With her laptop stowed safely in its backpack, Veronica stepped lightly down the sidewalk of the busy street. She'd been in Nachton for a couple months now, but she still wasn't used to the almost constant flood of people that walked up and down the Strip.
The sun was bright and warm and Veronica had the day off work. But of course, there really was no such thing as a 'day off' when you're an architect. Which is most of the reason she had her laptop with her today. Otherwise she would have loved to leave the damn thing back in the apartment.
As she stepped in front of the door to an Indian restaurant whose name she had no dreams of pronouncing, her stomach rumbled loudly. How did she get to be so hungry? She just ate - she fished out her cell phone - six hours ago?! How the hell did it get to be so late in the afternoon? Well, it didn't matter now. There was no way her stomach was going to let her go without sampling this wonderful aroma. There were a few empty tables outside on the sidewalk, so Veronica requested one from the host. He was cute - obviously not Indian himself - and she could feel his eyes on her as she sat down.
Veronica was wearing a small pink tank-top that left little of her chest to the imagination. The bottom of the small shirt came several inches from touching the waistband of her jean shorts. They rode low on her hips and were cut very high on her legs, leaving miles of sun-kissed thigh open for appraisal. She wore a pair of cheap flip-flops and her long crimson hair was braided into one long pony-tail.
"Thank you," she said with a polite smile after he took her drink order. She found what she wanted a moment after he left. Putting the menu down on the other side of the table, she pulled her laptop out and booted it up. She crossed a leg over the other, exposing even more of her flawless thigh to whoever wanted to look, and began going over some design documents while she waited for someone to come and take her order.
She walked down the street, Dill walking close by the body hugging black jeans she had chosen that morning. As she walked, she re-adjusted her purse, and slid her hands down her purple gauze tank top, that showed the white lacey camisole beneath it.
She stopped in front of the Indian place and inhaled deeply, as she looked around she spotted the woman with crimson hair and laptop and grinned. She knew that hair.
"Veronica? Veronica Miller?"
She spoke as she crossed the sidewalk to the little table.
Lifting her eyes from the computer monitor, she had to squint against the natural brilliance of the sun. She caught sight of a cute blond girl looking directly at her. She tickled something in the back of Veronica's memory, but she couldn't pull anything forward.
"Do I know you?" Veronica asked, still squinting against the blazing sun, as the vaguely-familiar woman approached the table.
((permission given by Meegan to move her a few steps toward the table))
"I'm sorry. Meegan Masters, "She placed a hand on her chest."we met at one of Tyler's Thanksgiving party."
Meegan smiled brightly as she held out her hand to Veronica. She was excited to see a familiar face in this strange town, and she happened to enjoy the company of this particular face.
'I hope she remembers me, I will feel really stupid if she doesn't.' She gave a mental shrug. "Either way I get Indian food.'
Dill sat as his mistress spoke, looking intently at the new person.
((edit: Veronica thinks I don't say enough...))
Veronica held a hand over her eyes to try and block out the glare of the sun as she studied the approaching woman.
Meegan.... Tyler's Thanksgiving party......
Suddenly it clicked into place and a bright smile that rivaled the sun lit up the short woman's face.
"Meegan! Holy shit, the girl with almost-weird name!" Veronica nearly lept to her feet. Oh yeah, she remembered her now. Well, remembered most of what happened at that party. Everything after 10 o'clock or so had been lost in a fog of alcohol. But the memories she did have were quite pleasant.
"How've you been?" Veronica asked, holding her arms up in invitation for a hug.
((edit: fixing my weird italics coding skills)
"It's been a long time. You look great!"
Meegan's cheeks were flushed with her pleasure at feeling this particular body against her's after such a long time.
Meegan was taller than Veronica, so the red-headed girl had to rise up on her tip-toes to hug her properly. Veronica pressed the full length of her body against Meegan, almost as if drawn by magnetism. She had to force herself to keep from lifting a leg and curling it around her waist.
The hug only lasted a second, maybe two, but it had definitely sparked something deep inside Veronica. She swept her eyes down Meegan's body, then back up. Oh yes, she remembered her now.
"It has," Veronica said, nibbling on her lower lip. Her eyes sparkled dangerously. "You look pretty yummy yourself," she added with a sly wink. "Come, sit down." Turning to bend a little over the table, Veronica closed her laptop and dropped the menu onto a far chair before dropping back into her own.
"Thanks! Have you eaten here before?" Meegan dropped her purse into the chair with the menu and didn't wait for Veronica to answer.
"So what have you been doing with your life? Did you get your degree are you a famous arcitect now?" As she spoke she layed a hand on Veronica's arm, her eyes searching for the waiter.
"Yeah, I got my degree, but I'm not famous yet." She winked at the pretty girl from Tyler's party and crossed her legs beneath the table. Veronica's toes accidently brushed a shin, and she had to quickly stifle the rush of excitement. "What about you? You were studying fashion design or some such, weren't you?"
The waiter came back then with Veronica's drink. Taking a sip of the iced tea, Veronica told him to take Meegan's order, but include it on her bill.
Meegan crossed her legs beneath the table, letting her elegant Italian leather sandle slide from her foot as she moved. When her leg settled, she let her toes rest against Veronica's. She managed to keep the shiver up her spine from showing.
Veronica leaned forward a little bit, causing her breasts to settle on top of her laptop. "What's it called?" she asked, completely oblivious to the people around them watching the two women touching each other with much more familiarity than newly reunited friends might exhibit. Not that she would have cared anyway. Veronica's eyes sparkled with excitement as she wondered at the odds of meeting this woman again, especially in such a big city.
((edit: forgot to close my italics again *sigh*))
"Are you serious?! I love your bodices! I have three of them in my closet, and I can't find enough places to where them!"
"Mind if I order for us?"
Veronica nodded for her to go ahead. Meegan turned to the waiter and spoke to him in Hindi. She she was finished, he bowed to her. She nodded her head in returned then turned back to Veronica.
"What brought you to Nachton?"
((actions done with permission))
She was smartly dressed in a steel blue business suit, neatly buttoned plain white blouse, a skirt that dropped just below her knees, matching low pointed heels topped with nude stockings. A gentle hint of bronze eye shadow glittered when she blinked. A dark leather portfolio hung from her shoulder, and a small black leather purse jutted from her underarm. She cleared her throat to get the host's attention after a few moments.
In a low, clear but smoky voice, she asked, "Excuse me, I believe you should have me down for a lunch meeting. My name is Rachyl Walker. Has my dining companion arrived yet?"
"Do you ever talk to Tyler any more?" Tyler was cute, she remembered. And a dervish in the sack. They'd had a fling for a while after the party, but their lives drifted apart. Veronica hadn't heard from him in a couple years. If Meegan knew where to find him... She licked her lips at the possibilities.
"Not in years." Meegan sipped from her water and thought for a moment. "But my Aunt says, his mom says he's doing well, something about coaching a swim team."
Veronica swung her eyes back to Meegan. "Tyler? A swim coach?" She leaned back in her chair, laughing. "Why can't I picture that?"
She let her eyes follow where Veronica's had gone and spotted the woman. She looked vaguely familiar, but Meegan couldn't place why.
"So are you trying to tell me, by not saying anything, that no, there's no one waiting here for me, there's no reservation with my name attached, and that you're wasting my time by simply not saying 'No ma'am, there's no listing with your name?'" Calmly spoken, her voice nevertheless had an edge to it.
The cool air inside made her skin pebble as she stepped through the door. She glanced down and - sure enough, her nipples were standing tall and proud. But the question was, how long have they been like that?
Veronica lifted her eyes just in time to avoid running smack into the back of the woman in the suit she'd seen go in the restaurant. She wasn't able to avoid her completely, however. Veronica's breast grazed the woman's arm as she tried to spin around her. It sent a small spark through her already aroused body.
"Oh shit, I'm sorry," Veronica said quickly to the woman in the blue suit. "Are you alright?"