#115 Absolutely Sweet Veronica (500 words)

Inspired by: Absolutely Sweet Marie

Ein waited in the Beacon Bar and checked his watch for the eighth time. He didn’t know for sure, but it was implied after their week of hedonism Duke and Veronica would be back to regular couple goals. 

Honestly, Ein lost interest in heisting after he saw Reggie’s shadow last week. It seemed so simple. The rich have so much they’ll never miss it, but physically taking their possessions felt gross. Who knows what sentimental wealth objects possess. He just wanted to have friends. 

Ein finished his beer and prepared to leave when Veronica sat down across from him. She looked disheveled, and her clothes were covered in paint. 

“You’re back? Where, Duke?” Ein asked. 

Veronica chugged her entire beer and, without making eye contact, said, “we broke up, he’s out of the gang.”

“Oh no, are you okay?”

“Not really.”

“Can I do anything to help?” 

“Drink with me.”

“Uh, okay,” Ein said as he held up two fingers to the bartender that they’ll need another round. 

The bartender gave him a different kind of two fingers, implying Ein will have to get up and get the drinks himself. 

When Ein returned, he put one of the beers in front of Veronica, and she immediately drank the whole thing. He set his down, and she drank it too. 

“Do you want anymore?”


A few minutes later, Ein returned, but this time held on to his beer. Veronica seemed to be satiated enough to sip on her own. 

“I want to do one more heist. I want to bank the money, and I want to leave Beacon forever.”

“What? Why? So soon?”

“Duke’s out there, and he knows too much. We need to disappear, but we need the financing to do it properly.”

“I don’t want to disappear, I just want to be a philanthropist.”

“You can’t become a philanthropist by robbing billionaires. You become a philanthropist by robbing the working class. That way, the politicians celebrate you and will do anything to share your earnings.”

“That doesn’t seem fair. I don’t think I can just go on the run, though. I have a cat, and they’re pretty scared all the time can I stay in Beacon? I’ll take a smaller cut. I just started this to get out of the house. My only friend broke up with me, and you guys seemed cool. I enjoyed the comradery, but I had a sinking feeling in my stomach all week. I think Reggie was home, and he probably saw us.”

“Listen to me, kid. I’ve been fucked over by two men in my life. Duke and Jon Fall. We’re taking them both down. Are you with me?”

“Jon Fall,” Ein said nervously, his voice cracked, “You don’t think we need more people for this?”

“There’s no time!” Veronica pounded on the table, “Duke knows they plan, and he’s bound to spill. Now I have one question for you…”


“Can you pilot a jet?”

Ein smiled, “I bet I can.”

Published by einquin

Writing personal exploration flash fiction as well as building the foundations for a comic book universe.

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