DO IT LIKE A DUDE

Cal looked down at his body when she made the comment, finding that a smirk had suddenly reached his lips. The man took the moment to show that he was eyeing her as well, but truth be told, Cal had taken in how hot she was the moment she came into eyesight. It was hard to miss. Smirk and all, the man shrugged, “Guess I wanted to try and look like I belonged anywhere near you.” His eyebrows lifted as took the wrench from her. His hand lingered on for a beat before removing it from her hand so he could tighten the nut around the bolt. He jumped down from the float, thrusting his shirt over his shoulder as he ran a hand through his sweaty, matted hair. “Alright, wanna get outta here? I did my job for today. All the Fall Brookian’s can have their festivities safely now–or whatever.” Normally he didn’t care much for Fallbrook festivities. But when it came to Laney, he wanted her to bask in all that wonder and glory. However, his mom was with her right now.

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Quinn rolled her eyes at his words, shaking her head. “That is probably the cheesiest thing anyone has ever fucking said to me.” If he hadn’t been standing on a float she would have knocked her hand into his shoulder to push him back. No one ever really had the guts to talk to her like that so when he did it always threw her through a fucking loop. Her eyes didn’t remove from his face despite the fact that his hand had lingered around the wrench. She took a step back, shoving her hands into the back pockets of her shorts as she tilted her head to the side. “Where would you want to go, Cal?” 

Quinn smirked when she noticed him standing in line at the dunk tanks. She walked over towards him, spinning effortlessly to be right next to him despite the fact there were mumblings behind her. “Here I thought you would be the one in the white t-shirt waiting to be dunked.” She mused, turning her head to look over at him as she pressed her lips together, shoving her hands into the back pockets of her shorts. Truthfully, not a lot of people would know it but her and Dylan were quite close. He was the person who trained her for the underground fight club and had been more aware of what her fists were capable of.

Malakai grew up in Fallbrook his whole life, but the older he got the more he realized how much more people in Fallbrook acted when they were drunk. He went to college away from Fallbrook and still people in Fallbrook won when it came to peoples actions while being drunk. Shaking his head, he smirked “yeah I’m not sure why they are the way they are.”

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Shrugging her shoulders, Quinn didn’t know why drunk people acted the way they did either and that was something that hit close to home in that moment. Her eyes dropping down to her own drink. It wasn’t like she blamed her father for turning to alcohol after losing his wife, any person who had been someone’s best friend for years would be in that grieving process but when she learned about her half brother she knew that he wasn’t drinking because he lost her mother... He was drinking because he also lost his other family. She brushed her tongue along her lower lip as she glanced over at him. “Wish I had the answer too.”

Where: Pit Stop Bar  Who @fallbrookstarters​

Malakai had stopped in for a drink or two and some killer nachos to start off  his spring break. What he didn’t think was going to happen was being pestered by two annoying tourist who wouldn’t leave him alone no matter how many times he asked. “Mmm trust me, I would love to but I have to go home and walk my goldfish.” His tone sounded convincing if only it weren’t for the blatantly obvious lie. Looking over at the person he recognized he rolled his eyes, “you’d think they’d take me saying I’m going to walk a goldfish as a hint that I don’t want to party with them.”

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Quinn turned her head when she heard Malakai giving some people sitting next to him the excuse of walking his goldfish.” Her lips pressed together out of amusement before turned her head back to her own drink, remaining silent because she was simply in the business of minding her own fucking business until she heard him direct his next statement towards her. “Yeah, the Fallbrook citizens as drunks don’t usually take no for answer.” Especially in Eris but that wasn’t something she’d say out loud. 

Quinn used a skill set she hadn’t particularly liked to flaunt but she was in desperate need to hide somewhere no one could find her. She thought about calling Wyatt but the last thing she wanted to do was drag him back into the mess she had created with their father months ago. She stood at the counter in Ebony’s apartment, a glass in one hand and a bottle of tequila in the other when she heard the door open. “Just so you know breaking into your place was way easier than it should have been.” She called out as she started to pour tequila into her glass. “You want one too?”

Christian grinned at Quinn’s words as he approached after his performance. “I mean, I think you could blow my performance out of the water, but that’s just me.” Christian had taken quite a liking to karaoke since his arrival in Fallbrook some time ago. It had been a way for the surgeon to let loose, to dive into any world but his own when he needed it most. “How’ve you been?” Christian questioned with genuine interest, having taking a liking to Quinn in his time spent at the bar. 

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Quinn shook her head at his words. “You’re like a triple threat. Nice eyes, talented hands and a low sexy voice.”  She mused as she picked up her drink, bringing it to her lips and taking a sip of it. “Truthfully, I never imagined you being in this place on your off time.” She confessed as she tapped her finger against the side of the glass. “Uh, I’m doing alright.” Despite the fact she had a half brother who was around her age which meant her father was cheating on her mother... All the shit.. She let the thought trail off, glancing over towards the man next to her. “How about you?”

Luca shrugged at her. “I only have a few employees, so we aren’t a multi-million dollar organization or anything.” He explained as he knew that he probably could expand a little but, but he was happy with how things were now.  “I am not sure if that is meant to be a compliment or not, but I suppose I will take it.” He added with a small chuckle. “If everyone says it there must be some truth to it.”

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“Interesting,” the woman said as she walked along side of him. “Do you plan on expanding?” She asked as she turned her head to look over at him. “I'm not really sure how the business world works.” She admitted as she chuckled as she turned her head to look ahead, shrugging her shoulders. “I can’t tell you whether it is or not. Because if anyone finds out I can be nice my reputation is ruined.”

Maverick looked at the girl shaking his head. Maverick had way too much going on in his own life, that when it came to others he didn’t try to meddle into their business. The one thing he hated most about small towns was how much everyone else got involved in other peoples lives “my parents retired last year, and moved away and haven’t come back. So I’ve been focused on that and that bowling alley” he said with a sad smile. “But if you are up for it, you can tell me” he said nodding his head. 

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Quinn nodded her head at his words as she chewed on her lower lip. “I get it,” she cleared her throat, turning her head to look over at him as she slipped her hands into the back pocket of her jeans. “Parents kind of suck, huh?” Although it wasn’t something the blonde could say about her mother since she didn’t really know her. She glanced over at him when he said she could tell him, brushing her tongue along her lower lip. “It’s not interesting and the last thing I want is for you to look at me the way everyone else does.”

Derek hadn’t expected such a brazen response from her after what he thought was a fairly simple question. And although he didn’t require a straight answer from her, he didn’t expect to be questioned by her like that. Although, he couldn’t exactly blame her for not knowing who he was given that he’d avoided coming back to this town and him for so many years. “My name is Derek. I’m,” He paused because getting these words out was somewhat of a struggle for him. However, if he was going to identify his business with being there, it was the only way to answer it. “His son.”

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Quinn tilted her head to the side, not letting her cold gaze leave the brunette in front of her. She refused to be someone who backed down from something like this and she planned on making that extremely known. Her gaze drifted past him towards the front door, her shoulders tensing at the words about this man in front of her being her father’s son. “His son?” Her voice came out in a grit as she huffed. “And I’m going to assume you’re a few years older than me so that means he was cheating on my mom.” The resentment she held towards the man behind the door only built. She couldn’t see anything but the red starting to cloud her vision. “I’m Quinn... His daughter.”

“It’s a small one to be fair.” Luca replied as it wasn’t like he owned a multi-million dollar company by any means.  “I am thirty-three, so I suppose I am likely a little older than you are.” He added as he knew he often got mistaken for being a little younger than he actually was. People tended to guess around twenty-seven.  “I am sure that you are doing just fine. Everyone does things at their own pace.”

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“Small one? How is it small?” Quinn actually found herself talking to the man walking next to her, not feeling the need to make a snarky remark or pretending to be interested in what he’s saying. “Ah, yeah... about eight years older.” She teased. “Although I would have never guessed that you were thirty-three. You look extremely young for your age.” She teased as she shoved her hands into her pockets. “That’s what everyone says, huh?”

Maverick nodded his head in understanding, he also got into fights all through school but that didn’t stop him from going to parties. “Yeah I did too” he said sympathetically. Maverick nodded his head looking at her, feeling like he upset her “oh I’m sorry” he said shrugging his shoulders. “I didn’t mean it in a bad way, just that I don’t personally think I’m all that good” he said admittedly. 

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Quinn glanced over at the male walking next to her when he mentioned he got into fights as well. “I’m surprised being in this small town you don’t know more about my life.” She mused softly, thinking about all the looks she got on a regular bases after what happened last year with her brother and her dad. She cleared her throat, pulling her eyes away from him. “Don’t be sorry. Music is just something I take seriously.”

Leyla walked into the gym where she knew Quinn would be. They grew up together. Went to school together. Saw each other grow into themselves. Saw each other’s families fall apart. Through all of it, Leyla still only befriended her through her cousin. If it hadn’t been for Ty she would have thought Quinn was a little unapproachable. She held a water bottle up for the blonde. “Do you know how many boxers get their noses broken? I was about to say you’re too pretty to be doing that, but I think you can handle yourself. Has anyone told you that you’re a bit scary, Quinn?” 

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Quinn turned her head to look over at the brunette, reaching out and plucking the water bottle out of her grasp. She gave her a nod as a way of saying thank you. She chuckled lowly as she unscrewed the cap, bringing the bottle to her lips and taking a sip of it. She put the cap back on, keeping her gaze on the woman in front of her. “I can’t say I haven’t had a broken nose before,” she confessed as she chuckled. “At least some people know better than to test me.” She teased. “You love me and you know it.”

Quinn held her hands up, staring at the punching bag in front of her. Her trainings had been more and more lately after what happened a few months before Christmas. Her brother seemed to be finally going after everything he wanted and yet she couldn’t pull herself out of the spiral she was slowly digging for herself. Most of the time all someone had to do was look at her the wrong way and she was snapping at them. The worst part was back in the Osman restaurant in front of Ty because somehow showing him the dark sides of her was more embarrassing than it should have been. Her hands extended out, punching the bag in front of her, not noticing another Osman coming up next to her.