veronica mars doesn't have a tag? wow, i need to fix that. also, gossip girl spoilerish.

[sleuthtastic]

Oh, ye nineties child of Spice Girls and hot pants. Let me tell you of a little story I like to call 'You don't drag a girl like me out into the sticks this close to Christmas, otherwise my boot meets your persqueeter'.

No? Not familiar with that one?

You should be.

(And I don't know who this Dan Humphrey is, but he should stop taking credit for my work.)

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[depo]

[ Being a child of the '80s, Cary would like you to know that none of this is his fault. ]

It's less a lack of familiarity and more that I'm still reacting to the fact you said persqueeter.

[sleuthtastic]

[ Veronica scrunches her nose, holding up a single digit in-front of his face. (Or maybe more shoulder-level, considering.) ]

I could have said hiney. You should be applauding my restraint.

[depo]

Yeah, okay, [ Cary says in a voice that indicates no, not okay, while sideyeing the finger being held up in front of him. ] It might be time to have a chat about what restraint actually looks like. Because I guarantee, this isn't it.

[sleuthtastic]

[ His voice says no but his eyes say yes, or maybe the total reverse of that. Veronica's finger closes in to poke him hard in the shoulder, creases to suit jackets be damned. ]

Oops. You're right. Restraint gone.

[ :') ]

[depo]

[ Cary would be annoyed if it weren't for his lifelong soft spot for sass-talking women, even short, probably minor ones. So instead he just brushes his hand over his shoulder to make sure the fabric's lying flat and tries to keep his amusement at least a little in check. ]

Whoa, there. You sure you want to be doing that? We lawyers have old-fashioned views on unprovoked assault and battery.

[sleuthtastic]

[ "Probably minor ones." Oh, Cary. Have you been talking to our favorite friend? ]

A lawyer? That does explain why you smell like corporate greed and a hint of sandalwood.

[depo]

[ That would require having friends first. ]

No, it explains the smell of corporate greed. The sandalwood is thanks to the woman I share an office with.

[sleuthtastic]

[ You grinch. ]

God forbid she changes to patchouli.