Veronica
Richard was not going to lie -- he was a little bit glad to finally be able to rid himself of his Playoff Hair. It wasn't that it was a bad look for him, but brushing the stuff out -- he felt a little bit like a woman. As far as he was concerned, a season where he hadn't even broken any bones was a season more or less wasted, but -- well, he'd promised Veronica he'd be a tad more careful after they'd both come so close to literally biting the dust with that damned virus.
He hadn't
liked the idea of it, but he also didn't like the idea of losing the woman he'd become very close to. He rested his hand on Veronica's shoulder as he came up next to her, offering her a glass of wine.
"Come on, have a drink. At least if you end up on the floor, I can carry you home and feel like a hero." Instead of a loser, you know.
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