He couldn't help the slight face he made when Veronica mentioned the cup and the Wasps. He knew it wasn't fooling anyone that moving to the team hadn't exactly been a step up as much as a step -- well, to be generous, more or less to the side -- but he was happier on the team. It was a little less pressure and a little more freedom to be a loose cannon, both things that he appreciated.
Besides, spending more time with Veronica and less time with Sumpter breathing down his neck wasn't anything to sneeze at either. He chuckled, placing his free hand on her waist to guide them toward a nearby seat. "I don't know about the turn-out, other than Bagman's angry ex-girlfriends. Still, it might've been a little more exciting." The crowd was lively, certainly, but he'd always preferred the rough-and-tumble bar crowd. Even after years of playing the field, he still felt a bit out of shape in his suit.
"I think you're just excited to get home and grab the scissors so you can hack my mop off," he mused, taking her hand in his and turning it over. He was much more comfortable with her than anyone else here, and it showed. He wasn't reclusive, just -- well, he wanted to be comfortable right now. Comforted, even, and that was something only Veronica could really do.
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