[i'm not sure how i'm going to end up stringing these all together and make it sound right. this is also in third person, unlike the other three. i tried it in first but it worked better this way. i really just like these characters i've made up. i'm not sure what this adds to the story, maybe nothing, and i might just scrap it but i really just like writing dialogue between these two.]
“Do you mind?”
Veronica turned toward her slowly, blowing smoke into her pale face.
Elise clenched her jaw. “Suppose that answers my question.” She crossed her arms and leaned against the wall beside her friend. “You could at least try to be kind, you know.” She gestured outward toward the partygoers, adding softly, “these… these are our people! Smart, educated, nonjudgemental –”
Snorting, Veronica put her cigarette out in a cup of something bluish. “These are your people, Elise. Your college fuckers. I simply did you a favor by coming here with you.”
“A favor! Why, I –”
“Elise!” A tall, lanky man with oversized glasses sidled up to them. He was wearing a smart tweed waistcoat and jacket. “I’m glad you came!” He looked over at Veronica and smiled. “And hello, who might you be?”
Veronica either sneered or forced a smile; it was hard to tell which. “The name’s Richie. Richie Cunningham, and I s’pose you know the Fonz here. I like your mutton chops.”
The man absentmindedly touched his reddish facial hair. “Oh – uh – thank you.”
Elise rolled her eyes. “Adam, this is Veronica. Veronica, Adam.”
Adam nodded and smiled. Veronica took out another cigarette. “Charming party,” she purred. “I assume you invited our small friend and this is your humble abode?”
“Yes,” he responded proudly. “And, uh, I hate to say this but I’d rather people not smoke in here.”
Veronica paused mid-light. “Look, kiddo, the smoke smell won’t last but a week, I promise.”
Elise closed her eyes and sighed.
“Well, uh, I’d really rather you not,” Adam said, scratching his head nervously.
“She’s not going to,” Elise said, abruptly snatching the cigarette from her friend, and giving her a stern look.
“Aw, yeah, of course not, man,” Veronica said with a pasted grin. “You march to the beat of your own drum. No drugs and all that. Cool, man.”
He looked slightly bewildered, and Elise touched his arm. “Hey, uh, we’re gonna go… get some air, okay? Be back in a few minutes.”
“Yeah, all right,” he said, with a twitchy head scratch again.
“Gotta go get that nicotine that I’m addicted to, rather,” said Veronica, as Elise dragged her away.
Once they were outside, Elise handed Veronica her cigarette. “You are being a complete asshole.”
“’Ey!” she cried over the cigarette between her lips as she clicked her lighter. “Ish jusht having shome fhun! Shoosh.”
“If you didn’t want to fucking come, you didn’t have to.”
Veronica blew smoke out her nose. “Please. I’m the one with the car.”
“I could have gotten a ride!”
“From who, Walking Neurosis back there? Can he even operate a lawnmower?”
Elise rolled her eyes. “You can’t operate a lawnmower, Veronica. And he’s not that bad.”
“I have acrylic nails, sweetheart. And yes he is. He’s a nervous freak. Just like you.”
“Well quite honestly, I’m flattered,” Elise said haughtily, hands on her hips. “I quite like Adam, and I don’t know why you don’t either, if you hang around with me so much.”
Veronica sighed. “My dear, my dear. Do I have any choice in the matter? You’re like a puppy that wandered into my yard. I can’t help but like you.” She reached out and pinched Elise’s cheeks, but Elise slapped her hand away.
“You don’t really like anyone.” Elise nearly shouted. “You hate humanity. And by extension, yourself. Don’t argue with me,” she added as Veronica opened her mouth. “You know it’s true.” She sighed heavily and kicked the concrete steps. “I’m trying to set things right – I know there is goodness in people.”
“You feel guilty,” said Veronica dully. “I knew it. And now you’ll give any motherfucker a fucking chance.”
“Not just any!” Elise cried. Someone from inside looked out the window at them, and she lowered her voice. “I really like a lot of these people. Especially Adam. They’re just trying to get by, just live, you know. He’s got no pretenses or self-righteousness. And he’s forthcoming about his faults, which is sure as hell more than you can do.”
Veronica snorted again. “Uh huh. Honey, they’re all the same.” She put both of her hands on Elise’s shoulders. “I’m only looking out for you, you’ve got to see that. There’s nobody that can be trusted. At least not immediately. We’ve got to look out for each other, for the world, that’s what that whole business was all about to start with.”
“Maybe the world doesn’t need looking out for!” Elise said with a last swift kick to the step. There was no response, so she kept going. “Maybe I don’t need looking out for, either. You thought of that?” She looked down at the dirty ground as Veronica’s cigarette hand shook visibly. “I’m going back inside.” Without a last glance she slipped through the jarred screen door and out of sight.