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Hey, that's the best thing.

[Seriously it's not like she cares that much. You're not a child.]

Probably the only thing I miss about...any of my exes.

[But her image! Just imagine the horror if people knew she had sex with her girlfriend!]

I do have to admit, waking up in the arms of someone you care about feels really good.

["Any"?]

Have you dated often?

Not super often, but enough.

[Pen shrugs and taps off her fingers...]

Four guys, almost all of them in high school. And then two girls.

Well... they do say college is the time for experimenting.

[She takes a bottle of red wine from the cooler bottle she brought, popping the cork and filling the glasses Pen brought over.]

Though with your looks, I'm not surprised so many people were after you.

[Pen takes a glass, and snorts a laugh, grateful she hasn't been drinking when Vera said that.]

Hah. Now you're just flattering me.

Sorry, I thought we were just being honest.

[She takes a polite sip of her wine.]

[and Pen tosses a bottlecap at her before sipping her drink.]

Ridiculous. But thank you.

Hey!

[She flinches as the bottlecap hits her in the chest.]

See if I compliment you again.

[Snorting, Pen takes another drink, deeper this time.]

Hah, sure.

[Closing her eyes, she can't help but grin more seriously.]

Seriously, thank you.

[Vera shares in that long drink, offering a smile in return.]

Don't worry about it, everybody could use a compliment every once in a while.

It's true. Buttttt, y'know how it goes.

[Sitting down finally, Pen grabs another slice of pizza and chews at it with some ferocity...]

You've been stressing this stuff with Victoria, huh?

Yeah, definitely.

[She sighs, kind of hoping that wasn't going to get brought up again. Then again, wasn't that why she was here?]

I just don't know what I'm going to do when word gets out. I know I can't hide it forever.

You can't and you shouldn't. It's only going to make you miserable.

[She sighs and looks down at her drink.]

It's also not anyone's business but yours.

You know that's not true. People know who we are. They'll talk, and that shit will follow me forever.

[She takes another sip of her wine.]

And? It'll follow you but the world is changing.

Are you really willing to sacrifice your sanity and what sounds like a good relationship?

I don't want to sacrifice anything I just...

[She takes a breath, this was getting far more emotional than she had planned. Reaching up with one hand, she wipes her eyes and pinches the bridge of her nose.]

My father sent me to Recollé as a punishment. If he finds out about this, I don't know what he'll do.

Hey. If you need to cry, you don't have to hold back, but if you want my opinion? I'd say Recolle is a good place to be.

[She taps her chest cheerfully, almost forcing it.]

It's not like his opinion is going to change who you are either.

[She doesn't need to cry, so long as she's taking deep breaths. Composure, Vera, composure.]

I... never thought I'd agree with you on that. I actually have friends and a life of my own here.

[She takes another sip of her wine.]

Still, it would only take one phone call and I would be on the next plane back to Germany.

Would it really? You'd do that?

[See, Pen doesn't believe she would. Which is probably naive on her part, but not having any parents? Makes it easier.]

Just give up and move?

Not willingly, but I don't really have a choice.

You always have a choice.

I'm not going to push you to talk about it though. Just...if it comes up, know I'm on your side.

[The way she was raised, the things she knows she would lose, she really doesn't have much of a choice. But she wasn't going to argue because Pen wouldn't understand where she's coming from, she thinks.]

That... really means a lot to me, Pen. Thank you.

[She goes to take another sip of her glass, only to be met with the empty bottom staring back at her.]

Shit, I really put that away.

[Pen snorts a laugh and nods towards the bottle.]

There's always more. And pizza to boot. You're not going anywhere and tomorrow's a Sunday, so...why worry about a little drinking huh?

[Vera chuckles.]

Need I remind you that the last time we did "a little drinking", you ended up in my lap?

[Not that that's stopping her from pouring another glass.]

Your point is...?

[She's not bothered by this at all.]

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Apparently my clock is off.