[Johnny had barely gotten his bearings, folding his legs beneath him for balance, when the bubble opened again and another body was thrown in. There was a violent crashing about before he could settle again and when he looked up, there was a hell of a lot of skin in his face and even if he couldn't feel much past his thighs, there was definitely someone's ass in his lap.
It was a moment later that he processed the voice. A familiar voice at that. God, this day was not going to get less awkward anytime soon.]
Veronica?!
[He leans back and holds still as she tries to untangle herself. It takes a concerted effort on his part not to stare before he sees the hand she's holding out to him.]
Oh! Uh- No, no I'm fine.
[He waves away the concern and tries to prop himself back up from the slippery surface of whatever this bubble is made of. He'd heard the term "plastic" a few times, but it felt more like H.P.'s weird spray stuff.]
Not your fault anyway. What the hell was that?
[Okay, it was one thing if his legs didn't want to listen to him, but now his eyes were having a really difficult time listening to him and staying focused on Veronica's face and not everything else.]
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It was a moment later that he processed the voice. A familiar voice at that. God, this day was not going to get less awkward anytime soon.]
Veronica?!
[He leans back and holds still as she tries to untangle herself. It takes a concerted effort on his part not to stare before he sees the hand she's holding out to him.]
Oh! Uh- No, no I'm fine.
[He waves away the concern and tries to prop himself back up from the slippery surface of whatever this bubble is made of. He'd heard the term "plastic" a few times, but it felt more like H.P.'s weird spray stuff.]
Not your fault anyway. What the hell was that?
[Okay, it was one thing if his legs didn't want to listen to him, but now his eyes were having a really difficult time listening to him and staying focused on Veronica's face and not everything else.]