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Rory was clumsy. It was a fact he’d accepted a long time ago, but he was doing... better. His problem arrived on lack of sleep from studying for his finals and being forced to get up early. The coffee was meant to help, and... well, it did, but the burning sensation all over his body wore off and soon he was just left a sticky mess. He was thankful for Quinn, and while the two of them hadn’t had too much interaction safe from the party with the very drunk Quinn, and a few texts back and forth - she had access to his clothes and he trusted her not to make fun of him. He walked out with a purposeful pout on his lips, his shoulders slumped as he made eye contact with her. “Hi,” he said in a breath. “You’re officially my favorite for the next... two weeks. Which is a very high honor, so - you should be grateful. Also... thanks.”

Rory: How busy are you today?

Going to clubs was something Rory didn’t do much, honestly - the loud music and crowds got almost a little too much, but rarely did he ever turn down an invitation when it was a weekend that he wasn’t working - and the school year was over. He deserved the chance to celebrate, didn’t he? He was less exhausted, at least - the pressure of school off his shoulders, left with his stupid boring job. He needed someone to entertain him. That was the main focus, and he’d already spent a couple of hours venturing around, chatting up girls and boys until they gave in and bought him a drink. He was bordering on tipsy when he slipped beside the blonde, looking forward, at first. “I know this sounds silly, but for the sake of cutting straight to the chance, darling, how against cheesy pick up lines are you? On a scale of one to you might throw your drink in my face. Because I - oh, hey.” The second he looked over, recognition hit. “Quinn. I didn’t expect to see you here. Please ignore... everything I just said. Except hey, duh.”