electric love

She hadn’t thought much of it when she asked for him to bring her things. It seemed like the better option, the other being getting out herself, and that sounded like an unnecessary inconvenience. “Not exactly,” she called in response, rolling her eyes with a slight smile spreading across her lips. 

“There’s a little pink bag inside of my other bag, and that’s the bag I need,” she explained, hoping that it’d become more obvious once he was in front of her things. She’d only brought one bag with her, trying to pack as light as possible, and it wasn’t like sundresses took up much room anyway. She was pretty sure that there was nothing worthwhile in the bag that he could find, even if he did rummage through things to be nosy. 

She wasn’t sure what to expect for the week. Of course there were things that she wanted to happen, but she was still unsure about where things stood between herself and Rory. Though the kiss had changed things, it hadn’t at the same time. They never talked about what it meant, if it meant anything at all, so she wasn’t sure what he felt about any of it.

Obviously she felt something, but did she want things to change? She hadn’t decided. But there was definitely intentions behind her planning with Santana, and packing some of the things she’d decided to pack. 

There was a long dramatic sigh that left Rory’s lips to Quinn’s denial, his shoulders falling despite the fact that she couldn’t see him. Instead of lingering on it, however, he quietly made him way over to her bag, repeating the instructions in his head. Pink bag inside of the bag. 

That didn’t mean he wasn’t going to be nosy - it was in Rory’s nature, obviously, and the added permission for him to do so only encouraged it. He quietly started to ruffle through, all too familiar with most of the fabric he saw. He knew Quinn’s wardrobe well, but... he hesitated as his eyes caught on something that looked out of the ordinary, and after a minute he was lifting it up for further analyzing. It was a nightgown. Not a normal one, of course, but a piece of lingerie that Rory couldn’t help but feel intrigued by. It wasn’t like it was his business, but at the same time... there was a strike of curiosity, almost jealousy, that rushed through him. Was it meant for him? Or was it for someone else? 

“Ugh,” she groaned, trying to hide the smile on her lips, “I thought you were gonna say to bed… but I guess to get pizza’s okay too.” It was a rare occasion when Billie wasn’t hungry while intoxicated - though that also rang pretty true for when she was sober too. “But if you think I’m gonna listen to you talk shit about my fave pizza,” a brand she wasn’t even that loyal to, despite her adamance to defend it, “You’re dumb and wrong.” With a dramatic sigh she got to her feet anyway, making sure she had her phone. “You’re gonna have to find me a real good pizza spot to convince me. Good luck, bitch.”

There was an instinctive eye roll that followed Billie’s words, fighting off a small smirk that threatened to pull onto his lips. He was... intrigued by her. He was pretty sure that was the best word to describe his current feelings towards the girl. She got on his nerves, but not in a way that made him angry, necessarily, more so in a way that amused him. “You’ll have to suffer with pizza or get nothing at all, darling.” With that he starting towards the crowd, though pausing to peer over his shoulder. “If you wanna hold on to my shirt so you don’t get lost in the crowd, be my guest.” With that he was finally letting himself grin, pushing through bodies until he was letting out a long breath of relief into the summer air. “I know plenty ‘a real good pizza places. Maybe they’re not open right now, but tons exist. All of ‘em, actually, but we’re gonna focus on one that’s, like, a few streets down. We’ve gotta walk, so come on.”

Despite having left for the cabin a day before everyone else, today felt like it was the first real day of beach week. She had enjoyed the quiet before everyone joined her, to a degree, but it would’ve been more fun if Rachel wasn’t still angry at her. To be fair, she had perfectly good reason to be, but Quinn knew she’d eventually come around.

These were her thoughts as she stood under the shower faucet, water running over her. She could tell that she had been in the sun too long with the way the water stung, but she didn’t mind. The stinging felt nice, in a way, and she knew it’d be gone by tomorrow with how subtle the burn was.

When it was time to shampoo she realized that she hadn’t actually unpacked that part of her bag yet, which was obviously a problem. She peeked her head out of the shower, glad to see that she had left the door open. She and Rory had the only room that had it’s own bathroom - just another perk of being the planner, really.

“Rory?” she called, hoping that he was in their room. “Roooory,” she said, drawing out his name in a sing-song tone. “Can you bring me my shampoo and things pretty please?” she asked, her voice a little louder this time.

The day had been long, but exciting, arriving to the cabin only to basically head right back out to hang out with everyone. He’d been blessed with the lack of a sunburn, though it was only the first day - he wasn’t too confident he’d be so lucky throughout the rest of the week, but his hopes were high and his sunscreen was definitely not going to leave his side. 

When he got back to the cabin he’d shared with Quinn, he took a minute to appreciate all of it. As... confusing as things had gotten for them lately, he was glad that it hadn’t effected the week so far. They’d been friends for too long to let a kiss make everything awkward, he’d liked to think. Plus, he couldn’t imagine suffering with most of the others there for an entire week. He and Quinn always leveled onto the same wavelength - they could be quiet together without tension. Or they used to, he wasn’t too sure how that would hold up, now.

He heard the running water, though he still kept quiet as he changed into more comfortable clothes, his hair still damp, but he felt far more comfortable. It was then that he heard Quinn’s voice, smirking as she sang out his name.

“Okay,” was her response, though she was fairly certain. It wasn’t often when things came up with her family; they typically kept themselves just as busy as she kept herself. “Definitely,” she said with raised brows and a shrug, laughing once he pointed out that it was her own fault. “If they can’t appreciate my dedication to what I do, then they’re not worth going on a date for anyway.” She felt like she was in the minority of people who placed work above love, but she was never invested in the idea of having to be with another person to feel whole, or whatever bullshit media tried to sell. “Well, we’ll take it as it comes. Luckily we’re both resourceful and adaptable, so I’m not too worried about whatever gets thrown our way. Better to be ready for the situation than not,” she repeated in agreement. “Oh, I’d be happy to hear it, give notes, whatever you need,” she said, probably too eagerly. When he said he had a serious request, her expression became more serious, until he finished the ‘request.’ A grin reappeared on her lips, and she let out a soft laugh. “Sure. But only if you have fun too.”

Spending most of his time with Audrey had just become a part of his routine. Half the time he was away, working with her over being home, but it was just something that came with the job. The plane ride itself was boring, but he had agreed to have fun, as foreign of a concept it actually seemed to be, at the moment. Florida was hot, his suit almost immediately feeling overwhelming, though he didn’t complain through the airport or when he and Audrey finally got to their hotel rooms. A big part of him wanted to just go to sleep, but after some reluctance, he was changing out of his suit and into something casual, shooting Audrey a text about going to lunch. Surely she was hungry after a morning of traveling - he knew he was, and eventually he was meeting her in the lobby, a brow raised. “So... I probably should’ve asked before, but are you in the mood for anything in particular? It’s not too late, and I got a, uh... message about meeting Janice and Phillip at the beach in an hour or two, they’re having some grand get together, or something. You don’t have to go, of course, but it could be fun. So I’m inviting you.”

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As soon as she heard Rowan’s voice, her eyes were on him. She was always attentive, maybe even too much so, like an obedient little puppy awaiting her next command. “Hopefully no family emergencies, and definitely no dates,” she said with a scoff, knowing all too well that she hadn’t been on a date in months. “So I’m all yours,” she responded enthusiastically, a bright smile on her lips. “Should I pack a bathing suit? Are we going to have any free time to explore the pool a little bit, maybe get a little beach action?” she questioned with a playful smirk, knowing that they’d be too busy to have too much fun. “Sounds fun. I’m looking forward to it already - do you need me to do anything for you to help prepare? I do love being over prepared, as you know…”

“If there is, we’ll figure it out,” he said with a wave of his hand - a little too casually, if anything. “Definitely?” He paused, placing his hands over his desk and leaning forward, finally narrowing his gaze on her. “You’d have better luck if you weren’t so obsessed with this place,” he pointed out, his shoulders relaxing as he let out a quiet laugh. “Good, though. I’m not sure what the schedule’s gonna be exactly, but... I’m positive there’ll be a lot of boring down time. Better be ready for the situation than not, right?” As he spoke, he continued ruffling through a few papers scattered across his desk, letting out a frustrated huff. “I might need you to let me run this... fucking speech by you a few times, if I can find it,” he grumbled, always too cluttered and scattered for his own good. “Otherwise?” He finally found it, letting out a groan in relief before slapping his hands down on the desk. “I do have a a very serious request for you, okay? Listen to me... have fun. You deserve it.”

“Oh, are you offering?” she questioned, intrigued by the offer. She leaned forward as she scanned his face, looking for intent behind his offering. “They do have a pretty decent white chocolate raspberry cheesecake,” she said casually, taking another sip of her wine before setting the glass on the table. She hadn’t even bothered to check to see if her actual date had returned because, he was right, she didn’t care. “I can’t imagine being attached to anyone,” she said, her words entirely serious. As many people as she used, letting herself get close to them, she never found herself attached to any of them. She expected that’d continue to be the case. As he leaned forward, she leaned back in her seat, arms crossing as she got comfortable. “I’m a stripper,” she answered without hesitation. She still wasn’t sure what he wanted with her, but usually her profession kept people from getting too close, once they knew. There was obviously a stigma against her kind of work, but she was perfectly proud of it. “What’s it to you?” 

“Yeah, why not? I’m not above paying for company. Isn’t that half the fun of being famous? The money to buy your friends?” He raised an eyebrow, shrugging as she named off what she wanted, gesturing for the waiter to come over and get what she wanted. Turning his focus back to her, he hummed in agreement. “Sounds boring, doesn’t it? What a waste of your life, spending it with one person. Limiting options isn’t much my style, nor do I ever want it to be.” There was another brief pause, watching as she leaned back. “Stripper?” He echoed it with a tilt of his head, nodding slowly. “How attached to it are you? Or, more importantly, can you take a... small leave if I had a proposition for you?”

Mia’s day was going exactly as planned. She’d met a guy the night before, who she was currently out with now. A few more dates, like this one, and she’d have him in the palm of her hand, which is exactly how she liked her men. Pathetically in love with her. He had excused himself from the table to take a phone call - as a businessman through and through, he seemed to do that often, but she didn’t mind. It obviously beat the small talk she had to make, which was accompanied by feigned interest and forced laughter at his boring jokes. As she waited for him to return, her eyes began to wander around the restaurant, until she saw him. She couldn’t remember his name, if he’d even told her it, but she was intrigued. It wasn’t long before he was looking at her too, and gestured for her to come over. Grabbing her glass of wine, she walked over, taking a seat at his table. “Don’t worry, I won’t make you pay for my dinner,” she said, a slight smirk on her lips, “I’ve already got someone else taking care of it.” 

It took a bit to catch Darian’s attention. Or, attention that lasted beyond sex, at the very least. As a busy guy, he never really understood getting attached to anyone. He’d seen the fall of plenty of celebrity couples due to lack of seeing each other, time constraints - hell, having sex with their coworkers. It was a messy business, one that being happily married was a struggle and dating whoever was conveniently around the most and hottest was simply always the most compelling choice. Mia had broken into his hotel room without a clue of who he was, doing whatever she pleased and not really fearing the consequences, and something about that made her all the more compelling to him. “What about dessert?” Crossing his arms over the table, he scanned her face. “Unless you’re so incredibly attached to him that you can’t fathom the idea of parting ways for the rest of the night, but the mere fact that you’re over here giving me any form of entertainment tells me otherwise.” He paused, a small grin on his lips as he leaned a bit closer. “Tell me, Mia, what do you do for a living?”

“Interesting,” she commented in return. It wasn’t all that surprising to hear - guys lie all the time. She knew that, and she learned it at a young age. Rory was attractive too, so she was certain that it didn’t take much for a girl to be interested. Sometimes she even found herself feeling some sort of interest in him. “Mmm,” she hummed, taking another sip as she bought herself some time, “Basically. Not that I’d call it tricked, exactly,” she added with a soft laugh. “Oh? Tell me more,” she teased, rolling her eyes at his compliments, while finding them to be endearing. Though she wouldn’t tell him this, that was the real way to charm her. “But you saying that makes it sound like you’re taking advantage of their desperation… and you’d never do that, right, Rory? Take advantage of someone?” she questioned, wondering what his answer would be. For whatever reason, she thought the truth was that he’d definitely be willing to take advantage of someone, but wouldn’t admit it. “Challenges are much more exciting,” she agreed with a small nod. “I’ve hooked up with people on a whim, just not strangers.”

“Just entirely led on? Does that sound more fitting?" He laughed after he questioned her, making it clear that he didn’t really mind regardless. “Tell you more? That sounds like dangerous territory. How much is too much? Because I’m not sure I’m confident I won’t break a limitation or two.” Flirting hadn’t really been part of their interactions before - at least, not quite so blatant, but Rory was having fun. Because of that, he didn’t really see a reason to stop. “Hm? Oh...” His voice drifted, sitting up a bit. “Sometimes the only way to advance is to play a little dirty, darling, and I really like winning.” He slowly tore his gaze away, waving his hand to get the bartender’s attention and get them both another drink. “Anywhere interesting? Anyone interesting? Don’t worry. These lips? Sealed.”

“Always?” she questioned, shaking her head. “I find it difficult to pretend, but, then again, I don’t usually have to try - obviously,” it being obvious because she was in a relationship, which he knew. Riley had been over to their dorm on numerous occasions, and they probably knew each other from around campus generally too. “I guess I don’t usually date random people,” she said, thinking about it now for the first time. “And spontaneous hook ups aren’t exactly up my thing either.” She tried to think about what she would be into if she were the type for either. “I suppose I’d want someone who’s up front, just telling me that they noticed me or whatever, and then introduced themselves or… I don’t know,” she said with a shrug. “Every situation kind of seems stupid, honestly.” She watched him with a slight smirk as he leaned against the bar, taking another casual sip from her glass. “Any particular reason why you go for lonely and desperate? Seems kind of sad, when you put it that way.” 

“Always. People crave a listening ear. As long as I pretend to be that for them, I’m good to go.” He wasn’t sure why he was being so open and honest, but somehow after knowing Quinn for so long, he felt a little less on feeling like he needed to hold back. She was in a relationship, anyhow - did it matter much that he exposed his tricks? “Obviously,” he echoed with an understanding nod, the corner of his lips quirked up. “So... what you’re telling me is that I never really had a chance to start with? I have been tricked. I’m offended,” he said with a feigned gasp, his gaze moving across Quinn’s face. “Though I totally did notice you, even more knowing who you were, if that counts. You’re very eye catching. Distracting, really.” Compliments were easy, but they were especially easy when he was being honest, he’d noticed. “Hm? Ah, well, they’re the easiest to convince. They fall for any cute boy giving them attention. You’ve got to take advantage of a situation where an opportunity lies, duh. Though there are times when a challenge arises, and it’s far more entertaining, I’ll admit.” He eyed her a moment longer, before looking away. “So you’ve never spontaneously been with someone? Hooked up with them on a whim just because you thought they looked totally hot?”

“Whatever works for you,” she said with a shrug, clearly still amused. “You don’t care what they’re interested in? Not even for the night?” she questioned, a brow raising in interest. “Poor them. I’m sure they’d love nothing more for you to even pretend your interested. Maybe you should start leading with that instead.” She watched as he shifted away, and then moved closer to her again. Though she probably wouldn’t have humored him had she not known him prior to this moment, she decided to. Her friends were obviously distracted, not even noticing that she wasn’t there with them anymore, and she had nothing better to do. “I don’t care for this song in particular, but it’s not the worst song in the world,” she commented in response, before letting out a breath. “Okay, I have to be honest, because I like you. That still wouldn’t have worked with me, if you weren’t you.”

“Depends on the person. I can pretend with the worst of them, but I guess I can bother to keep the info if they’re interesting enough. Oh, darling, I always pretend to be interested. That’s the key.” Tilting his chin down, he smirked as she answered, letting out a soft hum. “No? What would work for you, Miss Fabray? A guy coming up to ask if he can get you a drink, with no pretext? A guy who asks about your life and nods along with whatever you say while he thinks about taking that very lovely outfit off? I’m curious.” Leaning against the bar, he rested his cheek into the palm of his hand. “I mean, you’re obviously far above my usuals, anyways. I go for lonely and desperate. They’re the easiest ones - though I’ve never been opposed to a challenge. Teach me, Ms. Fabray. I’m all ears, and there’s nothing I love more than learning.”

Harper’s attention was entirely on her phone, scrolling through her newsfeed as she waited for the elevator to stop - and then it did, but not in the way she wanted it to. “Um. What just happened?” she questioned after the elevator came to a halt, already annoyed with the situation, her hands dropping as she eyed the flashing buttons. “You’re not going to die,” she said with a huff, rolling her eyes at the comment. She watched judgmentally as he kicked at the elevator doors. “And even if we did die, I doubt it’d make headlines, unless it happens to be a super slow day for news. Even then, they’d probably have the segment last less than a minute and you’d be forgotten by the end of the next day, so I wouldn’t concern yourself with it too much.” Her eyebrows furrowed as he asked her if she wanted to try. “Uh, no. I’m going to stand here and patiently wait, like any normal person would do. If you want to continue though, by all means, knock yourself out.”

“I don’t have the answers to that,” he muttered, side eyeing her as he continued complaining and kicking at the doors. “Listen, I get it, you’re tryin’ ta make me feel better, but that’s still more recognition than I’m a fan of. You got a big family?” He glanced over at her, then. “People that love ya? Surely they’ll be makin’ a big deal out of it.” There was a brief pause when she encouraged him to keep fighting, letting out a scoff. “At least it’ll be slow and miserable. It’s already gettin’ hot in here, huh? Or maybe it’s ‘cause I just tried to fight the thing, I dunno.” Eventually he huffed, sitting down against the wall and stretching his legs out. “Guess I’m gonna be late to work. Maybe they’ll fire me... false hope. They’d still have me workin’ there in the fuckin’ after life,” he grumbled, rolling his eyes.  “... what about you? I mean, you look like someone that’s got shit better to do than suffer in an elevator, yeah?”