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So the thing is, it's damn near impossible for a goo girl to conceal a watergun about her person. She would probably have to wear actual clothes, and that's just right out.

Therefore, there's a woman made of raspberry Jell-O sitting out by the lake, scooping up lake water and firing it back out with her hands shaped into little pistols. And since she is a goo girl, that means that there are actual replicas of that water-gun on the ends of her wrists.

If anyone asks, she's bored and entertaining herself while she waits for someone interesting (i.e. hot) to appear. Hey, this is Raz. It's true, games aside.

[tinytag: assassin]

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I was walking outside in hopes that I'd find someone. I don't. I find someone, something else, of the likes I've never seen before.

I find myself yet again trying too hard not to stare.

Raz makes her hands into hands again and waves.

Perhaps luckily for Paul, she's shaped as though she's wearing clothes, out of habit.

I return her wave with a timid, weak one of my own.

She's used to people being weirded out, and just laughs quietly, giving him a bright grin before resting her head on her hands and staring out into the lake.

I grin back, a bit awkwardly. She probably doesn't see. Well, I'll give her the courtesy of privacy without some guy ogling her. Anyway, the person I'm looking for's not out here, so I'll just return to the bar for a cup of coffee.

By the time ~~Veronica~~ ~~Elle~~ Veronica makes her way outside, she's pretty tired of being Elle. Fresh air is definitely needed.

Barefoot, pumps in hand, she makes her way down towards the lake – but it's not too long before she spots the neon-coloured Jell-O girl.

Her mind churns, and throws up a memory.

"Ohhh..."

Well, better to get the apologizing over with now.

"Heyy..." she calls guiltily, wandering over. "Did I get drunk and request to take body shots off of you not too long ago?"

Beam.

"Hey, yeah, you did!"

Thumbs up!

"How you doin'?"

"Goood..." Veronica replies, slowly.

This wasn't exactly the response she was expecting. At least it's easier.

Eventually she adds, "Less drunk today!"

"Awesome. Me too!"

Did we mention she's beaming? 'Cos she is. Beaming.

It would appear Raz is having a good day.

Master of the understatement, Veronica says, "You seem happy."

It's kind of infectious, though.

"I am!"

And there's a good reason for that, too.

"I fuckin' love this place."

And some days she appreciates it more than others.

Veronica grins at the sentiment.

"It does have its moments." Gesturing out over the calm surface of the water, she adds, "This is probably one of the good ones."

"Sure does."

She tilts her head a little.

"You," Raz declares authoritatively, "are cute."

It's possible she's said this before.

Possibly Veronica has not heard it while sober.

She dips her head, slightly, to hide the embarrassed pink glow.

"Thank you."

It takes a moment, but: "You're not too bad yourself."

"I know."

Her smile is smug, but she's also genuinely flattered.

There is a small silence, filled with blushing.

Finally Veronica ends it with, "Um. So.

"So – what do you do, when you're not in the bar?"

She has to think about this one for a moment.

Then: "Sex?"

The narration apologizes for the bluntness. It's a Raz thing.

"Uh...

"I meant more... for a living?"

Raz nods encouragingly.

What? Granted she's a whore in the bar more often than out of it, but it's still her chosen career.

"Oh.

"Oh."

Beat.

"Well I guess that... I mean, I've always thought of sex as a rather, uh, sticky ordeal, so I suppose you're one step ahead of things in... uh..."

Yeah, can't finish that thought.

"Do you... enjoy it?"

"Hell yeah!"

No shame, this one. None at all.

"Well, that's good, anyway."

Veronica's specialty isn't Vice, but that doesn't mean she hasn't heard things. Anyway, most rules go out the window when dealing with a woman made of what is, in most parts of the world, a sweet, delicious, wiggly snack.

She smiles a little more.

"Yeah. Good."

Enthusiastic nod.

"It would be interesting to..."

She trails off.

"Nevermind."

"Yeah? Interesting to what?"

"Nothing! I didn't say anything."

It's quite insistent, as she flops down onto a nearby patch of grass.

"Awwwww, c'mon."

She winks.

"Sure you did!"

"Dunno what you're talking about."

She's still grinning, though.

Raz leans down and... well, it's possible she's trying to tweak Veronica's nose, but the motion is halfhearted and too gentle.

Veronica scrunches up her face a little in response, but it's an equally halfhearted gesture.

Possibly her mind is distracted, thinking of other things.

Other things that don't involve... nose touching, per se.

She grins and shifts a little on the rock she's perched on, sitting up and crossing her legs.

All the better to peer at Veronica and try to figure out what the heck she's thinking.

Of course, this being Raz, her and thinking don't naturally go together.

It must be because she's spent all day pretending she's Elle. That's the only explanation.

Surely there's no other reason why she'd sliiide along, joining Raz on the rock. And why she'd lean over a little, her shoulder brushing the other girl's.

Oh, hey.

Raz's grin widens, and she slings an arm around Veronica's shoulder.

"Hi there," she says, cheerfully cliched.

"...Hi!" Veronica replies, a little breathy, a little embarrassed.

Nevertheless her face is suddenly very close to the other girl's, and she doesn't seem inclined to pull away.

"What's up?" asks Raz, still cheerful.

"Um..."

With a nervous grin, Veronica says, "I just wanted to ask..."

She leans closer, lips nearly brushing Raz's earlobe.

"...Forgive me?"

She may be referring to the nozzle of the water gun pressed up against Raz's side.

Squirt!

"...bitch," says Raz, glowering.

And shoving Veronica in the general direction of the lake with both hands.

Splash!

...Well, she probably deserves that.

She brings herself to the surface of the water again, giggling despite herself.

"Sorry!"

She wrings out her hair.

"Not sure if it helps, but I really did mean it about the cute."

Dammit, Veronica, you've gone and ruined Raz's good mood.

...apparently she's going to deal with this by offering Veronica a hand to help her out of the water. Well, Raspberry finds it difficult to hold grudges against pretty girls.

"You'll have to come up to my room to get my folder, so's you know who you're after now."

Is that a mischievous grin? No, it couldn't possibly be. Clearly it is just a trick of the light.

"Well... alright."

Veronica hesitates, but decides to go ahead and accept the offered hand.

"But I'll probably end up dripping all over your carpet."

"Dude, c'mon."

She pulls the solid woman up easily. Raz is stronger than she looks.

"You think I care if you make messes in my room?"

"Maybe?"

Without really thinking about it, she adds, "One way or another though, I should probably get out of these wet clothes."

"I can get behind that," Raz says shamelessly.

Veronica opens her mouth, then closes it again. Coupled with her sopping wet attire, she's looking quite a bit like a fish out of water.

"I –"

She rallies somewhat.

"Tell you what, we'll... discuss the details."

Pause.

"Upstairs."

"Sounds good to me."

She beams lewdly and starts to lead Veronica upstairs.

And as they make their way back in to the bar, Veronica can't help but think that no matter who her next target is, there's no way she's going to be able to use that same strategy again.

No matter how effective it may be.

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