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I'm eighteen, just so you know
current song: Put the blame on me - Akon
I won't excuse myself for my absence because... well... nobody reads this.
The inspiration has been absent too, my muse(Tink) has been away on vacation, even if she doesn't do much.
This is a Veronica Mars piece about... Lilly... If you know me, you realize that most of my VM pieces are about Lilly, for some strange reason.
It's kind of inspired by another fic (which name I don't remember right now). And by inspired, I just mean I took the idea of Lilly, Dean and Sam meeting up.
Lilly Kane enters like she owns the place. Not at all insecure that this is a new bar and she doesn't have back-up. And by back-up she doesn't mean Veronica's dog.
She walks up to the counter and orders a drink, not one of those fruity little things either. Lilly Kane drinks like a man. The bartender asks for an id and she produces the piece of plastic.
When the man leaves to get her whisky, the hot guy besides her says with a smile.
"That's a good fake."
"Everything I own is real." She doesn't miss a beat and can only smile when his eyes wander south.
"I'm sure. Everything but that id. Don't worry, it's a good one... Sandra. You shouldn't ask for your money back." He's not a cop, she knows.
"Call me Sandy." Veronica's choice of a name is only explainable by a John Travolta movie night. Not that she will ever admit to that.
"I'm Dean. So... how old are you?"
"A lady never tells."
Their flirting is interrupted by a giant. The boy is too tall for his own good, a mop of brown hair and puppy eyes. Lilly Kane can spot puppy eyes a mile away.
"Very mature, Dean. Leaving me to walk the whole way."
"He keeps following me home." Dean tells her with a smirk. "I guess it's true what they say about feeding strays."
"Dean." The taller man is obviously not amused.
"Sandy, this is Sammy, my little brother." She ignores Sam's protest that he is Sam not Sammy.
"Just like Donut, MY little brother." Lilly isn't sure why she shares, maybe she misses the kid already. Or maybe not.
"Your mother named him Donut?" Dean asks with a raised eyebrown.
"Yes... And she named me Muffin but I got a court order." Her tone is sarcastic and biting. Sam laughs at his brother being told off.
"You should go home, this is no place for a teenager." Dean says finally. He is one of those good guys, Lilly thinks, the ones that won't do it with underage girls. In Lilly's own experience, there aren't many of those out there.
"I can handle myself." There is finality also in her voice as she drinks her whisky in one gulp.
Years later, Dean will read about her murder in a magazine. Her real name and her highschool photo, she was just 17.
So... if there is someone reading this, just shout. I want to make sure I'm not the last living person in the world. I would get bored pretty fast!
R & R!
Lali
Hey, I really liked this. You've got all three of the characters pegged perfectly! Any chance of a follow up piece? :D