Tomorrow Gets Me Higher (Beaver Backbeat Remix)
Remix Author: shanalle
Original Story: Those Old Fat Cats by Voleuse
Summary: Because Cassidy, he's a Casablancas, but he's the other Casablancas. The veritable beaver to his brother's dick, and he's been getting fucked as long as he can remember.
Rating: PG
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Spoilers: through 2x9
And love dares you to change our way of caring about ourselves
This is our last dance, this is ourselves
Under pressure
-- Queen
I. Then
Cassidy would like to say he's a man who doesn't break under pressure. He'd like to say he's strong enough, man enough to do what he wants to do, to stand up to people. To Dick, to his father, to anyone at all. He'd like to say a lot of things, "don't fucking call me Beaver," being at the top of the list. But, usually? He doesn't. Because Cassidy, he's a Casablancas, but he's the other Casablancas. The veritable beaver to his brother's dick, and he's been getting fucked as long as he can remember.
II. Now
He knows who she is. Well, sort of. He knows, at least, that her name's Mac and she's friends with Veronica and she's good with computers. And that Dick likes to call her the cyberdyke. But that's neither here nor there.
The bottom line is that she can do it better than anyone else can and, although distinct from his family in many ways, Cassidy Casablancas isn't yet above buying his way to the top.
Plus, she's kind of cute.
III. Then
When Cassidy was fourteen years old, Dick lost his virginity. It was, he'd later learn, not very good. It was, in fact, not even sex, but more not-quite-sort-of-almost sex. It was unfortunate for him – and for Christine Stewart – that this information was withheld from the majority of Neptune High students until two weeks after the event.
When she finally cracked and started spreading rumors of retaliation, Dick stopped bragging to the general public, but it didn't stop him from coming into Cassidy's room uninvited.
"Her panties were yellow," he'd tell him. "So was her bra." Then he'd sigh wistfully, an expert now on all things female. "I love bras, don't you?" Cassidy would blush to the roots of his hair and Dick would smirk. "Oh, you wouldn't know, would you? Virgin."
When Christine's dad got transferred to Los Angeles the following year, she didn't seem too sad to go. Cassidy couldn't blame her.
IV. Now
"The site looks great so far," he tells Mac, leaning forward on the back of her chair. She seems to sort-of-maybe lean back into him, and Cassidy can smell her shampoo. He sees blue and what looks like faded green streaks underneath.
"Is it Fortune 500 enough for you, Mr. Casablancas?" she turns her head and grins at him, letting out a small giggle. "I seriously still can't believe that's your name."
He looks down at her smiling face and can't help but grin himself. She winks at him and then blushes a faint pink before turning back to the screen.
"Sometimes," he says, "neither can I."
"Yeah," she says softly, still looking at the screen. "Neither can I."
V. Then
"Just fucking do it, Beaver," Dick says, and Cassidy can't help but comply. Adds mentally in his mind that this is the fourth thing Dick has made him do this week against his will.
Logan's standing there, smoking a cigarette like he owns it, and he shrugs. "Don't look at me, man, I'm just an innocent spectator."
"Says the man holding the steel pipe," Cassidy snorts, trying to hold back the panic of oh my god, we're going to get killed. He gasps in a breath, raises his arms and takes a swing. The motorcycle's side mirror shatters and Dick whoops with laughter.
VI. Now
Kendall comes home wearing yesterday's clothes.
"Hello, mother," Dick calls from the kitchen, managing to eye her in the most disturbing way.
"Hello, boys," she breezes by. Pauses, and looks at Dick. "What are you doing?"
"Cocktails. You want?" Dick holds up the shaker, silver glinting in the sunlight that streams in through the skylight. Kendall shakes her head.
"Too early."
"It's past four," Cassidy reminds her, trying to ignore the fact that she probably just woke up in Logan's bed not more than an hour ago.
"Early for me," she smiles.
"Did you give Logan my love?"
Cassidy scowls at Dick because, man, you're not supposed to acknowledge it, but Kendall takes it in stride.
"Twice."
Cassidy winces.
She begins to walk away and then stops, again, in afterthought. "Also Duncan says hello. His girlfriend does not. Nor does their mute friend."
"Friend?" Cassidy asks. Dick's already bored.
"Some girl. Whatever. Blue fucking hair, cute otherwise." She leaves the room and Cassidy turns away from his brother, lest he see the stupid grin.
VII. Then
"Don't you wanna…ya know?"
Cassidy looked at Dick strangely, because it wasn't like him to "ya know" anything, especially sex. Fuck, screw, get some pussy, yeah. But not…ya know.
"Yeah," Cassidy shrugged. "'Course I do just. Not like that." He looked at his brother, who looked away and for a moment – just a moment – it occurred to Cassidy that maybe he was also picturing Veronica, passed out on the bed with her dress at her waist and feeling just as disgusting as he was.
Then Dick turned his head and met Cassidy's eyes, his mouth forming a smirk and he let out a laugh. "Fag."
VIII. Now
He's walking through the halls when he sees her. She's got her hair pulled back and Veronica at her side, their heads together conspiring to god-knows-what to some poor schmuck. He's glad to know, for once, it's definitely not him.
"Hey," he smiles at her..
"Hey," she grins back. "You still recovering?"
"I'll make it through, somehow." He laughs and Veronica looks at them oddly "Mortal Kombat," he shrugs, gesturing toward Mac. "This one's brutal with a joystick." And then he blushes, because, well. Joystick.
"Is she now?" Veronica smirks and Mac nudges her in the side.
"We gotta—" Mac smiles again and takes Veronica's elbow.
"Right, see ya." He nods and Veronica is stifling a laugh. He makes a move to walk away, just as they do, and he and Mac bump shoulders. Veronica laughs out loud and Mac yanks her away, giving him a wave.
"See ya."
IX. Then
When Cassidy was twelve, he had a crush on Jennifer Reynolds. She sat in front of him in Geography and, when she shifted, he could see the faint outline of bra straps through her t-shirt.
Sometimes he'd help her with her homework and, once, he had dinner at her house. Their mostly-imaginary affair lasted a blissful eight days before Dick caught him staring at her as she walked by in the halls. After that, it was another thirty seconds before Dick ran up behind her and snapped her bra.
"Asshole!" she yelled as he ran away, hiding behind Cassidy's smaller frame. She adjusted her shirt and gave them both the finger before storming off.
X. Now
When Dick jumps onto Mac's desk, gyrating his hips and doing his best Christina Aguilera, Mac doesn't do anything at all. Cassidy makes a move to stop him, but Mac's eyes tell him, no, later and so he takes his seat. Three hours later she's got her iMac on her lap and Photoshop open in a secluded area of campus. Cassidy sits next to her, watching as her fingers move furiously over the keyboard.
"You're fucking brilliant," he tells her.
She turns to him and makes a face. "Duh."
And it's probably at that very moment, as she clicks and drags Dick's face across the screen, her eyes smiling, that Cassidy Casablancas officially breaks under the pressure that is Cindy 'Mac' Mackenzie.
The next day, Dick wants him seven kinds of dead, but all Cassidy can think of is getting to her. He finds her at her locker.
"So," he greets her. He hadn't thought much further than this, but he knows what she likes. Websites, coffee. Possibly him.
She laughs. "So."
"I was thinking," he continues, "we could talk more about the website. Over coffee or something."
"Or something." She shuts her locker, leans her shoulder against the door. "Is that a euphemism?"
He laughs. "Maybe."
"Then maybe," she says, "we could."
"Are you free tonight?"
"Maybe," she repeats.
Cassidy laughs again, and she grins.
End.
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