After one too many shots and a heated argument with Heather Chandler, Veronica was pissed— and in your yard?

You were laying in bed peacefully, when you heard the window lock snap, Veronica stepping inside.

Her eyebrows knit as you got up from the bed in surprise, putting a shushing hand to your face. She wanted to avoid any trouble.

“Heather Chandler says I’ve got till Monday. And trust me, I know how I wanna spend it.” She says, looking slightly disheveled.