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 Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 8:17 pm
Whatever else was going on in her life, Quinn could take consolation in this one thing: Veer, clicking through page after page of Monster.com jobs at her computer, hunting for something [anything!] to occupy his days. It was a sign that whatever had happened to him was, at long last, wearing off. It was a sign that he was ready to rejoin the real world. Well. Maybe. The problem, of course, was that he clicked through the pages without really clicking on the jobs. The problem was that it was a year, more or less, since he last worked, and no explanation as to why. The problem was that he had no real references. Or at least not ones who could vouch for him. Not ones he trusted, right now. He growled at the screen as he clicked to the next page.
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 9:08 pm
Quinn was livid. Well, she was flip-flopping between livid, panicked, and sad. So when her keys rattled at the front door it would be a mystery which would enter- until she pushed through and slammed the door behind her. Tossing her hoodie and keys into a pile on the floor, she immediately went over to her liquor cabinet, cracked open a bottle of tequila and took a long, painful swig. Apparently she intended to continue drinking after sharing Vodka with Zac because if not drinking, she would probably be powered up and killing someone. It was after she put the bottle on the countertop to take a breath that she noticed Veer sitting at her computer. She stood there for a moment, hand on her precious bottle of tequila, and watched him- undecided if she wanted to go over to him, sulk on the couch, or by-pass him entirely to drink alone in her room. Instead of coming to a decision, she took another long drink.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 1:12 pm
It was like an old Western duel; the pair of them blinking at each other, Veer frozen with his hand on the mouse and his eyes meeting Quinn's. As she wondered what she should do, he had the same thoughts. That kind of bad mood was worrisome, and if it was his doing -- something entirely possible, to be honest -- he didn't want to be in the apartment when she decided to face the problem head on. Even if it had nothing to do with him at all, well, sometimes people got caught in the crossfire. Flee, fight, or diffuse? He just had to catch his breath, and then he blinked, slowly, coming into focus. his usual smile taking over. He never really was that smart when it came to the social. "Bad day?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 2:24 pm
A really really big part of Quinn wanted to throw something at Veer. Had he really not checked his compact mirror since she'd been gone? Instead, she laughed which threw her off completely and probably made no sense. She shook her head, grinned and took another long drink of Tequila before sauntering on over to him, hips swaying. "Understatement of the century, darlin'," she quipped before glancing at the monitor, then back at him. Spinning the computer chair so it was facing her directly, she put her bottle down on the desk and then leaned forward towards him with both hands on the arms of the chair. She laughed again, thinking about the s**t-show of a day she's had. "Did you know that we're a liability now, Veer?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 8:22 pm
Veer still looked wary; his head tipped back to look up at her from behind a tousled red curl, his posture tense and careful, defensive. As she swayed, he reached out slowly to grab the tequila and down a gulp himself. maybe if he were a bit drunk, they'd be on an equal playing field. maybe it'd stabilize things, a bit. "...people have definitely told me that before." Joking was safe territory for him. He spoke around the mouth of the bottle, and then tipped it back again to drink more. Make it kick in faster. "A lot, even."
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 8:41 pm
Eyes narrowed to slits as she watched him drink, before yoinking the bottle out of his hand and putting it to her own lips. Quinn wasn't entirely sure there was such a thing as an even playing field considering Zac's form of consolation was vodka and she was there for a while before coming home. But that was neither here nor there. She licked the tequila from her lips and shook her head at him, putting the bottle back into his hand. "Now it's official. Like, legit. My dear friends in the Negaverse are all big fat meanie faces and kept a secret from me. A big huge ginormous secret!" Her words were slurred, and she was doing everything in her power to remain vertical. Then she leaned in suuuper close to whisper in his ear, "The alliance is fuuuuuuuuuuucked~" She snickered in his ear and continued, "Done-zo, finito!" She pushed herself back into a standing position and took the bottle for another drink, forcing a grin at him. "We're on our own."
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 4:45 pm
"Oh. That." The second Veer said it, he regretted it, wincing a little -- because yes, he had checked his compact. It just hadn't been a big deal, to him. It hadn't mattered to him the way it did to her. Veer had woefully few friends on any side, for better and for worse. He drank, bottle against his mouth quickly, maybe to keep her from doing anything hasty that might spill tequila all over the floor. And to keep her from drinking it, of course. And because he wouldn't mind being a bit drunk himself.... "Was there -- " He spoke around the bottle, holding onto it. "-- more to it?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 18, 2013 9:52 pm
She shrugged her shoulders and finally gave up her claim to the bottle of tequila, sagging down onto the floor. "Laurelite said we're a liability because of the Wraiths being rogue and Ares being gone. They won't support us anymore, they're going to take out our Wraiths until we get this ******** problem fixed and they have free reign to take us out if they think we're a problem." Quinn rubbed at her face and eventually settled with her knees raised and arms resting on them. "I went to see Zink. They all ******** knew it was coming, too. Then he gave me Vodka, clearly," she grinned up at him. "Just be ******** careful, okay? They know my identity, they know where I live. I trust Zink but I don't know who else we can trust just yet." Chewing on her bottom lip, she stewed over a thought before looking away from him. "You can leave if you want, I wouldn't hold it against you. You and Lydia are at risk living with me and some know we're dating... It's not fair for me to expect you to stay. Here or with me or whatever."
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 1:49 pm
Instead of answering right away -- again -- this time Veer took a moment to actually think, taking long gulps of tequila with his head tipped to the side. At this rate, especially with his tolerance as shot as it was, these days, he should be able to catch up mighty quick. He settled the bottle between his knees. "I'm not going anywhere, I like a good fight." It was, perhaps, not the answer she was expecting. He kicked her, absently, with one socked food. "Let them come, we can show them we don't need them anyway."
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 11:06 am
The lack of immediate answer had Quinn cringing, her eyes quickly glancing at the bottle between his knees- the silence pushing her want to reach out and grab it. The sensation of the room spinning around her quickly put a stop to that thought process. Finally, he spoke and she looked up at him and grinned. While it wasn't the ~*romantic and adorable*~ answer that drunk!Quinn had hoped for, it was a very Veer-like answer and that's what she liked about him. So she pushed herself to her feet and practically threw herself at him, snaking her arms around his neck and pushing her lips to his in what she imagined was the hottest and steamiest drunk makeout session ever. "We don't need 'em." She agreed against his lips. Taking a breath, she got up and practically dragged him back to her bedroom, one hand pulling on his shirt and the other every once in a while fnding the back of his head so she could pull herself closer and kiss him some more.
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 1:26 pm
Thank god he'd taken the moment to think instead of just saying the first stupid thing to come to his mind. He blinked, surprised, and then grinned back against her mouth, letting the Tequila fall away to wrap arms around her waist, instead. Tomorrow, they'd have to clean up the spreading spill of alcohol across her floor. Tonight, though, he let her pull him along toward the bed, whatever he'd been working on completely forgotten, the chair knocked askew. The fact that he remembered to close the door, to spare poor Lydia, was impressive enough on its own.
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