirked.
“I thought so too,” Heather said proudly, agreeing - it certainly was an inspired choice.
“I can’t believe Heather didn’t say anything,” McNamara said, “When I saw them, I was like ‘woah’ and then I was like ‘what’s Heather about to say’, but then she just didn’t!”
“Maybe she’s finally learned not to question me?” Heather asked hopefully, and the answering laugh was enough to pierce that final hope.
“If that was ever gonna happen, it would’ve been years ago,” McNamara claimed, and Heather was sure it was true.
Still, Duke had been less… something. For all that she’d claimed her and Veronica had been acting different, Duke herself was a little off. Not overtly, not majorly, but just enough to notice as her friend of several years. It’s like she had less to prove - more easily taking to her role as number two, and no longer testing the waters to get up a notch. She pondered the thought as she stepped back outside, and saw that the girl in question had vanished.
“Where’s she gone?” McNamara asked, and Heather scoffed.
“Who cares?” She asked, and received a jab to the side as she stood beside Veronica.
“She’s fetching everyone to head to the basement for a game. I was just waiting here for you both to get back,” Veronica said, standing, and taking the drink offered to her; she sipped it and recoiled, “Are you trying to poison me? What’s in it, drain cleaner?”
“It’s just alcohol, dumbass. A lot of it. You need to catch up, so if you’re not drinking as many, you’re getting stronger ones. Come on,” Heather said, and after a cursory glance around to make sure they were the last ones outside, she gently snuck a swat at her ass to jumpstart her into walking.
McNamara giggled as Veronica jumped and complained, “Fine, but for the record, alcohol is a poison.”
“Shut up with the nerd talk. No nerds allowed at parties,” Heather said as if it were a well known law.
McNamara’s quick and enthusiastic agreement seemed enough to shut Veronica up.
——————D&B——————
The basement was, contrary to the connotations, a comfortable and enjoyable room. Big enough to comfortably fit most of the party’s guests in a wide circle, the carpeted room was a home-entertainment centre that would see none of the TVs, game consoles or games tables used for the next few hours. Music was pulled to a low hum so the voices could be easily heard. Veronica braced herself.
“Drink,” she answered, and Kurt booed from beneath his sheet-ghost costume, “What? I’ve barely had any yet, isn’t the point to get drunk?”
“Fine. Go on, your turn,” Kurt answered petulantly.
“You, then. Truth, dare, or drink?” Veronica asked, and Kurt stared her down challengingly.
“Dare!” He cheered, as if it was something impressive, “Give me your worst.”
Veronica, though, hadn’t thought this far through. Thinking on her feet, she noticed his bare leg sticking out of his costume, and an idea came to her. It would serve him right for being pushy. If he refused, he’d have to drink and any criticism he had of her would be moot.
“I dare you to take off your costume,” she said simply, and for a moment, the room hesitated.
“Fine,” he answered to her surprise, “I’m not ashamed, my body rocks.”
He stood to his feet and pulled the sheet off, revealing almost nothing underneath. A couple girls across the room cheered, as did both Duke and McNamara at the display. Veronica could understand why - while the guy was an ass, he was objectively well-kept. There was a reason why the guys on the football team were so arrogant, after all. Kurt in nothing but a pair of boxer shorts wasn’t… unappealing to look at. Then, she heard a sharp sigh from beside her, and turned to see Heather with her arms crossed and looking down at her.
“Oh, don’t be like that,” Veronica whispered, and Heather feigned ignorance.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Feel free to eye up the boys, don’t mind me,” she said with false carelessness, and Veronica leaned against her shoulder in apology.
“Sorry,” she tried, and added, “And for the record, I’d prefer to see you like that any day.”
“Well, with the way you’ve turned the game now, you might just get your wish,” she chided, “Once the seal is broken, tops are coming off every other dare.”
Her warning proved to be true - their classmate, Tracy seemed glad to step out of her skirt, though it was hard to tell of the lack of inhibition was genuine or just a result of the copious amounts of weed she was known to frequent. Regardless, the show of confidence was enough to get most on board with the program, including Duke who gladly popped the buttons on her blouse, showing off her ‘pride’ and ‘joy’, as she’d named her boobs. Considering their enhanced size, Veronica could admit the names were well deserved.
“Veronica,” the name caught her attention, though the face and the voice didn’t trigger a name - which could’ve been the alcohol, or maybe she just didn’t really know the person, “Truth or dare?”
“Truth,” she said, not caring at the collective groan around her until the question was posed to her.
“Who helped you with the bite mark for your costume?”
“It’s makeup, dude,” another guy claimed, while a girl denied, “no, there’s depth to it. I saw it earlier, you can see the tooth indents. Someone really gnawed at her collar.”
“Guys, there’s an easy answer. Veronica - who did it?” Ram repeated the question she’d been asked, and Veronica fought a losing battle against her blush.
She closed her eyes and answered honestly, “It was Heather.”
A moment of silence, then, “Wait, which Heather?”
“You’ll have to wait until next time to find that out,” Veronica replied coyly, and McNamara giggled while the rest of the room groaned.
“Anyway, my drink’s empty, I’ll be back in a sec,” she said, standing and making sure to pull her dress down - she was one of the few girls left in the room fully clothed, and she planned to keep it that way.
“Let’s take a break,” Duke suggested, “get some more drinks, come back in a while?”
All of a sudden, the room jumped back to life, and people broke off into their groups, her own following her back out.
“It was totally Chandler. I saw a matching bite under her shirt’s collar earlier,” a voice made its way through the mess of noise as Veronica left.
“They might all have one hidden,” a second suggested.
“I mean, does it really matter which one did it?” A third voice answered, “Veronica getting mouthy with any of the Heathers is hot as hell.”
As they made their ways through the house, she whispered to Heather, “I told you the bites might be too much. They’re talking about us.”
“People talk about all of us all the time. Don’t give them the time of day,” Heather replied with a pat on the head, as if she were naive enough to not know how school gossip worked.
Before she could retort, though, Duke chimed in with slurred words, “Hey, why didn’t you guys include us with the bite thing?”
Duke had been leading by a pretty wide margin, Veronica had lost count of how many drinks she’d grabbed and finished since they’d gotten here. She still hadn’t redone her shirt, her lacy dark green bra barely hiding anything with its sheer material.
“Would you have wanted to be?” Heather asked with a smirk, and McNamara giggled.
“Maybe, if you asked. It looks good,” Duke said, and McNamara patted her gently.
“Maybe you can go get someone to help you out with it,” she suggested, and that seemed to spark her interest.
“Yeah. Yeah, I should!” She spun on her heel and headed back the way they had came from.
“Should we head after her?” Veronica asked, and her concern only grew as she saw just how much Duke was wobbling as she walked.
“Don’t bother. She’ll be blowing someone by the end of the night no matter what we do,” Heather dismissed, and Veronica saw McNamara sagely nodding her head, “Anyway, Heather, come watch the door.”
Veronica was grabbed by the elbow and led into the nearest room; McNamara waved with an impish grin as the door closed. Before she knew it, a hungry mouth was on her, and in her drunken state, she couldn’t distinguish between where it was, where it had been, and where it was going next. Heather’s hands snaked up her legs, hiking the dress up past her waist, one hand landing on her asscheek and the other tugging at her shoulder straps.
“Heather,” she complained without real effort, “Here?”
“Right here, right now. Seeing everyone looking at you… I have to remind them who you belong to,” Heather said.
“You,” Veronica whined as fingers groped into her chest, “always you.”
Heather dropped to her knees, and Veronica’s hands found her hair, pulling her closer into her crotch. She wasn’t sure when her underwear came off, but it certainly wasn’t there when she felt Heather’s tongue pressing into her. For a few blessed moments, she did nothing but try to keep standing as her lover showered her in pleasure.
“Keep it down,” Heather ordered, and Veronica brought one hand to her mouth to bite down on.
Fingers joined her mouth and from there it was a losing battle, her knees couldn’t keep her up. Reluctantly, she pulled Heather’s hair back and fought her off.
“The bed,” Veronica begged, “I can’t- I can’t stay up.”
Heather didn’t bother replying, simply pulling her over and letting her drop down. The world spun for a second, then once it righted itself, she saw Heather struggle to stand too before fiddling clumsily with her skirt.
“Stupid fucking buckles,” she muttered under her breath before finally being freed.
She didn’t return to Veronica’s pussy though, and it ached with anticipation and need. Instead she was left unattended, Heather was crawling further up the bed. She straddled her face gripped her and shot her an expectant look that Veronica was happy to oblige, one of her own hand moving to take care of herself as her lover lowered herself down on top of her while the other came to sit on her hip. Heather’s measured breaths soon became heavier and jerkier, as did her careful rocking of her hips. By the end, both were rough and intense with desperation, and Veronica didn’t want it any other way - she was doing this to Heather, she was making her feel this good, she loved making her feel good. Time felt like it was barely passing, all that was happening constrained within a single moment. Nothing mattered but the woman atop her.
Veronica thought, just for a moment, that this could happen anywhere and she’d just let Heather go on with it. She really couldn’t say no to her, could she? This was risky, even for them, and yet she kept licking, kissing, sucking, anything she could do to keep tasting Heather. It must be addictive, the way she couldn’t get enough and always agreed to more. Especially when Heather’s nails brushed gentle trails along her scalp like this.
They didn’t hear the first knock on the door, nor the second, too wrapped up in each other. The third caught Veronica’s attention, but buried beneath her greedy girlfriend, she could do nothing but continue to oblige the moaned demands to keep going. Her own fingers betrayed her, too, refusing to stop until she passed her peak. She couldn’t hold back the scream, it only muffled by her mouth being entirely covered. Her fingers stilled, her tongue didn’t.
“I’m cumming,” Heather gasped, and pressed down harder, “Fuck, I’m cumming.”
Veronica was entirely ignoring the knocking on the door now, too dazed to answer it anyway. The grip on her hair, steadily tightening, finally released. After a moment of bated breath, Heather angrily spun off of her, pulled her skirt up over herself and marched to the door.
“What?” She angrily whispered through it.
“Duke was looking for you! I managed to send her off to look somewhere else, but I don’t think she really believed me. You’ve got to hurry up and get out here,” McNamara warned, and Veronica managed to pull herself up, righting her costume and searching for her underwear.
“They’re here,” Heather said carelessly, throwing them at her, “Not much point in putting them back on, though. You’ll be out of them again as soon as we get back to mine.”
Another rush of excitement hit her, and she found herself asking, “Should we go now?”
“Not like this,” Heather denied, checking herself in the mirror with a grumble before doing the same to Veronica, “We’re a mess. Need to get to a bathroom and wash our makeup off. I’ll get McNamara to cover for us a little longer.”
“Fine,” Veronica huffed, wrapping her in a lazy hug from behind, and lamented not getting her out of the corset.
“Then, when we make sure everyone’s distracted, we can go,” Heather gave in, “One of these days, I’ll get it into your head that we have an image to uphold.”
“But it’s so dull, just drinking with and socialising around people you don’t like. It was fine last time, but is there anything really fun about it? Wouldn’t you enjoy a night with just the four of us watching movies?” Veronica tried, the pastime coming to mind as something she missed experiencing with her old friends.
“Absolutely not. Heather would have nothing positive to say about the films, and Heather would finish all the snacks before we finished, and you’d probably spend the whole time talking through it,” Heather complained, which was… a fair observation.
“Fine, I’ll think of something,” Veronica huffed, and added, “But, if I get at least one quickie at each party, I think I could be won over to it.”
“You were fine about this sort of thing last time. What changed?” Heather asked, and Veronica shuffled on her feet.
”I went a bit off the rails last time, if you don’t remember. It just… didn’t seem as exciting going back into it,” she admitted.
”Well, you’re forgiven, obviously. Things turned out fine. Get over it,” Heather dismissed, and Veronica let the matter drop.
——————D&B——————
Thankfully, it didn’t take long to find Duke. Unfortunately, the way they found her was a total fucking embarrassment - riding ram in the middle of the living room. For a second, Heather was frozen at the sight, before marching up to them. Duke glanced her way once, and didn’t bother to stop.
“The hell do you think you’re doing?” She asked, and looked at the room of people who… weren’t actually paying that much attention.
A couple girls were giggling in the corner at the display, but for the most part people seemed over it, which told her that this had been going on for a while now. Perfect, she was looking forward to hearing about everyone talking about this and having to do damage control. Not.
“How long have you been at this?” She asked and Ram looked at her gravely, or, as gravely as you could while fighting a grin.
“Too long. My dick almost hurts, I already came twice,” he complained, but his hands were still greedily grabbing her ass.
“I hope it drops off. Heather, come on, we’re leaving,” she said, taking a fistful of hair in her grip and pulling her off.
“Ow! Come on, Heather… Veronica!” She cheered from across the room, and god, wasn’t that weird to hear Duke excited to see her?
Heather watched Duke almost tackle Veronica in a hug where she’d stood by the door, stuck in place where they’d first spotted the display. Veronica, as she should, looked frightened.
“Hey, Heather?” She greeted, and patted her shoulder, leaning out of the embrace until she realised Duke would likely drop to the ground if she did.
“Thank you so much!” She slurred in reply, “You made my dream come true!”
“Your dream?” She looked over for support, but having no clue what the girl was talking about, Heather simply shrugged.
“To finally get fucked! Properly, hard, nice and-“ Duke explained, and Heather took that as their cue.
“Great, glad she could help you out. You’re making a fucking scene, it’s time to go,” Heather cut in and along with Veronica’s help, the two of them hauled Duke out into the street, where McNamara was waiting for them.
“I called my dad, he should be here soon,” she said, and eyed Duke’s limp, giggling form, “She’s drunker than I’ve ever seen her. Is she alright?”
“According to her, she’s fantastic,” Veronica joked.
Heather wasn’t sure how long they stood out in the freezing cold like idiots when a warm house was right behind them, but eventually the sound of an engine approaching brought her hope. Instead, it was Jason Dean, who just had to show up, because she couldn’t get a moments peace…
“Greetings and salutations, ladies,” he said as his motorcycle pulled to a stop in the road beside them, “Didn’t think you would be the type for trick-or-treating.”
“Beat it, Edgar Allen No,” Heather ordered, and the prick had the audacity to laugh, “The party’s over, and you weren’t invited anyway.”
“Sorry, your highness, but I’m not one of your usual subjects. I’m not here for that anyway, just out for a nighttime ride. Clears the head,” he smirked, leaning over his handlebars.
“Sure, if you want to end up dead and not be found until morning,” Heather mocked, and the asshole’s smile grew wider.
“Imagine that… though, you’re plenty dead already, right? Vampires, a fitting costume for blood-suckers like you. Veronica, you’re looking well,” he said, quickly changing the subject and lingering his eyes on Veronica as if he were appraising her.
Veronica herself didn’t say anything, looking surprised, and to be honest, Heather was too. He’d made her cry the last time they’d actually talked, and had avoided her like the plague in school ever since. To show up out of the blue and just be chummy with her, what was his game? Heather watched her tug her dress higher.
Of course, the guy would all but ignore the rest of them, and focus on Veronica. For a moment, a swell of jealousy hit her at Veronica getting such attention, but it quickly faded and became something colder. He wasn’t looking at her like he had when he and Veronica had first met, he was looking at her like she was… a nuisance. Like he’d stepped in shit, like he’d smudged a mirror. It was creepy, and she was done humouring him.
“Well, you’ve sat here long enough. Go ride your fucking bike into a ditch and leave us alone,” Heather said attempting her best to sound unbothered, something that became even harder when he turned that same thinly-veiled contempt.
Thankfully, he obliged, and with an exaggerated wave, he was off into the night.
“He’s kind of cute,” Duke commented, “In a dorky way.”
“And here I thought your standards couldn’t get any fucking lower,” Heather jabbed, too tired to put any heat behind it.
“Hey, Veronica was totally into him when he first showed up! Her standards are at least as low as mine,” she tried to retort, striking a nerve, and Heather seethed.
“I’ve had enough thinking about Jason Dean, shut up and go to sleep,” she spat, and when Veronica took her hand with a questioning look, she took a deep breath and sat against the curb, keeping it clutched.
Despite his departure, the presence of J.D. lingered around Heather’s head for a long while afterwards, right up until McNamara’s Dad arrived to take them home. From the sudden, pervasive silence of them all, she could guess that the others felt much the same. When they’d managed to all clamber inside the vehicle, Duke once more having to be dragged, Heather let the quiet music on the radio and the idle chatter between McNamara and her father distract her as best it could. Veronica leaned against her shoulder, mostly asleep and unaware of the world around her. She leaned back, her head atop Veronica’s.
Heather sighed, “What the hell did you see in him?”