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Vi was having the best birthday, even if the party she was attending was a holiday party and it wasn’t for her birthday. She had taken an Uber with Brody and brought along her Christmas gift for Santana. She was nervous and excited to be here. She wouldn’t be putting in for the auctioned vacations because she certainly couldn’t afford them, she was pretty sure. But she was having lots of drinks and getting pretty drunk, which helped to cause those nerves to ebb away. Vi had stared at Santana a lot in that outfit she was wearing. She couldn’t not stare. And after her fifth rum and coke, she asked Santana to meet her upstairs on the mezzanine, where it was a little quieter and a little more private because she wanted to give her the gift she got her.

She chose to go towards the back corner where it seemed most private and waited for Santana to join her. She pulled the wrapped gift from the bag she had been carrying all night, and she was glad too, so that she could toss the bag away and not have to be responsible for it for the rest of the night. The butterflies started to return to her tummy and she rocked on the spot, trying to stay calm, cool, and collected.

Santana really loved Christmas. She always had, and why shouldn’t she? She was her parents only child, and with her parents being divorced, they each seemed to love to “go overboard” with her presents. She got to eat delicious food, and now that she had her own house, she got to go all out and decorate. Now, she had this party she hosted annually. It was a fairly big turn out, and so many people had bid on her vacation giveaways that she had enough to buy even better vacations next year and still have plenty to donate after.

Tonight, she’d really outdone herself. It looked just like Santa’s workshop. The food was amazing. People were dancing. The alcohol was flowing, and Santana had pre-hired a few Uber drivers to be available just in case her guests were too drunk to drive. She, herself, wasn’t partaking.  She was the hostess. She couldn’t get sloshed. It just wouldn’t be right. She needed to make sure no one got too rowdy or something. She did not want to have to pay for any kind of damages, not that he didn’t trust the people she’d invited.

This year was the first time she’d invited as many of her coworkers as she had, and it was the first year she’d invited Vi. They’d never been particularly close, but she’d always liked the other woman enough. She wasn’t like a weirdo art teacher like Santana’d had in high school, and she was gay, but not stereotypically so. Only Santana thought things had gotten a little different after Vi’d driven home with her for Thanksgiving. At the time, she hadn’t thought it a big deal that Vi had gone, but maybe she’d been wrong. Now there was flirting and stuff, and she didn’t know what to make of that. It felt very real, like maybe Vi meant it, and Santana didn’t know what to do with that. She didn’t know how to feel. She didn’t know what she felt, but she wasn’t put off, and that was something she didn’t want to look at too closely. She certainly didn’t know why she’d taken Vi from Jake as a Secret Santa when he couldn’t do it or why she’d spent so much money on the gift she’d gotten Vi for her birthday. She’d also put something extra in her Christmas giftbag, but Vi wouldn’t know that.

When the other woman has asked her to meet her up away from the party, Santana should’ve been wary, but instead, she was curious. She stepped towards the mezzanine after grabbing Vi’s birthday present. She looked around when she reached the top floor and found Vi tucked into the corner waiting. “Not for nothing, but it’s creepy that you’re waiting in the shadows,” she joked as she walked over to the other teacher.

Vi perked up when she saw Santana at the top of the stairs and her tongue slid over her lips as she waited. God, that outfit, seriously… Vi couldn’t get over it. She wondered if it was something Santana would keep after this party tonight. “Well you’re the one agreeing to meet in them so…” Vi replied and was still trying to act so cool but she felt like she was out of her element. She just wanted Santana to like her back. “I, um, I just wanted to steal you away for a second so I could, um, give you this.” She held up the wrapped gift to Santana and offered a smile to her.

Santana looked down at the present in surprise then back at Vi. “You got me a Christmas present?” she asked as she reached out and took it from the woman’s hand. She made sure not to get Vi a Christmas themed bag for her birthday, picking one that clearly denoted a birthday. She handed it over so that she could cradle her present in her hand. “I got you...well the Christmas present is in the gift bag you get at the end of the night, but I got you a birthday present. Happy birthday, and all that,” she finished quietly, feeling uncharacteristically nervous. Her heart beat a little faster in her chest, and she felt really lame for a moment before she pushed the feeling away.

“Well of course. We’re at a /Christmas/ party,” she replied and grinned even more and she was hoping so much Santana would like it. “Ah! A birthday present!” Vi was really glad that Santana had placed it in a birthday bag. She had received so many presents over the years that were wrapped in holiday wrap and while she tried not to care because it was the thought that counted, it still kind of sucked because sometimes those people handed her the gift and it counted for both her birthday and Christmas. Santana had been thoughtful to put it in a birthday bag. Vi pulled the present out and gasped, staring at it, then up at Santana, slack jawed, before looking back down at the 3D pen. She couldn’t /believe/ it. “Santana…” She was stunned a moment and then she came to. “Holy shit.” Her grinned returned and her gaze went back to the other woman. “Holy shit, this is amazing. Holy shit. Thank you. This is… wow, thanks, really, Santana.” Vi still couldn’t believe Santana had given her such an awesome gift, and one Vi knew had to have been a little pricey.

As much as Santana liked receiving presents, she liked giving them as well. That mostly had to do with the fact that she was really awesome at giving the “perfect” gift. Usually it was just her parents and abuela that were on the receiving end, but it was nice to have a challenge of someone she didn’t know as well. The fact that Vi seemed to genuinely like it was just a bonus. She smiled wide. “Yeah, no problem. There’s some extra of those...plastic things you need in there.”

Vi checked the bag to see that everything was in there. “Thank you.” She placed the pen back inside the bag and looked up at Santana. “I got to play with one of these once and I wanted one ever since, I just couldn't justify myself buying one cuz, you know, bills.” She laughed lightly. Really, she wasn't hurting for money or anything but she didn't often buy herself a lot of things. Mostly she used her money on paints and canvas, video games, and eating out. She hadn't yet saved enough to allow herself to get something as cool as this pen. “It totally means a lot that you got me anything at all even.” And Vi wondered if Santana could like her too, that maybe she did like her, a little bit, but that just didn't seem likely. Which was a shame because Vi thought she looked really hot right now and she certainly wouldn't have minded to be able to kiss her. She wondered if there was mistletoe anywhere.

“I thought it was pretty unique but fun when I found it online. You’ll have to make me something so that I can see it in action,” Santana replied with a little chuckle. “And now you don’t have to justify the purchase. Even though a part of me wants to encourage you to treat yourself.” She shifted on her feet and took in Vi’s outfit for the first time that evening. She looked really good, but Santana kept that to herself. “I mean...you did buy me that awesome birthday present. It would just be rude if i didn’t.”

“Oh, yeah, once I get the hang of it, I’m totally gonna make you something.” You know, ‘cause Vi totally wanted to be around Santana and do things for her and kiss her. “Oh I do treat myself. Like, I eat out and go out and buy my art stuff so I totally do do things, but, really thank you so much.” She grinned at Santana and nodded. “True. I did buy you that /really/ awesome gift so you totally owed me,” she joked.

Santana laughed again. “You eat out…wanky…” she teased before looking down at the present in her hand then back at the other woman. “I did owe you, and now we’re even...though I have no idea what’s in this box. So it better not be something expensive.”

Vi’s cheeks reddened at Santana’s words but mostly because her intoxicated mind thought about eating out… with Santana. But she laughed and tucked her hair back behind her ear and tried to stay cool. “Oh. Um. Just open it and find out.” She grinned.

Shaking her head, Santana cleared her throat. “I think I wanted to save it for Christmas Day. My dad sends me stuff, and my mom’s driving in tomorrow, but...I don’t have a lot of things to open on Christmas that aren’t from my parents. So this...is nice. So thank you…”

“Oh. Okay.” Vi was having doubts suddenly, like, did Santana somehow know what she got her? Had Brody told her and did she know she wouldn’t like it so she didn’t want to open it in front of her? But her reason seemed legit so Vi tried not to get in her head about it. Why did she care so much? It had been such a long time since she felt this way. “Tell your mom I said hi,” she told her with a slight laugh. “That’s cool she’s coming in. And it’s cool you throw this party every year. Like, it’s awesome of you. I’ve been having a good time. So thanks for inviting me.”

Santana wondered at the change in Vi’s demeanor, but she didn’t ask. She just focused on the other things the woman was saying. “Well, yeah, I like my house, and she likes coming to me for the winter break.” She had no idea why she was sharing any of this, but Vi knew her mom. So she just reasoned that it wasn’t weird to talk to her about it. “Christmas is kinda my thing. You don’t have to thank me. We’re clearly friends. I mean...you met my mom. That doesn’t happen often.”

“True, friends,” Vi agreed and goddamn why was she now looking down at Santana’s breasts. She tore her gaze away before she hoped Santana noticed and a smile was back on her face. “We gotta be friends if I met your mom.” She laughed lightly again and then licked her lips. “I think Halloween is my thing.” She nodded. “Definitely.” She didn’t want to keep Santana long, she knew she had to get back to her party, but she kind of wished they could go somewhere more quiet, more alone. But, she figured, she would have Santana’s time and attention tomorrow for sure.

It was at that weird moment in an interaction with another person where Santana could tell that the conversation was winding down, but she wasn’t sure how to end it. It felt like they were both still kind of lingering and she didn’t understand why. She ran her tongue over her lips in and nodded. “Well, maybe you should do it up for Halloween next year. People love a good Halloween party.”

Vi perked up a bit at the thought and nodded. “Yeah, I could throw a killer Halloween party.” She smirked. “Get it…?” And then she laughed. “But um, I should totally let you get back to your party. We're still on for tomorrow thought, right?”

“I got it…” Santana answered in an amused tone. “You’re such a dad and you don’t even have kids.” Only she wasn’t put off by Vi’s jokes. She thought it was cute, and that meant that she needed to walk away. “Yeah...can’t have anyone thinking I just disappeared…” She cleared her throat, her smile growing. “Yeah, we’re still on. So dress nice. I’m taking you somewhere a little fancy.”

Vi laughed at that. “God, I’m gonna be the best dad one day…” She smirked at Santana then nodded along with her. She didn’t want to hold Santana up too much, even though she really did. “Oh shit,” she commented and then laughed. “I mean, okay. I will dress nice. You totally didn’t comment on my digs tonight though,” Vi said and then just had to pose.

“Yes, best dad ever, I’m sure.” Santana’s eyes scanned Vi’s outfit again. “You clean up nice,” she complimented. “I’d even venture to say you look hot, but I don’t want you to get even more conceited.” She laughed and realized she was suddenly really looking forward to the next day.

“Guess I’ll get one of those number one dad mugs,” Vi told her with a slight laugh again. Santana’s words totally went to her head anyway. She basically said she looked hot, which gave Vi hope. But… she wasn’t after just sex here so… it was still uncertain territory. “Thanks. Yeah, my head was swell, I think.” She grinned. Fuck, she was so happy right now. “Okay. You go back to your thing. And I’m gonna go grab another drink. And… find Brody, I guess…” She laughed lightly.

Oh, this was what was happening, Santana thought. Vi was drunk. It all made more sense as to why she was being slightly weirder than normal. She laughed and nodded a little. “Yeah, I should get back.” She glanced at the gift bag. “Don’t lose that,” she joked. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Oh, I won’t,” Vi reassured her. “This is like the best gift ever. Thank you, Santana.” And then she did it. She went in for a hug, slipping a hand to Santana’s back as she gave a squeeze and she was able to smell her perfume or hair stuff or something and fuck, did Santana smell good. She pulled back just as quick. “See you tomorrow.”

She hadn't been expecting a hug, but Santana didn't mind it. She hugged Vi back for a moment then pulled away. “Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow,” she mumbled before turning on her black boots and headed back towards the stairs to head back to the party.

When Quinn first started planning this party at her family’s Hamptons home, she had a completely different idea for the night. She was going to party it up, get laid, and get Jackie laid in the process. But that wasn’t the case anymore. Sure, she might still get laid, but she wasn’t planning on flirting with a bunch of different girls. She knew Rachel was coming and she was pretty sure Brittany was coming too, and right now, she’d rather stick with familiar, especially if she was about to give this all up. She didn’t need any drama if she fucked some new girl who got clingy or something.

But it was the day before the party and Quinn had a bunch of people coming by in the late morning to set up, but for tonight, she was chilling with Jackie and getting her BFF time in. She had ordered some cheesesteaks and fries, and spread the food out across the island. She opened some beers and settled herself on the bar stool. She was glad to have some time with Jackie. They hadn’t hung out in about a week. She started to munch of a couple of fries then took a drink from her beer.

“No, but seriously, if you need a stripper, I can Magic Mike XXL it up. Even if you don’t let me strip, I can’t guarantee that I will remain clothed.” Jackie took a huge bite of her sandwich and washed it down with a sip of beer. It was nice to get away, but it seemed like so much had changed since Quinn first had the idea to come out to the Hamptons to party. “So how many people are even coming to this party anyway? Tell me all the potential hotties that’ll be here. Also, tell me in advance who’s off limits because I might be grinding on all the hit girls.” That was a lie. Jackie hadn’t actually been thinking about grinding on anyone lately, which was a definite first. “Are you sad your bae Fin can’t be here?”

“We’ll see how the night goes, I may need you to strip later on,” Quinn joked and smiled at her before taking another drink of her beer. She ate a few more fries and then grabbed a napkin to wipe her hands off. “I don’t know, a lot. Like maybe two hundred? But people will be coming and going since the party’s so long so I don’t think it’ll get too big. No one’s off limits.” She shrugged. She wasn’t even possessive over Rachel anymore, but she would still prefer that Jackie didn’t fuck her. She just liked that Rachel was kind of hers, in a way. She knew Rachel would branch out and fuck other girls, but Quinn felt a little special since she was able to introduce Rachel to so much. She had kind of ended up being like a pet project. “And there’s gonna be a lot of hotties, so I say go for whoever you want.” She smiled and picked up her sandwich with a shrug. “Yeah. I guess. I mean…” She felt herself getting a little warm and would blame it on the beer. “It’d be cool if she could be here.”

Jackie popped a couple of fries into her mouth and nodded. “May. I can accept “may” as a suitable answer. But two hundred people.. Jesus. That’s way too many people. I don’t know why I thought this would be a private affair when you pitched the idea to me.” She took a long sip of her beer and flattened the top of her ponytail with her palm. Jackie normally didn’t do too well with a bunch of random strangers, but she’d do her best to be as cool as possible for as long as possible. “No one no one? Are you sure?” Jackie just wanted to make sure that she really wasn’t crossing any boundaries. A grin suddenly grew across her face at Quinn’s admission. Honestly, she liked that Quinn had a crush because it was long overdue. Also, Jackie now got to tease her about it. “It’d be cool, my ass. You wanna taaaap that.”

“Private affair? We were planning on bringing in ladies to bone, couldn’t be too private or we’d know ‘em all already,” Quinn told her and then swallowed the mouthful of food in her mouth. She took a quick sip of beer. “Besides, half the people coming are with Cliff. And like I said, people will be coming and going all night. It’ll be cool.” She gave a quick nod. “I’m sure. No one. I mean, I’d prefer you not go fucking around with Rachel, but it’s no big.” She might as well throw it out there. And Quinn thought she might sleep with Rachel tomorrow. Or Brittany. She really liked sleeping with Brittany. She rolled her eyes at Jackie’s words. “I don’t wanna tap that. I wanna…” She shook her head quickly. “Never mind,” she grumbled and finished her beer off.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Jackie finished off her beer and hopped up, walking toward the fridge to pull two more from one of the six-packs they had. “Why does he know so many people anyway?! I mean, I know why… but why?!” She walked back around to her seat on the island, placing another beer in front of Quinn on her way and nodding at Quinn’s addendum. “Okay, then I won’t go fucking around with Rachel… but I will probably flirt with her and maybe touch a boob if she requests it..” Jackie grabbed a Bic lighter from her pocket and popped the top from her beer. “Oh. So you wanna more than tap that?”

Quinn laughed at that. “He’s Cliffie and he has to know everyone,” Quinn told her and laughed again. She pulled her unopened beer closer. She took another bite of her sandwich and then shrugged. “You can touch her boob.” She swallowed her food and pushed her beer toward Jackie so she could open that one as well. Maybe it was best that she had her sights set on Fin and figuring her out and getting to know her because she was still a bit possessive over Rachel and she didn’t want to be. She liked having Rachel as her friend. “I don’t know,” Quinn answered but didn’t look at Jackie. “I sent her flowers and cake for her birthday, to the cruise ship. It took me, like, four hours to make it happen.” She bit her lip and still couldn’t bring her gaze to Jackie. She wasn’t ready to see the look that was probably on her face.

Jackie nodded and caught Quinn’s unopened bottle. She, in turn, just slid the open one back in Quinn’s direction since she hadn’t taken a sip yet. Quickly, she used the lighter to open the second bottle as well and took her sip from that one. “What abooooout both boobs?” Jackie was mostly just being silly at this point, and while she did find Rachel tiny and adorable, she was all about the friend code and she wouldn’t break it. Taking a handful of fries, Jackie shoved them into her face. She didn’t need to be proper around Quinn. She chewed and listened until Quinn mentioned the time it took to send out the cake and flowers. Jackie swallowed the fries and washed them down before staring at Quinn until she made eye contact. Since she was avoiding it, Jackie just started laughing. “Yup. Sounding sprung to me, Fabray. It’s cute. This is cute.”

“Fine, both boobs,” Quinn gave in. “I mean, you can get with her, I suppose, but I might be getting with her, so then that’s just weird.” She made a face and then picked at her sandwich before finally looking at Jackie. Color began to rise to cheeks. She was embarrassed by her behavior. She hadn’t done this for anyone in a very long time. “It’s not cute. It’s embarrassing.” She shook her head and let out a breath before picking up her beer and taking a drink. “Can’t you be crushing on someone too? I don’t wanna do this alone.”

“Yessss. Both boobs it isss. Also, I don’t reaaaaaally care. I’m just trying to not kick into a new dry spell. I’m not trying to marry the girl.” Jackie finished off her sandwich and ate a few more fries, watching Quinn get all blushy over Finley. It actually was pretty cute. She wasn’t sure if she could get behind this before, but seeing how Quinn was acting, she could maybe support it. “It’s not embarrassing! It’s normal, Q!” She took a long sip of beer and shrugged. “I don’t get crushes. People crush on me.”

“You think I’d let you fall into a dry spell?” Quinn asked her. “But I thought you might take a break after all the Santana shit.” She shrugged and drank more from her beer, leaving the rest of her sandwich unfinished. She shook her head. “It’s not normal! It’s weird.” She pouted then let out a breath, her focus on Jackie. “Yeah, they do. But so do you. You’re gonna tell me you don’t have, like, a thing for Santana?”

Jackie chuckled a little. “No. I don’t think you’d let me fall into a dry spell and that’s why you’re the best. I don’t need a break though.” She sipped a good amount of her beer from the bottle and shrugged. “It’s still normal. I mean… I like Santana a lot. I don’t think she knows what she wants though.” Jackie shrugged again casually.

“Oooooh,” Quinn replied and turned her beer bottle around slowly. “So we’ll make sure you still get laid at this party then.” But Quinn had her sights set on either Rachel or Brittany, even if her mind was still on Fin. “She doesn’t know what she wants, but what do you want? Do you, like… like her like that? Like seriously like her to not fuck anybody else.”

“Okay, good.” Jackie crossed her arms in front of her and leaned forward. “I thought the whole point of this party was to get me laid? I’m not backing out of that.” She chuckled a little and looked up toward Quinn. A smile slowly grew on her face and she shrugged again. “Part of me says maybe, but most of me is like… yes… all the girls please. If I wanted to settle down, it’s be with someone cool like her. You’re asking too many questions.”

“Well I didn’t know if that changed since you and Santana are like two jealous old biddies,” Quinn replied quickly and then drank the rest of her beer. She licked her lips and placed her empty beer bottle down on the counter. “But yes, I’ll get you laid. And if you wanna fuck around still, then go for it. I just didn’t know if you two were, like, gonna date or something. But if that’s not something she wants either right now, then fuck it, keep doing what we were doing. Just… more by yourself.” It felt really weird to not be plotting to get laid. Quinn got up and went to the fridge to get her last beer out of the pack. She grabbed a beer for Jackie, too, whether she wanted it or not.

Jackie chuckled a little and shook her head. “That was so bad. I just don’t like the thought of her giving all her attention to someone that’s not me. That’s not weird right?” She finished her bottle, and like magic, another one appeared. “Gracias. That’s the thing though! She told me she wants something real, but she can casually sleep with anybody but me because she likes me and if she casually sleeps with me she might like me more and clearly that’s scary to her for some odd reason.” Jackie took a breath after she just spit all of those words out almost at once. “I just hate that I don’t have my partner in crime when I need her the most because she’s playing cheerlleaadddeeeerrrrr.”

“Not weird, but sounds like a crush,” Quinn commented. “But, like, I love attention so I get mad sometimes when some people that give me attention give others attention, but that has nothing to do with a crush. I’m just greedy. So… maybe it’s not weird.” She took a long drink from her beer as she listened to Jackie’s words about Santana. “Well, shit, she sounds like me, JP. The moment I get feelings for a fuck, I gotta drop her. Don’t wanna get hurt. So, clearly she needs to deal with that too.” She started to feel warm again as Jackie teased her and made a face. “I’m still here, but I’ll be like mob boss and delegate. I ain’t no cheerleader.” But that sure as shit was a lie. She drank more beer.

Jackie shrugged a little. Maybe she did have a crush, but whether or not she did was kind of irrelevant at this point in she and Santana’s… whatever they were doing. “Yeah. I don’t know. I’m just tired of going in fucking circles. She did Quinn me though so…” Jackie grabbed her lighter from the island and popped the new beer open. “I kind of don’t want to keep talking about this. Tell me more about you and Finley.”

“Wait, what the fuck does that mean?” Quinn asked her. “She Quinn’ed you?” She wasn’t quite sure what Jackie meant because Quinn figured it could actually mean a number of things. “And there’s nothing really to say about me and Fin. We’ve just been texting. And I’ve been watching the games. That’s about it.”

“She decided that she wanted to stop fucking me so we can be friends because she might catch feelings. At that point, I just gave up. So I’m looking forward to Cliff bringing the hottest girls like always.” Jackie dug into her pocket and grabbed a small pack or rolling papers and a decent sized bag of weed. “Well that’s something. Would you have been watching the Olympics otherwise? I know she appreciates the support.” She grabbed a nugget of weed from the bag and started to break it down with her fingernails.

“Well shit…” Quinn let out a breath. She did feel kind of bad for doing that to Jackie, but Quinn couldn’t help but be selfish about it. She wanted Jackie’s friendship and she needed to get what she wanted. “Sorry it turned out like that. Like… what’s so bad if she did get feelings for you ‘cause I feel like you’d… well, whatever.” Jackie didn’t want to talk about it anymore so Quinn figured she should shut up about it instead of going on. “We’ll get you fucked good tomorrow.” She grinned and took a sip from her beer. “And no, there’s no way I’d be watching them otherwise. Sports really aren’t my thing. She’s my thing.” Quinn groaned as soon as she said it. “Yeah, I’m a little tipsy right now.” She sure was going to blame it on the alcohol.

Jackie mostly just went silent and let Quinn talk about her current situation with Santana. It was mostly just disheartening for her. She half listened as she rolled the weed in the rolling paper and licked the gum end to seal it. Scooping the excess weed back into the bag, Jackie smirked. “She’s obviously your thing. Stevie Wonder could see that she’s your thing, Q.” Jackie put the joint between her lips and lit it.

“Yeah…” Quinn suddenly didn’t want to talk about Finley anymore either. She finished off her beer then began to clean up the rest of her leftover food. She thought she might eat it tomorrow, but probably not. Quinn ended up throwing out most of her leftovers usually. Or gave them to Jackie. That’s what happened the most. “Sorry about it all. I’d fuck you if it’d make you feel better.” She cracked a smile.

“I’m good. I’m not really looking for a pity fuck either, but it’s nice of you to offer.” Jackie chuckled a little and took two puffs of the joint before holding it out to Quinn. “It’s cool. C’est la vie.” She grabbed that third beer and chugged it all at once before placing the bottle on the counter, doing her best to keep her burp to herself.

“If I fucked you, there’d definitely be no pity in it,” Quinn assured her, laughing lightly. She took the joint and took a hit before passing it back to Jackie. She shrugged and moved around the island, fishing a bottle of tequila out and some limes from the fridge. “Let’s get fucked.”

Jackie took a long drag after Quinn passed it back and quietly watched her grab the tequila and limes. “You didn’t eat enough for that, but I’m in. But only if we get to toast to you and Fin. That’s my only rule.” She took another puff and held the joint back out to Quinn.

“I ate plenty,” she replied, but that wasn’t true and they both knew it. Quinn set the liquor and limes down, getting a knife out and sliding it toward Jackie along with the limes. The counter was marble, so she could cut right on it. “And we can toast to us, fine, but it better not jinx it,” she warned and then laughed as she moved to grab two shot glasses and salt. “And we won’t do too many shots. Just a couple.”

“Uh huh.” Jackie caught the knife and limes and started to cut one up for their shots. “Obviously we’re gonna toast to us because we’re amazing. And you guys are gonna be fiiiiiine.” She pushed the knife and sliced lime away as Quinn prepared the shots. “How many is a couple again? Four? Each?”

“Yeah, we’re fucking amazing,” Quinn agreed with her and flashed a smile. She set the shot glasses down and filled them, ignoring the comment about Fin. She didn’t want to think about her, it gave her butterflies. “Yes, four sounds about right.” She grinned and slid a glass closer to Jackie before licking the crook of skin between her thumb and finger so she could apply salt there.

Jackie nodded and mirrored Quinn’s actions to salt her own hand before groaning. “Last time I had tequila, Santana made me cum like 11 times then I fell asleeeeep,” she whined. Part of her hated that even tequila reminded her of Santana when she was doing her best to not think about her at all in that way. “Okay. To you finally being able to be a grown up with feelings and you and Fin being super cute.” Jackie grabbed her shot glass and raised it in the air.

“Are you fucking kidding? Why would you bring that up?” Quinn said and then started to laugh. Jackie was ridiculous. “Yeah, to that, I guess.” Quinn couldn’t hide her smirk and she clinked her glass against Jackie’s. She licked the salt and took the shot, slamming the glass back down before grabbing a lime to suck. She groaned softly and immediately poured them both another shot. She pulled the lime from her mouth. “Fuck, it feels warm in stomach already.” She laughed lightly.

Jackie licked her salt and knocked back her shot with a shudder, grabbing a lime slice. “Because it was the second best night of my life!” She sucked the lime a little and nodded as Quinn poured the next shot. “I knew it would because you didn’t eat enooough. I’m not gonna carry you to your bed, but I will drag you because I am a good friend.”

“Second best?” Quinn repeated. “So what was the best night of your life, when you met me?” She grinned and laughed. She shrugged as she set up the salt for her second shot, then she’d take a break before the others. “You won’t have to carry meeee or drag meeee. I’ll make it on my own. I’ll eat later.” She passed the salt to Jackie. “What do you wanna do after this?”

“Naaah. That’s definitely top 8 though. The best night of my life is the night were I didn’t fall asleep on Santana. Just saying.” Jackie grabbed the salt and started her shot prep. “You say that now, but I have a feeling that I’ll be dragging you. Eating doesn’t make you less drunk.” She reached over and pulled a lime slice toward her. “I don’t know. We can kick it poolside? I dunno what else there is to do.”

“Top eight!” Quinn shrieked indignantly. “That’s crap. And I’m also sorry I asked. I did not need to know that.” She laughed and gave a nod. “Yeah, let’s go do that. But eating totally can sober you up. It’s, like, a fact.” She held up her shot to clink against Jackie’s. “To my best friend in the whole wide world,” she said and then laughed again.

“Yes, top 8 and you do wanna know. I’m pretty sure you told me that you wanted to know all the details. Also that’s not true, but I’ll make sure you don’t puke in the pool.” Jackie lightly tapped her shot glass against Quinn’s with a giant grin on her face. She’d been pretty down lately, but somehow, Quinn always managed to make her feel a little better. “To my best friend in the whole wide world.” Licking her salt, Jackie took her shot and followed with the lime slice.

Quinn sighed heavily. “Ugh, you’re right, I did tell you I wanted to know all the details.” Her look of disgust was replaced with a smirk. “And see, this is why you’re my best friend because you keep me from puking in pools.” She laughed then licked her salt and downed her second shot, finishing it with the lime. “Mmmm…” She pulled the lime out. “Fuck.” She tossed the rind away and licked her lips.

Jackie nodded. “You did tell me that so now you’re getting all the details. It’s too late to cancel this subscription, homeslice.” She salted a lime slice for the hell of it and contorted her face at the mix of salty and bitter. It didn’t taste bad though. “That and I eat all of your food and I make sure you only talk to girls with nice asses.”

“True, you’re the best friend a girl can get,” Quinn replied and she went to the fridge to fish out some beer from the back. She opened both caps for herself and Jackie. The cool beer would be a nice follow and a good break between the last shots. She took a quick sip. “I think I’m just gonna bang either Rachel or Britts at this party, if I can swing it. I don’t want any fresh meat. I just wanna have a good time and I do with both of them.”

“Ah. No new friends, Quinnie? I think it’s because you have all this newfound thirst for Fin meat.” Jackie took the beer from Quinn and sipped it with a cheeky smirk on her face. “That’s a plan, though. I don’t think I have anything set in stone. I’ll just see where the night takes me. I did bring a few more party favors, so the day should be pretty interesting. Who do you wanna bang more?”

“Ugh, shut up,” Quinn said with a roll of her eyes but they both knew it had everything to do with Fin. She wasn’t going to deny it. “Good plan. I’ll probably just smoke some weed. I don’t think I wanna be too high off anything.” She didn’t want to get too fucked up at her own party. “I think Brittany. Because I don’t get to see her a lot. And I can fuck Rachel kind of whenever because I see her more and talk to her all the time. Plus I like to tie her up so I can’t do that here.” She didn’t have toys here. But as soon as Quinn said it, she realized just what she said and she felt very warm. “Ah, shit,” she mumbled and took a drink from her beer.

Jackie took another sip of her beer and shrugged. “You’re only telling me to shut up because I’m right. Suit yourself. I’ll hang out with Molly on my own if I have to.” She set the bottle on the island countertop and stretched her arms over her head, freezing at Quinn’s admission. “You tie Rachel up?! Well, shit. If I’d have known you guys were getting that freaky I would have never asked to hit it.”

“I’m sure you’ll find someone to share Molly with, I just don’t wanna get too fucked,” Quinn told her. And she really didn’t. It was her own party so she didn’t want to see a mess. If they were out somewhere and Quinn got really fucked, her and Jackie would just leave where they didn’t have to be crazy in front of other people, but Quinn couldn’t do that at her own party. She groaned softly. “See? That’s why I was possessive. It’s been… really hot. And like…” She shook her head. “Don’t tell her I told you. I don’t know if she’d be embarrassed or, well, not embarrassed, but… I didn’t mean to say it.” She didn’t want to spill other people’s secrets, especially since she loved sleeping with Rachel. She didn’t want to ruin it.

“Okay fine. I’ll save you some for after the party when you can stop being the hostess with the mostest and be Q.” Jackie leaned forward on the island, crossing her arms in front of her. “What are you talking about? You never told me anything about how hot you think it is to tie Rachel up and have your way with her. I will say that it’ll probably be a lot harder to tie Fin up…”

“Yes, yes, thank you,” Quinn replied. “Another reason why you’re my best friend.” She sipped on her beer then groaned at Jackie’s words because now she was thinking about a tied up Rachel. “You’re also the worst. I blindfold her sometimes too. God, it’s so hot.” She let her head hang and then cocked an eyebrow as she looked up at her. “Yeah, I’m sure it would be harder to tie her up, she’s a tree.”

“I only do what I can.” Jackie sipped her beer to hold in her chuckle. “Did you also blindfold her mouth because she talks so damn much? I mean, she’s cute and she’s nice, but she’s definitely a talker.” Sitting back a little, Jackie grabbed the half-smoked joint and relit it. “Well, obviously. That’s why it’s harder. You’ll figure it out though. Get your rocks off.”

Quinn laughed at that and she shook her head. “No, I didn’t put a blindfold on her mouth, but she sure does talk a lot. But sometimes when she’s blindfolded, I stop responding and then she gets all quiet and that’s kind hot too…” Now she was starting to turn herself on. “I gotta stop talking about this. I’m revealing too much.” She stuck her tongue out at Jackie then sipped her beer as she considered her words. “Yeah, I will, but I wanna take my time with Fin. Like… I don’t want it to be just about sex. Like… I wanna be content to wait.” She sipped her beer again.

Jackie just shook her head. She and Quinn never really went into deep detail about their sex lives with other people so it was always interesting to hear what Quinn was getting up to in the sack. “Yeah, you are revealing too much. Out here getting your freak on for real.” Finished off what was left of her beer, she listened as Quinn talked about Fin and almost did a spit take. “Wooow. You must really like her, huh?”

“Yeah, and I don’t wanna give you any freaky sex pointers because I need to stay better than you at sex always,” Quinn replied, teasing her. She sipped on her beer then set it on the counter. She shrugged. “Yeah, I guess I kinda do, like… I watch the basketball games, like, all of them, to see her play and, like, literally just watch her and…” She let out a slow breath. “I don’t know. We text, too. I just think, like, if I want to get out of the game, she might be worth it. ‘Cause she’s different from other people in my circles, you know? Like, completely different, so much so, I don’t even know if it’ll work but… And fuck, she’s so talented and you know I’m attracted to talent too.” She was rambling now, but she couldn’t stop it. She didn’t have anyone else to talk to about it, and Jackie was her best friend.

“Oh please. You’re not better than me on my worst day,” Jackie scoffed. She knocked back the rest of that particular bottle of beer and tousled her hair a little. “You’re so whipped and you guys haven’t even had sex yet. I think Fin is a good one to get out of the game with. She’s got a good head on her shoulders and her mom is nice from what I hear. The real question is how you’re going to explain this to your harem.”

Quinn laughed at that. “Mmhmm…” She finished the rest of her beer as well and set the bottle down carefully. “I’m not whipped, it’s just… a crush.” She cleared her throat, but now she felt warm. “Yeah, she seems like… like she’s not a player. And she’s focused on her career, and that’s pretty cool. I dunno… She’s just…” She shook her head and looked at Jackie. “I don’t know how I’ll break it to them… You might as well be there when I tell them so you can fuck them after since they’ll be depressed.” She grinned.

“It’s true. I’d show you, but I don’t want you thinking you have a chance at being in my pants again. You are permabanned, Fabray.” Jackie hopped up and grabbed the bottle of tequila, feeling good. She gripped the bottle and leaned in a little. “I told you she wasn’t a player. I mean.. she’s a player because she plays ball… but not like.. a heartbreaker. That’s my homegirl. I’d never endorse somebody that I think would hurt you because then I’d have to kill them and my assassin skills are rusty right now.” Scoffing again, Jackie unscrewed the bottle and poured them another shot each. “I’m not there to bone your sloppy seconds. I’m not even sure I wanna bone Rachel anymore, but if she asked me I might not say no. Might.”

“What makes you think I want into those pants again?” Quinn asked and smirked. She grabbed the salt and licked the crook of her hand before adding some salt. She smiled again and slid the salt toward Jackie. “No, yeah, I know you wouldn’t tell me about somebody like this if you didn’t believe it.” She licked her lips and shrugged. “Well, you can do what you wanna. Like, it’s cool. And Rachel’s cool. Like, you’d have fun.” She bit her lip then licked the salt and did her shot quickly, not waiting to toast with Jackie.

“Because I’m fucking sexy? Do you not see me? Do you not know who I am?” Jackie flipped her hair over her shoulder. She grabbed the salt and by the time she was done prepping for her shot, Quinn had already taken hers. “...Really?” Quickly following suit, Jackie shuddered as she sucked on the lime slice. “Yeah, but… knowing that you hit it…” Jackie wrinkled her nose dramatically. “Nah. I’m sure you’re right though. Just like I am about how much Fin has you whipped.”

“Um, I think you’re that DJ, the hot one, the one they call JP.” Quinn smirked at her and after her shot, she sucked on a slice of lime. She pushed at Jackie’s arm when she made a face about her fucking Rachel. She pulled the lime from her own mouth and laughed lightly, shaking her head. She poured them their last shots, but she was definitely on her way to drunktown and spilled a bit of the tequila on the counter. “I’m not whipped,” she said quickly. “Quinn Fabray does the whipping.” She grinned over at Jackie.

“You’re damn right. I am.. The hot DJ they call JP.” Suddenly, Jackie started to feel all of the alcohol at once and she knew that she was getting drunk. Jackie was a notorious lightweight, especially when it came to shots. She laughed out loud when Quinn pushed her. “Quinn Fabray does the getting whipped right now, though.”

“That's what your business card should say,” Quinn told her with another laugh. She let the shots sit as she set the bottle down carefully. “I'm not whipped,” she insisted. “How could I be whipped for a girl I only met for, like, five minutes?” she asked, leaving out that they have been texting.

Jackie started to prep for their final shot as Quinn set the bottle down. “I don’t know, Quinn! How could you be whipped for a girl you only met for five minutes? Riddle me that, Batman.” She licked the salt, took the shot, and sucked on the lime before throwing all of her rinds out. “I should get business cards…”

“I don’t know!” Quinn shouted back, a grin on her face, and then she burst out laughing. It took her a moment to gain her composure and then she picked up her shot and downed it, quickly sucking on a piece of lime. She groaned softly and then tossed the rind aside. She licked her lips. “You should. It’d say Badass Hot DJ JP. That’s it. That’s all.” She laughed.

Jackie just shook her head. “So whipped. Now that we’re liquored up, wanna go kick it by the pool before everyone comes and ruins it?” She pushed up from the island without really waiting for a response and immediately felt a little wobbly. “Or we can just stay in here and watch Netflix with no chill.”

“Yeah, let’s kick it!” Quinn agreed, but as she stepped away, she realized she was drunk and she stepped back closer to keep from falling over. “Okay, wait, let’s, um, let’s just Netflix, no chill.” She started to laugh. “Wanna cuddle in my bed or chill on the couch?”

“It’s up to you, Q. We can do whichever you want because I don’t wanna think or use my brain right now.” After the words were in the air, it dawned on Jackie that thinking and using your brain were exactly the same thing. She wrinkled her nose at the thought. “Wait. Where is the bigger TV? Let’s just go wherever the TV is bigger.”

“Mmmmm…” Quinn started trying to figure out what she wanted to do and then Jackie suggested they go to where the bigger TV was. “Living room,” she said with a nod and headed in that direction. She grabbed the remote before laying down on the couch, squishing against the back so Jackie could lay with her. She held her arms open. “Come lay with me!” she called out and then hit the on button the remote to turn it on.

Jackie shakily followed Quinn into the living room and squinted when she got on the couch first. She wasn’t used to being the little spoon, even though she did climb happily, with a shrug, into Quinn’s arms and relaxed. “We can watch whatever you want, Q. I have no preference.” Right as Jackie was snuggling in, she sat up with a start. “We need a blanket!” It wasn’t cold or anything, but no best friend couch cuddle would be complete without one.

“Okaaaay,” Quinn said and just as her arms settled around Jackie, the younger girl sat up. “Yeah, yeah, blanket. Um. Go down the hall and grab one off one of the beds in the room and I’m gonna stay right here and I’m gonna find something on Netflix.” She pulled up Netflix and started looking through the TV options.

“Okay!” Jackie semi-jogged to the first bedroom she reached and took the comforter off of it. She hugged it to her chest in a ball as she walked back to the living room. After initially just dropping the balled up bedding on Quinn’s legs, Jackie spread it out more neatly and crawled under it to resume her previous position. This already just felt better. “Okay. What are we watching?” Jackie relaxed again and yawned lightly.

Quinn browsed until Jackie returned and she smiled as Jackie spread the blanket out over her. She hit play and put the remote aside as she hugged Jackie in close to her again. “Just Friends. Thought it was a good choice. Or we can watch The Office.” But Friends had already started to play. She watched the screen and gave Jackie a squeeze. “Thanks for cuddling.”

Since Friends was already playing, Jackie shrugged, content with the choice. “Yeah, Friends is fine.” In reality, she didn’t really care what they watched. The shots were hitting her hard at this point and she just felt drunk. Not drunk enough to get sick, but still pretty drunk. She closed her eyes and wiggled until she was in just the right spot. “Of course. I have to get all my cuddles in now before you replace me with Fin.”

Letting her eyes close, Quinn relaxed against the pillow as Jackie got comfy. She only let her eyes stay closed a little longer though because the room was kind of spinning. She poked Jackie in the side at her words. “I won’t be replacing you with Fin. I mean, unless she totally hates if I cuddle plato-platonic-cally.” She frowned. That was hard to get out. “If I do that with friends, then yeah…. Guess so…” She licked her lips and sighed. “Why are we talking about Fin again?” This stupid crush.

“Ow.” Jackie swatted at Quinn’s hand under the blanket when she got poked. “We’re talking about Fin because you want her V. Real bad. And if she’d not okay with our cuddles, she can go because I was here first.” Jackie nodded to herself as her eyelids started to get heavier. “Hey. What time are people coming?”

“I don’t want her V…” Quinn mumbled, but that wasn’t necessarily true. She drew in a breath and let it out slow and she started to rub Jackie’s arm nonchalantly. “Yeah, true… you were here first…” She glanced at the TV but she had no idea what was happening. “Um…” She looked back down at Jackie. “Four? I think four. But like the people setting up and shit will be here like… noon.”

“You want her V. Stop lying.” Jackie yawned again and rubbed her eye. “You wanna make lady babies with her and… other shit.” She was so drunk and tired that she couldn’t even come up with any funny to say to poke at Quinn about her crush. “Okay. Wake me up at like 1.”

Quinn wasn’t necessarily going to go out tonight, but then she decided to drag Jackie along and she knew it would be a tolerable party. Her brother, Cliff, also swore he would be there, but he could be flaky because sometimes he became distracted with whatever else he was doing so he never made it to his later plans. Quinn put her hair half up for the party, put on a new dress and one of her favorite pairs of heels. Her car had picked them both up and dropped them off to the party at this penthouse Quinn had never been to before, but she had to make appearances to keep in the social circles and that’s why she even bothered to go.

She had left Jackie… somewhere, and was retrieving them some strong mixed drinks from the bar. There was a DJ and a small area in front for dancing, but no one was really doing any dancing yet. She heard in one of the rooms, people were doing coke, but Quinn wasn’t allowed to because Cliff kept tabs on her and said she couldn’t, so she didn’t even bother investigating it. Out on the balcony and patio, she knew people were smoking weed, so she might check into that later, but for now, she was mostly just saying hellos and making the rounds, even if she would rather be at her own apartment and hanging with Jackie instead. In any case, this could be a fine precursor to their evening. She sipped her drink and scanned the room, spying Jackie near the food table filled with all kinds of hors d'oeuvres that had been catered in.

Quinn made a beeline for Jackie and stepped in close to her, handing the drink off. “Drink for the lady…” Quinn took a long drink from her own glass.

This night was the first night in a while where Jackie wasn’t working. There always seemed to be something at the station for her to do. When she wasn’t live, she was still doing a lot of bitch work because she had the least seniority. For some reason people always wanted to punk the new kid, but it really didn’t faze Jackie. Either way, tonight she was free. She had plans to lay on her couch and binge on television and Indian food until Quinn called and convinced her to come out. So, instead of Indian food, Jackie was standing at the hors d'oeuvres table in a black men’s cut pant suit that still somehow seemed to flatter her. She also thought she smelled weed, but she’d investigate that part later.

Jackie glanced around the room, checking out the potential, when she saw Quinn coming back. She smiled and turned to face her with a small plate piled with anything seafood related from the table. The stack was actually a pretty good size. “Oooh. Thank you. What is it?” Jackie started her sip before Quinn even opened her mouth to speak. In reality, Jackie didn’t really care what it was. It probably would be helpful to know though. “Also is my boy Cliff on his way or is he standing us up again?”

Quinn glanced over at the food before putting her focus back on Jackie. She might eat later, after smoking up, but for now, she figured she should just have her drink. And maybe another drink or two after that. “It’s the bartender’s signature drink. An amber… what did he call it? I don’t remember. He said there was spiced rum in it.” She shrugged and sipped on her drink then frowned. “I texted him, like, a hundred times and he said he was on his way, but that was also an hour ago so… I don’t know. I hope so though because he makes, like, every party better.” She glanced around.

“Especially since I only know like half the room, which aren’t the best odds, but it also means we probably don’t have to stay long,” she explained. If Quinn didn’t know personally or know of a decent amount of people, she didn’t like to stay too long. She couldn’t trust the room, which meant she had to be well behaved, and if Cliff was there, Quinn knew trouble followed him.

“We really need to be careful with these “bartender signature” drinks. What if we get like… roofied or something?” Jackie sipped her drink again, finding that she really wasn’t all that concerned. “He does make every party better. I should just start going out to parties with him.” She nodded before breaking into a wide grin. Jackie glanced around the room and shrugged. “I know less than half the room, but we gotta find the bud before we go to make this worth it. Plus, there’s nobody for me to lay my game on.” Looking down for a second, Jackie brought her plate up to her face and ate the shrimp roll on top without using her hands.

Quinn laughed and tucked her hair behind her ear. “We’re not going to get roofied, we’re fine,” she assured her and then made a face as she caught sight of this one guy she loathed. He always wanted a picture with her and then tried to get in her panties. She wondered if there was a way to avoid him, but then it was too late and he had spotted her. She put her attention back on Jackie. “Maybe you should. Cliffy loves you, for some reason I can never figure out,” she added and smirked. She finished her drink because if she was going to be dealing with Wes in a moment, she needed the alcohol. “Yeah, well, we can head outside and smoke up in a minute, and maybe try to find—” She stopped speaking when she saw Jackie eating the food off her plate without using her hands. “Jesus, Jackie, we’re in public…” Quinn put on a scowl, but she was actually amused, and she was lucky Cliff wasn’t here because he’d have followed suit and started eating the same way because he was actually a teenager sometimes.

“What?! My hands are full and I don’t have a third one so.. I gotta do what I gotta do. I mean, you could always just feed them to me.” Jackie wiggled her eyebrows, but refrained from doing a repeat of the stunt… at least for now. “He loves me because I’m awesome, but you knew that because it’s common knowledge.” She looked around and idly chewed on her bottom lip, looking for the source of the ganja smell. Turning her attention back to her plate, Jackie sighed and made a decision. With one more long gulp of her drink, Jackie held out the half empty glass to Quinn. “Hold this for me for a sec? I need to eat all this food real quick.”

Quinn felt a smirk starting to tug at her lips at Jackie’s comment about feeding her, but she couldn’t show that she found that amusing so she still scowled. “Maybe we should have done food, then drinks,” she commented and nodded, but didn’t yet smile. “Yes, you’re the most awesome person I’ve ever known, JP.” Quinn scanned the crowd and saw Wes was closing the distance. She placed her attention on Jackie and held the glass for her. “Yeah, go ahead,” she instructed as this guy, Wes, sidled up beside her. He was tall and handsome, but unfortunately came off as rather sleazy in a way Quinn wasn’t ever sure he would outgrow.

“Hello, Ms. Fabray,” he greeted then turned his attention to Jackie. “And guest? I do have to say, I almost wore the same tonight.”

“You almost wore a women’s styled suit?” Quinn asked, cocking her head slightly and raising an eyebrow at him.

“No,” he answered and pressed his lips together before reaching out a hand toward Jackie. “I’m Wes Hughes, I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure of meeting before.”

When Jackie got the go ahead, she dipped her head toward the plate again, as if she was going to eat it all at once. Suddenly, some random ass guy appeared out of nowhere. Jackie never saw him coming. He literally just popped up beside Quinn. For some reason, she had a bad taste in her mouth about this guy from the moment he opened his mouth. She looked from the guy to Quinn and back, trying to figure out what was going on. She then realized that she was actually being pulled into this… whatever vibe they had going. “It’s a nice suit, but it’s like wearing the same dress to prom. I would have made you go home and change. I’m JP.” Jackie took his hand and shook it. He wasn’t getting her real name.

Wes laughed at Jackie’s comment, holding her hand in his through his entire laugh before he finally released it. “You are quite funny, JP.” He paused. “I like that. JP. Very intriguing.”

Quinn was frowning deeply as she watched him. She really didn’t like him and she hated that he tended to go to most of the events her family sponsored since his dad was working with her dad for the last three years. The less she saw of him, the happier her life was. There was a commotion near the door and Quinn looked over in that direction to see her brother strutting into the room with an entourage of at least fifteen people. Wes’s expression changed the moment he saw Cliff, his smile fading fast.

“Oh, good, Cliff’s here,” Quinn said. “Would you like to say hello?” she asked Wes with a smile.

“No, I’ll see him around, for sure,” Wes replied and took a step away from them. He looked away from Cliff and his posse, and to Quinn and Jackie. He smiled. “And I will see the both of you… later.”

Quinn frowned as Wes departed from them quickly. “I fucking hate that guy.”

Jackie laughed half-heartedly. This guy was definitely a creeper. The first chance she got she was going to tell him that he was barking up the wrongest tree of his miserable life. When Wes finally released her hand, she covertly wiped it on the side of her pants and looked toward the commotion at the door. Jackie’s face lit up when she saw Cliff, which was the polar opposite reaction of Wes’. She side-eyed him as he did his best to slip away before Cliff reached them, wondering what that was all about. Part of her wanted him to stick around so she could be nosey. Jackie turned her attention back to Quinn when she spoke. “Yeeeahhh. He’s kind of sketchy as fuck. Later on, you’re gonna have to tell me his deal.”

“Later on, I’ll let you know all about him,” Quinn assured her. She could be a bit of a gossip sometimes, but Wes was a jerk so she didn’t really care about spilling all the details about him. She looked over just as Cliff did a half walk, half jog toward them. He hugged Quinn around the middle and picked her up, spinning her around, and almost spilling what was left in the glasses, before he set her back down.

“Hey, Quinnie!” he said and laughed as he released her. “Cool party, am I right?” He made a face then rolled his eyes, a goofy smile on his face. He looked over at Jackie and grinned. “JP. What up, girl?” He held his hand out toward Jackie for a half five, but only to use that hand to pull her into a hug once she high fived him.

Jackie nodded at Quinn with a nod, just counting down the moments until she could get all the tea. She looked over when Quinn did and saw Cliff coming toward them. Q was right. He really did make parties better. She took the moments where Cliff greeted Quinn to finally eat, although she did switch the plate to her other hand so she wouldn’t be eating with the hand that touched that Wes guy. Looking up when she was spoken too, Jackie found herself grinning again. Cliff was the cool kid and hanging out with Cliff even a little made her cool by proxy. Quinn was a little cool too.. Maybe. “Clifff!” Jackie wrapped an arm around him before releasing. “Nothing much really. Your sister refuses to feed me though. Other than that, nothing.” She side-eyed Quinn playfully before looking back to Cliff.

Cliff laughed at Jackie’s words then playfully wrapped an arm around Quinn, pulling her in closer. “Why do you have to bother the poor girl, huh, Quinnie?”

“Don’t you make me spill these, Cliff,” Quinn warned and ignored his comment.

Cliff grabbed the glasses from her and set them on the buffet table. “There.” Quinn was shaking her head but Cliff was already grabbing her and pulling her snugly into his side. She squirmed slightly and pushed at him, but it was no use, she was stuck there. “Now, how are we doing? How’s the party? Have you seen any single, hot girls?”

Quinn sighed, but honestly, she was quite content being there, stuck to Cliff. She always felt safe and protected when he was around. And maybe, sometimes, it was stifling, but not often. “I told all the single, hot girls to stay away from you, Cliffy,” she said sweetly. “But the party’s so-so, and I doubt we’re staying long. Tell him how the food is, Jackie, since you can’t stop eating.” She smirked, glancing at Jackie, though she was only being playful and completely joking.

“What are you talking about? I literally just started eating!” Jackie shook her head and crammed a shrimp puff into her mouth, playfully glaring at Quinn. After she finished the finger food, she finally actually did what was asked of her. “The food is aight, I guess. It could be worse. Also there are no single, hot girls. I already checked. You can get single, or you can get hot. That’s about it.” Jackie shrugged. “I’d be happy to find some action elsewhere. Especially if girls are involved.”

Quinn started to laugh and Cliff joined in. He let go of Quinn to check out the buffet and picked up one of the shrimp puffs as well, popping it into his mouth. He shrugged and nodded. “Yeah, it’s all right,” he agreed with her. He surveyed the room then looked over at Jackie, then to Quinn. “I got an invite to this underground club. It’s in a warehouse in Chelsea, I think, all hush hush. Could be fun.” He grinned at both of them and Quinn looked over at Jackie, wondering what she thought about it.

“Right?” Jackie nodded as she worked on her pile. She wasn’t necessarily hungry or anything, she just liked to eat. With a mouth full of shrimp puff, she looked from Cliff to Quinn as they both looked at her in turn. Like she was going to say no or something. “Yeah. I’m in.” She turned slightly and put the small plate on the table. “Let’s go. Let’s do this…” Jackie waited a whole half of a minute before retrieving the plate from the table. She didn’t want to waste food.

“Cool,” Cliff said and pulled out his cell. “I gotta call some number and they’ll send a car for us.  Then I’m going to mingle until the car gets here, so stay out of trouble.” He nudged Quinn and smirked at Jackie before walking away, his phone to his ear.

Quinn watched him walk away and then looked at Jackie. “You want another drink before we go? Or you wanna just keep eating?”

Jackie paused for a moment in thought. “Drinks.” She pulled one more shrimp puff from the plate and stuffed her face before setting it back down and turning to Quinn. “What was the drink again? The roofie special or something?”

Quinn laughed and nodded. “Yeah, I think so, so when we go over there, you should probably ask for it by name.” She bit her lip to keep herself from cracking up again. There were shouts and laughter coming from across the room and Quinn looked over there to see her brother standing on top of a piano. That was about right. Quinn turned away from the scene and started to head over to the bar.

Jackie looked over toward the noise before glancing at Quinn, deciding if she was going to go join in the shenanigans. She decided against it as Quinn turned away and she followed her friend to the bar. Once they got there, Jackie casually leaned on it and gave the bartender a soft smile. “Hi. My friend here wanted to know if you could make her something called a roofie special? I think that’s what she called it. But yeah, that’s what she wants. Can you make Long Islands? I would like one of those if you can. Top shelf.” Jackie turned to Quinn and winked.

Quinn stood beside Jackie and glanced over toward the piano again as she heard a lot of yells and cheers, but the scene looked the same. She snapped back to Jackie as she heard her ask for the roofie special. She wanted to laugh, but she stayed cool and gave the bartender a smile when he looked to her after Jackie finished speaking. He paused, then smiled and nodded before stepping away to make their drinks. Quinn leaned closer to Jackie and spoke low. “I’m interested to see how this turns out,” she said and laughed lightly. Though, she was quite concerned she was going to get a drink that was going to be insanely strong.

Jackie managed to keep in her giggle fit, ever impressed that Quinn didn’t even crack a little. She quickly glanced toward the piano and turned her attention back to Quinn, replying softly. “Y’know. I am too. If you actually get roofied or something I’ll make sure you get home safe and that no one touches your boobs. Not even like… a little brushing against or something. Your breasts are safe in my hands.” Jackie glanced around that party again at all the beautiful, rich people before quickly turning back to Quinn. “Well, not my hands my hands.. But you know what I mean.”

That started to get Quinn laughing as Jackie was saying her boobs were safe in Jackie’s hands. She nodded a little. “Yes, they better be safe in your hands since you’re the one who’s getting me roofied,” she replied and smirked. She straightened as the bartender dropped off their drinks and Quinn stared at hers, which was a sort of dark purple color. She smiled as she picked up her drink then walked away from the bar, not wanting to try it in front of the bartender. Honestly, she was worried she was about to drink something that tasted like cough medicine.

“You told me to ask for the roo-- it!” Jackie smiled at the bartender as she picked up her Long Island Iced Tea. This would pretty much insure that Jackie would be super wasted in no time flat, so she decided to sip it slowly. Pulling a five dollar bill out of her pocket, Jackie slapped it on the bar for the bartender. She wasn’t sure if she was supposed to tip or not, but anyone that could keep a straight face and make a drink called the “roofie special” deserved at least five bucks. Following Quinn away from the bar, Jackie sipped her own drink. ‘So? How is it?”

Once Quinn had moved at least ten feet from the bar, she brought the glass to her lips and sipped it slowly. She winced at the taste of the alcohol. It was somewhat fruity, but incredibly strong, and a little bit like cough medicine. She swallowed the mouthful and looked at Jackie. “Weird. And strong. And while it’s drinkable, I’d never recommend it.” She started to laugh. “And I’ll probably be drunk in about five minutes. Wanna taste?” She gave a smirk and held the glass toward Jackie.

Jackie grinned as she watched Quinn sip the drink. She wasn’t sure exactly what she was expecting, but the reaction she saw seemed to be about right. After taking another sip of her own drink, she shook her head, declining Quinn’s offer. “I’m good, but thanks. It’ll be useless if we’re both roofied. Then anyone would be able to feel you up. ...OH! Tell me about that dude while we wait on Cliff to stop being the life of the party long enough for us to go underground.” Jackie looked from the purple liquid to Quinn and back, confirming in her mind that she was one hundred percent sure about her decision.

“Oh, yes, I suppose you’re right, it wouldn’t do us any good if we were both roofied,” Quinn agreed with her. She scanned the room to see if she saw Wes anywhere, but she didn’t. “That guy is totally the worst thing that happened once my dad went into business with his dad. He’s, like, three years older than me, but he’s the youngest of, I think, five kids. He tries to act really cool like Cliff, but he’s not. He’s just kind of creepy and he’s always trying to get me to go out with him. And when he’s gotten wasted, he’s tried to have sex with me at least a dozen times. And he always wants a picture of us together whenever he sees me. He’s the worst. And Cliff punched him one time in the face. So, they hate each other.” She laughed a little and took a bigger drink from her glass, making a face after at the taste of it. But she wanted to keep drinking it because it almost was like a bet. Jackie ordered the drink, now Quinn had to drink it.

“Oh I was gonna offer to punch him in the face, but I see my boy Cliff already took care of it for me.” Jackie took another sip of her drink and shook her head. She knew that she got a creepy vibe from the guy and now she understood why. She shuddered at the thought of him. “And I will see the both of you… later.” Jackie got the creeps just thinking about their short exchange all over again. She distracted herself by watching Quinn struggle with this drink. It was a little amusing. Jackie took another sip of her Long Island and chuckled softly to herself. “Here. Let’s trade for a bit so you can wash away that purple stuff. If we both get roofied, we both get roofied.”

“Yeah, he could probably use another punch in the face though,” Quinn commented. “He thinks he’s entitled to anything he wants, it’s annoying.” And creepy. Quinn really hated that guy. She took a tiny sip from her drink and frowned again, but she lit up at Jackie’s suggestion. “Oh, thank you.” She quickly handed her drink to Jackie and took the other. “Maybe you’ll like it more than I did. And I’m, like, ninety eight percent sure it’s not roofied.” She grinned and sipped from Jackie’s drink. “We’re lucky Cliff’s here. He’d protect us.”

“Well, he can’t have anything he wants so if he bothers you, I might kick him in the nuts.. Or let Cliff do it. Whatever.” Jackie shrugged a little and looked down at the purple concoction. She took a deep breath, followed by a giant gulp. Once it was down, Jackie gagged a little. “Jesus Christ... what is in here?! There may not be any drugs in here, but that bartender was definitely trying to get you fucked up. Also, this takes like cough medicine. Why does this taste like grape cough medicine?”

“I’d like to see you kick him in the nuts, that would be quite the show,” Quinn told her with a smirk. She sipped on Jackie’s drink as she watched her try the roofie special and held back a laugh at Jackie’s reaction to the drink. She was very amused though. “I thought it tasted like grape cough medicine, too. It could be in there, who knows? It’s your fault anyway, ordering that for me. If I didn’t know any better, I would think you were trying to get into my pants, JP.” She took one more quick sip of Jackie’s drink before holding it out to her, willing to switch back.

“Uh. Excuse you. You’re the one that told me to ask for it by name. I’m fairly certain it’s because you want me to get in your pants. Let me just say, though, you really didn’t have to go through all of this. You could have just asked and we’d be like… half way done by now.” Jackie took another sip of Quinn’s drink before squinting at it. “What if we mixed my drink with yours? That way, we both suffer through it just a little. I can’t make you drink this whole thing. It’s kind of okay, but so freaking strong.” She idly combed her fingers through her bone straight hair. It wasn’t often like it and it was soft, so she couldn’t help it.

Quinn started to laugh, and she was starting to feel the alcohol now. Her body was buzzing. “Well… I’ll let you know if that’s on my mind later…” She smirked and then felt herself growing warm. She would joke with Jackie sometimes about sleeping together, but really, it seemed their friendship had moved past the solely fucking stage. Quinn had found she had liked Jackie all too much to simply have her around to hang and have sex with. Most of the time, for Quinn, at least, she couldn’t keep long term friends with benefits, so it always ended at some point, but Quinn kind of didn’t want to lose Jackie. Other than Cliff, Jackie was probably one of Quinn’s closest friends. “Yeah, let’s mix them,” Quinn agreed after a short deliberation. “But, God, I hope it doesn’t taste even worse.” She dumped the rest of her drink into Jackie’s glass, which nearly overflowed it. She held her empty glass steady as she waited for Jackie to pour half the liquid back into it.

Jackie used the mixing straws to stir the two drinks together before carefully pouring half of the contents back into Quinn’s glass. “I already know what’s going to be on your mind later: sleep, water, darkness, and headache medicine.” She grinned a little and took her first sip of the new concoction. “But just in case it is on your mind later, you know I’m a one stop shop..” Jackie just couldn’t seem to help herself. Sure, she and Quinn had a little history, but if they hadn’t gone the friend route, Jackie probably wouldn’t be there harassing Quinn like she was now. Jackie mostly just dug Quinn’s vibe. “Okay. This is a little better… but also a little worse? I can’t describe it. It’s better than the purple drink alone though.”

“You know me too well,” Quinn said because it was probably true, Quinn would be trying to make sure she didn’t wake up hungover tomorrow. She also fully intended to make sure Jackie stayed the night with her. She didn’t like to sleep and wake up alone when she was drunk. “Oh, I know.” Her smirk returned. “You’re a one stop shop with all my favorite goods.” She cracked a grin at Jackie then decided to be brave and downed the rest of the drink. She coughed slightly once she finished swallowing it and made a face. “It’s all bad, but at least it’s gone now.” She shook her head. “Never again.”

Jackie wiggled her eyebrows at Quinn and just watched as she knocked back that whole drink. She was definitely impressed at this point. Looking down at her own glass, Jackie started to try to muster up the courage to follow suit. She looked to Quinn, then back to the glass. “Bottoms up.” Jackie finished what was in her glass as well and did what she could to keep it from being reintroduced into the glass with some friendly shrimp puffs. “Oh God. Never ever again. No more roofie specials. Wait a second…” Jackie gasped dramatically. “Is this all a ploy for you to get into my pants? For shame, Quinn Fabray. For shame.”

Quinn watched Jackie and started to laugh at her reaction to finishing her drink. Now, she was sure she was most definitely feeling it. “Yep, you caught me red handed. That’s been my goal all along. Couldn’t help it. Especially with your hair like that… that nice looking suit you got on…” Another laugh escaped her lips. She was going to need to try to sober up on the way to this other event if she didn’t want to become blackout drunk by the end of the night.

“Girl, you are out here playing with fire. You couldn’t handle all this.” Jackie flipped her hair over her shoulder and realized that the room shifted just a little. She was too skinny to drink like she had been. She thought the height would make up for it, but the way she was feeling those drinks begged to differ. “I might get rid of the suit though if that Wes guy has it. Wanna go find the bud? Let’s go find the bud.”

“Wanna bet? I live to play with fire,” Quinn told her and she looked around the room to see if she saw Wes, since Jackie mentioned him, but she didn’t. He probably left after Cliff showed up. She looked for Cliff now, and he wasn’t on the piano anymore, then she noticed he was surrounded by a group of girls near the piano. That was about right. “Wes would never own anything as cool. Let’s go find it,” she agreed and headed toward the patio because that’s where she was sure everyone was smoking it.

“Don’t say thaaaaat,” Jackie replied in a sing-song voice. She looked around when Quinn did and saw Cliff with all the ladies. Now, Jackie was conflicted. Did she want to smoke or did she want to talk to some girls? It seemed to be Jackie’s life dilemma. She looked back at Quinn, who totally looked drunk to her. Jackie just couldn’t leave her like that. “You’re right. Wes is lame. Plus I’m pretty sure I got this suit at like a thrift store. So there’s that. Come on. Let’s go get some air. And some m-air-ijuana.. See? See what I did there?” She nodded before making her way toward the patio.

“The thrift store,” Quinn repeated and laughed. She had been in one, like, once in her life and the smell alone was horrifying. She raised an eyebrow at Jackie then started laughing again. She nodded. “Yeah… yeah, I see it… you did good.” Quinn reached out and patted Jackie on the arm, then led the way out onto the patio. It smelled like weed, that was for sure, and the people outside were broken off into smaller groups as they smoked up. She walked out more, looking for which crowd she wanted to join when suddenly she saw Wes approaching. She turned around completely to face Jackie. “He’s coming, go back, go back,” she said quickly, trying to keep her voice low.

Jackie gave Quinn a look of wide-eyed, slightly drunk confusion, as she took three steps back and turned on her heel. Quinn must have seen the creeper. So, Jackie did what made sense to her and started off toward Cliff for safe haven. She paused and turned to make sure Quinn was in tow and that the guy didn’t get his sketchy hooks in her.

Quinn was following after Jackie, wanting to not be too obvious that she felt like she was fleeing for her life. Then she felt an arm come around her shoulders and she could smell Wes’s cologne. She grimaced and stopped walking, and when Jackie turned to face her, Quinn mouthed ‘save yourself’ at her.

“Hey, where are you ladies going?” Wes asked. “Wouldn’t you like to join this patio party with me? We gotta get a pic, Quinn.” He fished in his pocket for his phone with his free hand.

Jackie watched Quinn and squinted, strolling back over to Wes and her friend. No one was going to be left behind on this mission. “Actually, she can’t. We’re a little busy right now. We were looking for Cliff, but I think I found him over by the piano. I guess he could come to the patio party with us. Should I call him over?” She held her hand out to Quinn to pull her closer and away from Wes.

Wes looked over into the apartment and towards the piano. Quinn held onto Jackie’s hand and broke free from Wes. She bumped into Jackie and stayed near her, not letting go of her hand. Wes put his attention back on Jackie.

“You can call him over if you’re into him, JP,” Wes told her. “We can couple off, you can have Cliff to yourself.”

“No, actually, we’re going,” Quinn spoke up and gave a tug to Jackie’s hand. “So we’ll have to see you… around, Wes.” She didn’t want to say she’d see him later because she had no plans to do that.

Once she had a grip on Quinn’s hand, it was easy for Jackie to simply reel her away from Wes, Especially since he was distracted by the idea of Cliff coming over. Jackie nearly stumbled when Quinn bumped into her, though. It wasn’t like she was bumped hard or anything. She was mostly just drunk. When Wes replied, Jackie was about to open her mouth to speak when Quinn said something first. That was probably better because Jackie could feel the overwhelming need to tell him off bubbling from the pit of her stomach. Instead, she just smiled, waved, and kept her composure as they walked away from Wes. He was becoming beyond annoying at this point. Jackie leaned over and spoke softly to Quinn. “I see what you mean....”

When they were finally back inside and Quinn was sure that Wes wasn’t following them, she let out a breath. She nodded and kept her words soft too. “Yeah, and he’s worse when he’s drunk.” She was glad that Cliff was there tonight. If he hadn’t been, Quinn probably would have already left with Jackie, not wanting to stay at any party Wes was at. She led them toward where Cliff was, still near the piano and surrounded by girls. As they approached, he shooed the girls away politely.

“You both look drunk,” Cliff said with a laugh then his expression changed to concern. “What happened?”

“Wes is here, that’s all,” Quinn told him, still holding Jackie’s hand for the time being.

“Where?” Cliff looked around. “Do I need to go remind him he’s a little prick?”

“No, no,” Quinn replied, not wanting Cliff to get into a fight. “Are we leaving soon?”

“Yeah, car should be here any minute,” Cliff answered and then looked to Jackie. He gave her a smile. “How you holding up, JP?”

Jackie held on to Quinn’s hand as they walked over to Cliff. She looked around when he mentioned how drunk she looked. There was no way that she looked as drunk as Quinn did, despite the fact that they drank the same stuff. A moment later, she was staring off into space before Cliff snapped her back to reality. “Me? I’m okay. I’m sad you sent all those girls away though. I could have gotten some numbers or something.” Her words started to slur a little bit. She was drunk and could definitely feel it now. “Can we go kick Wes in the nuts before we go?”

“Lucky for you, I was thinking of you and got you a number,” he replied with a smirk and fished the folded cocktail napkin with the number scrawled on it from his pocket. All of the numbers he had received were already stored in his phone, along with a picture of the girl. He held out the napkin to Jackie. “Someone mentioned threesomes, she commented, I asked her if she liked chicks, she said yeah, I said I knew a cool one and pointed you out, and she gave me your number.” He looked around. “She’s the blonde in the purple dress by the bar.”

Quinn’s eyebrows drew together as she frowned. “And what am I? Chopped liver? Where’s my number?”

“Sorry, sis, none of the girls seemed your type,” Cliff replied with a boyish smile on his face.

“Shut up,” Quinn replied and stepped forward to punch him in the arm. “No fair.”

“And we can go kick Wes in the nuts right now, if you’d like,” Cliff said with a laugh as he rubbed the spot where Quinn had punched.

Jackie looked over toward the bar and scanned for the blonde in the purple dress. She definitely approved. With a nod, Jackie took the number and stuffed it into the inside pocket on her suit jacket. “Have I told you lately that you’re my favorite Fabray? Don’t tell your sister though. She wouldn’t feed me earlier and now she’s trying to get into my pants.” Jackie glanced at Quinn, then back to Cliff. “I think we’ll save the nut kicking for another time. We only narrowly escaped his clutches this time to begin with. I do want tacos though.. And also weed… but maybe a burrito.” Jackie squinted and turned back to Quinn. “What is your type anyway?”

Quinn squeezed Jackie’s hand at her words as Cliff burst out into laughter again. He shook his finger at Quinn.

“Now, now, now, Quinnie, you know better when it comes to wooing women,” he said. “You must feed them first.” He laughed again and Quinn found it hard to try and keep a straight face since she wasn’t done pouting. “We’ll have to stop for food on the way, Jackie, because I gotta sober my sister up,” he added. His phone buzzed and he quickly answered it.

Quinn looked over at Jackie at her question. “My type? Hot women, obviously. And that’s no one here. Yours is like a six.” She glanced over at the girl at the bar. That was a lie and Quinn was being just a little bitchy at not having acquired a number. Her brother was supposed to be her wingman. But that girl was definitely an eight, at least, and Quinn would fuck her, given the chance. She looked back at Jackie, answering her more seriously. “Pretty women. Interesting women. Ones that seem a little different than others.” She paused then added. “Sometimes older women too… but not wrinkly ones.” She probably wouldn’t have said it if she wasn’t drunk right now. She didn’t often talk about her weird fetishes.

“Don’t worry, I’ll find you some hot young thing at the next party,” Cliff butted into the conversation and gave Quinn a look. “The car’s waiting so we should head down.” He began leading the way through the people and toward the door. Quinn kept her hand in Jackie’s still as she followed behind her brother.

Jackie looked over at the woman again and decided that Quinn was out of her mind if she thought that woman was a six. She didn’t even have beer goggles on or anything. Jackie wrinkled her nose and looked back to Quinn, deciding not to make a comment on her being a hater. Once her attention was back on Quinn, she listened and nodded from time to time taking it all in. “Ugh. I love older women. They’re my weakne--” Her attention snapped to Cliff as he told them the car was there. Jackie held on to Quinn’s hand as they left the party, nearly tripping over her own drunken feet as they made their way to the exit. She gave one last look to the bar toward the blonde in purple to try to make eye contact, but had no luck. Jackie was gonna call her eventually either way.

As Quinn followed her brother, she mostly tried to stay focused on her feet, and in the elevator, she knew Cliff was a little annoyed. She hadn’t meant to mention Thora, especially since it was a sore spot for him, but it sort of slipped out.

“This way, ladies,” Cliff said and led the way from the elevator, through the lobby then outside where a black SUV was waiting. A man standing outside opened the back door for them and Cliff helped them both inside before moving to sit up front in the passenger seat. The man closed their door and moved to get behind the wheel then started to drive.

“Four blocks ahead, I'm gonna need you to stop outside of this small Mexican place so I can get these girls some food,” Cliff told the driver who didn't say anything for a long moment before explaining that his instructions were to not stop and to not say anything either. Cliff handed him a hundred dollar bill then asked him again to stop, to which the man nodded without a word.

Quinn watched from the backseat and hoped that by the time they arrived at the other place, Cliff would be in a better mood. She thought this whole thing was cool, being picked up and taken to some secret location, and it would be a lot cooler if her brother didn't seem blah right now.

Being completely oblivious to it all, Jackie just held on to Quinn’s hand and tried not to look drunk. She only let go when it was time for them to climb into the black SUV to go to the other spot. This car was nice as hell and growing up as poor as she did, Jackie would have never dreamed that she’d have friends that were this rich. She squirmed a little and put her head on Quinn’s shoulder, closing her eyes. The motion of the car wasn’t helping her drunken state. She was only half listening to the conversation when she interjected with a semi-quiet, “I love small Mexicans.” She sat up and ran her palm over her face. Luckily, she didn’t have much makeup on. “Small Mexicans are the best.”

Quinn rested her head against Jackie's and closed her eyes for a moment but the car swayed too much so she opened them again. She lifted her head and started to laugh at Jackie's words, looking over at her. “What?” she asked and started to laugh harder.

Cliff turned in his seat and smirked at Jackie. “When I'm inside, want me to see if I can find you any?” he asked.

Jackie thought about it before shaking her head. “We don’t have any room for small Mexicans. Tell them I said Viva Mexico though! Unless there’s a girl in there, but she can only come if she’s muy caliente. Is that racist? I don’t wanna be racist. My bad for being racist.” She couldn’t stop her lips from moving no matter how hard she tried. Jackie definitely had a little diarrhea of the mouth going on. “Q… Q.. Q.. What would you rate me on a scale of 1-8?”

Cliff started to laugh again, which made Quinn happy because that meant he would be in a better mood.

“It's not racist, you're being cultural,” Cliff said. “Trying out the lingo of her people.” He smirked at Jackie and hopped out of the car when the man stopped outside of the Mexican place. “Be right back.” He closed the door and headed inside.

Quinn looked at the driver then back at Cliff heading inside and was glad her brother seemed to trust this guy because Quinn was a little weary. She looked over at Jackie, always a good distraction, as she spoke. Her eyebrows drew together. “Why is out of eight? Why isn't it out of ten?”

Jackie turned her entire body to face Quinn because the size of the SUV allowed her to easily maneuver her long limbs. “Because I like 8. 8 is great. If you wanna be noooormal, we can do 10 though.” She leaned on the back of the seat and looked past Quinn and out of the window. “What if Cliff really comes back with a small Mexican? I don’t know where we’d put her…”

“Well… on your scale, you’re an eight, but on a scale of ten, you’re a nine, I guess,” Quinn told her. She didn’t want Jackie to get an ego on her, but Quinn did think she was really hot, and she had a really great body. She looked at the way Jackie was sort of sprawled out and laughed. “Guess she can sit in your lap.”

Jackie looked at Quinn very seriously before laughing. “That’s what I was gonna say about you! We’re funny. I’d watch us on TV.” Leaning against the other door, Jackie sprawled out more. “She can sit on my lap. I have a nice lap. It’s kinda bony, but I expect her to have some cushion of her own. That’s a fact. Hey Mr. Driver Guy. Rate me on a scale of 1-8. Ready, set, go.”

Quinn cracked up laughing even more and shook her head. “I don’t know. You think somebody would give us a reality show?” She watched Jackie get more comfortable and hoped her brother would be back soon with food so Jackie could eat something. She shook her head. “You’re right. You’re crazy enough to get a reality show, that’s for sure.” She looked at the driver and smirked. “Me too. Rate me too.” He glanced back at them in the rearview mirror, but didn’t say anything.

“I think somebody would give us a reality show. I mean… they put me on the radio because I be making all the girls wet. TV is just the next step up. Plus, we’re better than the Kardashians.” Jackie sat up and sat normally on the seat, mostly because she had a real inability to sit still. She looked at the driver and pouted. “Why do you have to be so quiet? Driving quiet must be the most boring thing ever.”

“Jackie!” Quinn shrieked and started laughing again. “We can make all the girls wet on the reality show, too, I guess,” she added and started to laugh some more. She was definitely too drunk for all of this right now. She looked from Jackie to the driver. “Yeah, you must be bored,” Quinn agreed. “Are you going to the party?”

“Just hired to drive,” he said. “And not talking is part of the experience.” He looked toward the restaurant then shifted in his seat.

“We can make all the girls wet whenever. I don’t really care. What kind of reality show are we gonna have?” Jackie raked her fingers through her hair again and grinned. She was definitely showing out and decided to try and calm down just a little. This manifested itself as Jackie taking a couple of really deep breaths and mentally telling herself to chill. She looked to the driver and tried to will herself to be like him… except not boring and silent. “Okay, Mr. Driver Guy. You do you, boo boo.”

“I don’t know, but we’re cool enough to just have cameras follow us around,” Quinn told her and grinned then shook her head a little. She glanced at Jackie doing her… breathing, and then looked back at the driver as Jackie spoke to him. “Yeah, it’s cool. Thanks for stopping by the way.” It was cool of him that he did that. But then again, her brother did pay him. The driver didn’t say anything. Quinn looked to see her brother walking back to the car carrying a white takeout bag. He slid back into the car and the driver began driving again once he closed the door.

Jackie looked drunkenly at Quinn and nodded. “We’re past cool enough. We’re super cool enough. Who do we have to talk to to green light this project?” She didn’t notice Cliff until he was back in the car and they were driving away. “Cliff! Rate me on a scale from 1 to 8. Also, did you see any small Mexicans for me?”

“I’ll call in a favor,” Quinn said and laughed. There was no way in hell she’d actually do a reality show though. She licked her lips as she started to smell the food. It smelled amazing.

“A scale of one to eight?” he said and glanced back. “Eleven.” He smirked and then turned around to start pulling out wrapped up tacos from the bag. “There were plenty of small Mexicans, but none that were anywhere close to being in your league. And they were dudes.” He laughed and handed two tacos to Jackie, then two to Quinn. “I just got tacos. I hope that’s okay, JP.”

Jackie looked back at Quinn and gestured to Cliff in the front seat. “That… that’s how you get me out of these lovely suit pants. Give me food and tell me I’m pretty.” She grabbed the tacos and leaned back in the seat. “Gracias señor and I’ll pass on the small Mexican dudes. Also, tacos are perfect. I could just… eat tacos forever. Especially in the middle of the night. I usually don’t have so much of an audience to my late night taco eating so if you hear moaning don’t be alarmed…” Jackie nodded and unwrapped her first taco.

“Noted,” Quinn commented and began unwrapping her taco the moment she had it in her hands and started to eat it. She was really hungry and being drunk, it made the food taste even better than she was sure it was. She started to talk with her mouth full, unable to help herself. “Jackie, are you talking about tacos or…” She trailed off as she started to laugh and she had to stop herself so she could swallow the food in her mouth so she didn’t choke.

“Well, I’m glad I got you tacos,” Cliff called back to her and began to eat the taco he bought for himself.

Jackie looked at Quinn and wiggled her eyebrows before biting into her taco. “I plead the fifth and tacos are my favorite food group. I also have so many more jokes, but I’m gonna spare you my taco-vagina analogy and just eat because I am starving.” She took another bite of of her taco and also spoke with her mouth a little full. “I just want to go on record saying that I don’t normally bite when I eat tacos…”

“Yes, please spare me,” Quinn said with a roll of her eyes, but then she started smirking again because Jackie was funny. She finished her first taco and unwrapped the second one. She swallowed her mouthful and grinned. “I already know that,” Quinn commented to the last thing Jackie said.

Cliff sighed from the front and didn’t look back at them. “I’m going to pretend I can’t hear you two back there.”

“What? You don’t want to hear about me eating your sister’s taco? ...That’s fine. I wouldn’t want to hear about it either if I had a sibling. Luckily for me, I am an onlllyyy chillddd.” Jackie polished off the rest of her first taco by just dropping it into her mouth. As she chewed the first one, she started to unwrap the second.

“No, I really do not,” Cliff replied and a chuckle escaped his lips. He didn’t look back but finished his taco then turned the radio on. He really didn’t want to overhear anything else. He did not want to think of his sister like that.

Quinn started to laugh and looked over at Jackie. “You made Cliffie all uncomfortable,” she said softly and continued to laugh. Now that they were talking about sex, Quinn was thinking about sex with Jackie and she had to look away from her because it was kind of turning her on.

Jackie just grinned and bit into her second taco as the radio came on. She unwrapped it the rest of the way and nudged Quinn gently. “Hey Quinn… Quinn… Q.” Jackie looked at Quinn as she started drawing light circles with her tongue on the top of the wrapped taco. She’d had a lot of plans for tonight, but getting freaky with a taco definitely was not on that list. Stopping abruptly, she took another bite.

Quinn tried to ignore her, she really did, but then finally she looked over at Jackie, fixing her with a look. Then Jackie started doing that. Quinn clenched her jaw and tried not to make a face. She shook her head and rolled her eyes and had to look out the window because Jackie was really the worst, teasing her like that. She wondered if Jackie could tell what she was thinking. She finished the rest of her second taco and hoped that she would feel a little more sober soon because she really couldn’t handle this right now.

“Awwww, Q. You used to really like when I ate a taco.” Jackie finished the second one with a giant bite as well and shrugged. She put all of her taco wrappers together to make sure she picked up after herself whenever they got out to go party. Jackie slouched in her seat and idly looked out of the window at all the people they past as they drove. Her eyelids were a little heavy and she did what she could to not do the drunken drift to sleep. “You know what I just realized? We never got weed.”

“Yes. Used to,” Quinn agreed, but she couldn’t look at Jackie when she said it because she was worried Jackie would be able to see right through her. She crumpled up her wrappers and handed them to Cliff so he could put them back in the bag. She reached over to grab Jackie’s from her hand then gave them to Cliff too. She sat back and looked at Jackie. “We can get weed wherever it is we’re going, I’m sure. Or we can just wait ‘til we get back to my place.”

“Damn. Ice cold. Okay, Elsa.” Jackie laughed a little and ran her tongue over her bottom lip, watching as Quinn reached over and grabbed her taco wrappers. “Well thank you, m’lady. Also, I didn’t know I was going back to your place so I didn’t bring pajamas but we can wait til we get there because I don’t want to share weed with the whole party. Some people have really gross mouths.”

That made Quinn smile, she couldn’t help it. Damn that Jackie Puckerman. And damn being drunk because normally, Quinn wouldn’t be affected like this. “Oh, I just assumed you would be coming over and staying the night, but like… you can always wear one of my shirts to bed, you know.” She nodded. “Yeah, let’s smoke up at my place.”

“Oooh. So you want me to come over… aaaand wear your shirt to bed. I can get down with that.” Jackie nodded triumphantly. “I can’t wear the suit to bed though? I think it makes me look sexy. I wanna do something sexy like… rip it open and pop all the buttons off… on the shirt. Not the pants. I need that button for later.” She nodded again and looked out of the window.

“Yeah, but you’ll have to sleep on the couch,” Quinn told her, but just to mess with her because she fully planned to have Jackie sleep in her bed with her. She wanted to cuddle, at least, or just have her beside her. She looked at her. “You can wear the suit to bed if you want. You should do that, rip it open.” And now she was picturing it, Jackie ripping her shirt open… or Quinn ripping it open. She looked away again, she had to. “I bet it would be really sexy.”

Jackie rolled her eyes. “You’re not gonna make me sleep on the couch.” She looked back at Quinn and then down at her button up shirt. Clearly, she was considering it. “You think I should do it? I think I might do it. Nah. It wouldn’t feel right. I’d have to be stripping or giving a lap dance or something. You’re safe for now, little buttons.” Jackie ran her hand along her buttons before looking at Quinn. Grinning, Jackie inched her way over to Quinn until she was sitting almost  on her lap. She spoke softly. “You know… We could totally make out right now and no one would say anything. The driver is a mute and Cliff would act like it neeeeever happened.”

“You’ll see about that,” Quinn replied and then watched as Jackie deliberated about her shirt. She bit her bottom lip then released it slowly. “Yeah, guess you can strip later.” She smirked, then bit her lip again as Jackie moved closer to her, her smirk disappearing. She took in Jackie’s words, but she didn’t know what to say. If they were just in some cab or an uber, heading back to her own apartment, they’d have probably been making out already. But they weren’t alone. She looked over at Cliff, then at the driver, and she was debating this much too long, and Quinn prayed Jackie hadn’t been kidding because then it would be clear that Quinn actually wanted to do it. “I can’t do that in a car with my brother,” Quinn whispered back to her. “You. Are crazy.”

Jackie grinned before laughing a little. “Okay. You’re right. I’ll give you that. Maybe later when I rip my shirt off, but before we search for all the buttons in your apartment because I’ll probably have to sew them back on.” She sat back to give Quinn a little space to breathe before leaning in between the front seats. “Where is this party anyway? Narnia?” Jackie sat back and crossed her legs at her thighs. “Oh oh oh oh! Turn this up!” She started to rap along to the song. “I think I’d lie for you. I think I’d die for you. Jodeci cry for you. Do things when you want me to like controllaaaa. Controlla.” Drake was the perfect momentary distraction from her messing with Quinn.

“I'd just buy you a new one,” Quinn said and was glad when Jackie moved away because she felt like she couldn't breathe right when she had been sitting so close. She laughed at Jackie's words and looked at the driver, but he didn't comment. Cliff laughed as well and looked back at them, giving a shrug, a goofy expression on his face before he turned back around to turn the music up. Quinn watched Jackie as she started to sing along to the radio. She smirked. “You should just rap for a living,” Quinn told her.

Jackie pursed her lips and looked over at Quinn with a simple shake of her head. Her pride would never allow that to go down, even if it was just a shirt. She did laugh when Quinn said she she rap for a living and combed her hair out of her face. “I wish. Rappers don’t make any money. I make more money playing the music than they do making it. But let me show you something.” She pulled her phone out and tapped away until she pulled up a video. Jackie made the video full screen and handed Quinn her phone. “I don’t show this to everyone.”

“Yeah, but me and Cliff would pimp you out on social media and everyone would listen to you and then you'd be rollin’ in the dough,” Quinn told her, her words slurring slightly. She licked her lips and took Jackie's phone. Her jaw dropped and then an amused expression crossed over her face. “Oh. My God. How do I get this video? How do I make this mine? I love it. I love it all. Jackiiiiiiie.” She glanced over at her with a smirk.

“I love you guys, but any black rapper getting pimped out by white people will have zero street cred. I need the street cred to connect with the people. I would like to be rollin’ in the dough though.” Jackie leaned over and watched the video on her phone for a moment, shaking her head. “You don’t get this video. You cannot make this video yours. If you want, we can make a video, but it won’t be this.” She laughed a little and looked out of the window at the streets passing them by. Running her tongue over her bottom lip, she turned back to Quinn. “You also can never tell anyone. I do not want this to go viral.”

“Well, fine, then,” Quinn snapped back. “But we could find someone black to endorse you too.” Quinn looked over at her and pouted as she handed the phone back. “Why can’t I have a copy of the video? What if I wanna watch it again?” She wasn’t interested in making her own video, she liked the one Jackie had made. She made a cross over her heart with her finger. “Promise. I’ll never tell a soul. But you still have to show Cliff.”

Jackie squinted as she tried to process it all. Her thoughts were moving slower than usual for obvious reasons. “But the streets have to endorse me! The streeeeets!” She cracked up a little and bit her lip a little to keep it in when she saw Quinn pouting. “I hate when you do that! Stop it. Okay here. I’ll email it to you. I’m pretty sure it’s on YouTube too, I just don’t know where. I think it’s private.” Just like that, Jackie gave in. She was a sucker for the pout. After a few moments of tapping away on her phone, she looked back at Quinn. “You now know my deepest, darkest secret. I’ll show Cliff though. Can you imagine me being a recording artist though?! That would be wild.”

Quinn laughed as Jackie wailed about the streets. It was just too funny. Jackie was too funny. And she grinned when Jackie gave in. Quinn knew she could get Jackie wrapped around her finger sometimes if she played her cards right. “Yaaaaay,” Quinn said, pleased with herself. “I promise I won’t tell anyone or show it to anyone. I very extra promise. Maybe I’ll tell you my deepest, darkest secret tonight. But I can’t do it now.” She started shaking her head then lowered her voice. “Cliffy would get upset,” she whispered then started nodded. “I could imagine it. You’d probably be a ten, then.” She smirked.

“Okay. As long as you very extra promise, you can have it for as long as you need it.” Jackie lowered her voice in response to Quinn and leaned in her direction a little. “Okay. You can just tell me later. We don’t want Cliffy to get upset before he gets us into this super secret party in Narnia.” She nodded as she sat back, pausing for a moment to let Quinn’s words sink in. “That is what I’d need to be a 10?! This game is rigged. I’m calling shenanigans.”

“Yaaaaay,” Quinn said again. She nodded and started whispering again. “Yeah, we want to have fun in Narnia.” She burst into laughter at Jackie’s words and shook her head. “Sorry, that’s just how it goes! I don’t make the rules!” She continued to laugh, but it died down as the car stopped outside of what appeared to be an old abandoned factory, except there was one single light on by the door and one very large bouncer dressed in black outside of the door. Quinn felt a little apprehensive.

Cliff thanked the driver, who got out of the car and opened the back door for them. Quinn slid out first then made her way around the car to Cliff. Once they were all out, the driver drove away. Quinn stared at the warehouse and stepped closer to Jackie, taking her hand again. If Cliff wasn’t there, Quinn would have noped so hard out of this situation.

“You literally just made that rule!” Jackie’s protesting subsided as they pulled up to the old abandoned factory. She looked around before glancing at Quinn, trying to read her face. In what felt like no time, they were all out of the car and the quiet driver was gone into the night. She’d just finished adjusting her suit jacket and tie when she felt Quinn’s hand in hers. Okay, so she wasn’t the only one that got the creeps from this place. It was very Scooby Doo to her. “So.. uh.. This is it? Narnia is a lot darker than I imagined.”

Quinn laughed lightly at Jackie’s words, but her laughter subsided rather quickly because she was so uncertain about this. Cliff, however, didn’t seem phased at all and he started to approach the man outside the door.

“It’s not too bad,” Cliff assured them and continued leading the way.

The bouncer stopped them and looked each of them over before finally opening the door for them. It was dark inside, but Cliff went in anyway, and Quinn tugged Jackie along as they stepped into the factory. There was old equipment and machines, but it was kind of difficult to see since there were only three bulbs hanging at random spots from the ceiling, and they didn’t give off too much light. Quinn could hear the pounding beat of music coming from below, she guessed, as the floor seemed to be vibrating just enough that she felt it.

On the opposite side of the door was an open doorway with a single green light above it. Cliff headed toward the door and Quinn drew in a breath before following. She didn’t want to seem scared in front of her brother, but she was having a really bad case of the heebie jeebies right now. She squeezed Jackie’s hand.

The fact that Quinn was so nervous made Jackie a little more nervous. It was as if the energy was transferring through their hands. She gave a bouncer a soft smile as they walked in. All of the darkness wasn’t helping anything, but the thumping of the music somewhat put Jackie at ease. That and her belief that Cliff wouldn’t put them in any truly dangerous situations. When she felt the squeeze on her hand, Jackie looked over at Quinn and nudged her gently. She leaned in and spoke softly as they followed Cliff toward the door. “We’re gonna have fun in Narnia. Don’t forget that.”

Quinn smiled slightly at Jackie’s words and nodded. “Yeah…” she replied softly and gave another squeeze to Jackie’s hand before loosening her grip. The closer they got to the stairs, the louder the music seemed to be getting.

“You guys ready for some fun?” Cliff asked, glancing back at them as he reached the stairs.

“Yeah,” Quinn answered and peered down the open doorway and the flight of stairs.

Cliff headed down first, going swiftly down the first row of stairs to a landing, then down the rest of the stairs. There were flashing lights down there and Quinn let go of Jackie’s hand so she could hold onto the railing as she followed down the concrete steps. The basement was huge and the dance floor area was packed with people. There were strobe lights flashing and neon signs hanging as well as several disco balls which placed orbs of light in every direction. Quinn took a sweeping look around, trying to take it all in, but there was so much going on.

To the left was a bar that seemed to be a tree that was sawed in half, and it was a huge tree at that. They had kegs and tons of liquor, and the bartenders just kept putting plastic cups full of alcohol on the bar for the partygoers to take. Beyond that was a table with the biggest display of candy Quinn had ever seen in her life. Then the dance floor and DJ were in the middle and there were several platforms raised above the crowd and mostly women were dancing on them. Then to the right was large enclosed area with black lights where foam was being poured in from a machine There were lots of people in there, dancing and sliding around in the foam that glowed a bright green color from the black light.

Quinn looked over at Jackie and grinned. “Holy shit,” she said.

Jackie bounded down the stairs behind Cliff and Quinn and landed in pure sensory overload. She’d called this party Narnia as a joke, but now it felt real. She didn’t know where to go first. Jackie wanted to experience all of it. After a while, she realized that she was staring with her mouth open at everything in the room. It was an adult Disneyland… for adults. She looked at Quinn, but didn’t speak before looking at Cliff and finally closing her mouth. “Can I live here?”

Cliff laughed and slung his arm around Jackie’s shoulders. “Only if I can live here with you. Where do you guys wanna go first?”

“I don’t know,” Quinn said and laughed. She was still sort of in awe of this place and thought it was really the coolest thing she had done in a while and it totally beat out that last party they were out. She looked over at Jackie. “What do you wanna do, JP?”

“Of course you can live with me! That goes without saying. But I want to do everything and everybody right now.” Jackie was way too drunk for this. She took a deep breath. “Okay. I got it. Drinks, candy, then dancing. While dancing, find some hot girls and take said hot girls into the foam.” Jackie pointed to each individual attraction in the order she was naming them. She was essentially building her perfect night. “What do you guys think?” She leaned into Cliff and hooked her arm around Quinn as well to bring her in as well.

Quinn followed along to each thing Jackie said, looking at each spot and nodding along. She laughed as Jackie pulled her in closer. “I think that's a smashing idea!”

“I think so too,” Cliff agreed. “Especially about the hot girls and the foam. To the drinks!” He kept his arm around Jackie as he led the way toward the bar.

“I knew the hot girls and the foam would seal the deal.” Jackie kept her arm around Quinn as they all headed to the giant tree trunk bar in a train formation. The whole way there, Jackie was giving herself whiplash trying to take in everything that was going on. This was so much better than the last party. The best part? No creepy Wes stalking Quinn and being weird. Once they got to the bar Jackie looked to Quinn, but didn’t let her go. “You gonna foam with us, Q?”

“Yeah… I mean, I guess,” Quinn said. She wasn’t quite sure on how much she was going to enjoy being all wet after, but it did sound like fun, and she had never engaged with a foam party before, even if she had seen them from time to time.

“You have to,” Cliff told her and laughed. He released Jackie once they reached the bar and picked up three cups that weren’t beer. He passed them around and clinked his against Jackie’s and Quinn’s before downing it.

Quinn smiled as she received her drink and bumped hers against Jackie’s before she downed hers, following Cliff’s lead. The drink went down smooth and tasted sort of like butterscotch and cinnamon and other things Quinn couldn’t identify, but she wanted another one. She licked her lips and looked over at the table, debating if she should have one or get one later.

Jackie completed her cheers to both Fabrays before knocking back her drink as well. “Damn. That’s good. So much better than the roofie special. I want another one, but I don’t wanna be so drunk that I forget tonight. That’s such a con--con--conundrum for me right now.” She looked from Quinn to Cliff and back. “So you guys want another round too or what? Then Candy Mountain.”

“Oh, yeah, way better than the roofie special,” Quinn agreed with a laugh.

“The what?” Cliff asked, looking between them, confused.

“Never mind,” Quinn said and smirked at Jackie. She shook her head. “I’m not having one now ‘cause I wanna do the same. Remember this. And I’m already kinda drunk. And I want candy.” She looked over at the candy table. “I want candy now.”

“I’m gonna grab another, but I’ll meet you over there,” Cliff told them.

Jackie was more than happy to go get candy over booze because the candy just looked so amazing. She turned to Cliff. “Mind grabbing me one too, please? Then I’m gonna tap out on the alcohol and just ride this high.” Grinning, Jackie let go of Quinn, mostly to give her some space. She looked from the candy to Quinn. “Ready to go get us some cavities? I’m ready to go get some cavities!”

“You got it, JP,” Cliff told her and approached the bar again.

Quinn nodded at Jackie. “So ready. I haven’t really had candy in, like, a while.” She led the way to the huge table of candy. There was nostalgia type candies that Quinn remembered from her childhood, new candy she’d never seen before, and a ton of chocolate. She looked over everything, trying to decide what to have. She grinned as she saw some candy necklaces. She grabbed a couple and put them over Jackie’s head so they could hang around her neck. She put a few on herself and then grabbed a purple ring pop from a huge display of them. She slipped it on her finger and headed down the table to the man making cotton candy and took the cardboard cone when he offered the pink fluffed treat. She moved back toward Jackie. “This is the best!”

Jackie couldn’t help but grin when Quinn adorned her with the candy necklaces. She followed and grabbed a blue raspberry ring pop and put it on. “Quinn… Quinn… If you liked it, then you shoulda put a ring… pop on it.” Jackie waved her hands like the Single Ladies dance routine and turned to grab a Fruit By The Foot. Tearing off a long piece, she dropped it into her mouth. “Are we dead? Is this Heaven?” Jackie looked at Quinn’s cotton candy and took a piece, humming innocently.

Quinn looked over at Jackie and burst out laughing. “Well, shoot…” She stepped back over to the ring pop display and grabbed a green one. She set her cotton candy down and grabbed Jackie’s hand, sliding the ring on nonchalantly before grabbing her cotton candy again. “I think we’re in heaven. This place is the coolest. Like, I wish we’d just been here all night.” She handed her cotton candy to Jackie and grabbed a pack of Gushers, tearing it open. “I love these things!” She ate a couple and looked around at the space, completely content.

“Oh. So now you like it and wanna put a ring pop on it.” Jackie popped the green one into her mouth as well. “At least you picked my favorite. I agree though. I wish we would have just some here. Once we have our reality show, we’ll get our own invites to stuff like this.” She held Quinn’s cotton candy and ate more of her Fruit By The Foot. If she got sick tonight, it wouldn’t be from the alcohol. It would be from all the candy she was about to gorge herself on. “Can this be my birthday party?”

“Yeah, guess I like ya a little,” Quinn said and nodded. “Oh yeah, when we have a reality show, we’ll get to do lots of cool things just to have interesting episodes.” She reached forward to grab some cotton candy and ate it before eating some more gushers. “You want everything for your birthday or just the candy table?” she asked and started to laugh.

Cliff stepped up beside them and held out a cup toward Jackie. “For my second favorite girl,” he said with a smirk.

Jackie wiggled her eyebrows at Quinn’s admission. She didn’t take it too seriously. Most of their flirted tended to be light-hearted these days, except when Jackie was getting freaky with the taco. Quinn did not seem to be amused by that. “Oh I want everything. I want the bar, the candy, the girls dance, foam… all of it.” She turned to Cliff with a huge smile and a bit of a dilemma: her hands were full. Jackie crammed the rest of the Fruit By The Foot in her mouth and grabbed the drink from Cliff. “Gracias, gracias. We were just discussing how we’re gonna make this happen for my birthday.”

“I’ll make it happen,” Quinn assured her. “You’ll have the best party ever, especially ‘cause, you know, I’ll be there.” She grinned and then started to laugh. She was having such an amazing time right now. She finished the rest of her gushers, then gave a pack of them to Cliff. She had to be done eating candy for now because she didn’t want to get sick.

“That sounds like an awesome party, JP,” Cliff said. “I hope I’ll get an invite.” He grinned at her.

Jackie downed her drink and tossed her cup in the nearest trash can before working on the cotton candy she was holding. Grinning at Cliff, Jackie nodded. “Of course you’re invited. You get the first invitation!” She hooked her arm around Quinn’s neck again with that huge grin still plastered on her face. “It’ll be the best party ever because I know you don’t want to let me down because you like me a little. I have a ring to prove it. This ring pop is forever.” Jackie looked back to Cliff. “She went to Jared.”

“That’s right I get the first invite!” Cliff agreed with her and laughed.

“I would never let you down, Jackie,” Quinn said and nodded. She was so drunk right now and the room seemed to be moving a little. She leaned more heavily against Jackie. “I like you just enough. But I did go to Jared.” She started to laugh herself. “Let’s get on the dance floor. Then we can do the foam. I need to see what it’s like so I know when I throw you the best party of your entire life.” She grinned at Jackie. She was still incredibly close to her. Jackie was so pretty.

“We can’t go yet! Cliffy has to get his candy! Cliffy get your candy to go. We have dancing to do!” Jackie felt Quinn lean into her more, but she wasn’t sure if it was because of her or because of Quinn. “When we go to the dance floor, you have to keep an eye out for hot girls to foam with us. These hot girls also have to be at my birthday party.” She nodded and popped the blue ring pop into her mouth like a pacifier. “Shiiiit. I’m drunk. Are you drunk?”

“I’m going, I’m going,” Cliff said and began browsing up and down the table for which candy he wanted. He got a handful of jellybeans and started popping them in his mouth as he continued to scope out what he wanted.

“Why do I need to find a new hot girl when I already have one?” Quinn asked with a smirk then she sighed heavily and nodded. It was getting to be a bit difficult to function right now. “Oh yeah, hot girls for birthday party. Gotta find hot girls for that.” She looked at Jackie and nodded again. “Yeah. Drunk. I’m drunk. Yes, Jackie. We’ve made some wonderfully poor decisions tonight.” Her words were slightly slurred and a little hard to understand as they sort of ran together.

Jackie looked to Quinn and squinted, letting the words sink in once more. She ran her tongue over her bottom lip to keep herself from reading too much into it because she would totally just leave with Quinn right now. “Yeaaaah. But I’m only a nine. Who knows how many tens you can find.” Giving Quinn a slight wink, she moved the ring pop from one side of her mouth to the other and found herself laughing out loud. “We’ve made so many poor decisions today. It’s actually pretty fantastic.”

“I don't know, probably not many,” Quinn replied as she took a sweeping look around the room because it was easier for her to focus if she wasn't looking at Jackie. She glanced at the other girl and a smile formed on her lips. “We just better make sure we make better decisions later, like drinking water.” She looked over at Cliff to see that three really beautiful women were talking to him. Quinn looked back over at Jackie. “We might have to go dancing alone.”

Jackie looked over the party as well. Sure, there were a lot of pretty ladies but none that really tickled her fancy. She dropped her arm from around Quinn and smiled. “Water is for suckers. Are you a sucker, Quinnie?” Looking back toward the candy table, she saw Cliff with three of the hottest girls in the venue. “How does he do that?! I wish I knew how to do that. He just surrounds himself with beautiful women at the snap of his finger.” Jackie shook her head and turned back to Quinn. “Well. May I have these dances?”

Quinn laughed. “Sometimes I'm a sucker,” she answered and smiled. She was smiling and laughing so much, her sides and her cheeks were starting to hurt. She nodded, watching Cliff casually talk to these girls. “I know, he's a pro.” Honestly Cliff had been doing it pretty much his entire life and he was pretty popular in the social scene. People either knew him, knew of him, or were drawn to him. She looked back over at Jackie and nodded. “You may,” she said and took Jackie's hand so she could lead her out on the dance floor.

“It's okay. You can be a sucker if you want. I'll give you a pass this time.” Jackie held on to Quinn’s hand and they moved toward the dance floor. She couldn't remember the last time she’d danced at a party, but in reality Jackie was an amazing dancer. She considered it to be one of her more hidden talents. Tossing the ring pop base into trash, she started working in her second one as they stepped onto the floor. Grinning, Jackie started with a basic two-step of the beat of the song. She even loosened her black tie a little.

“Thank you,” Quinn said kindly and smirked. She gave a squeeze to Jackie's hand, excited to get onto the dance floor. Quinn was still wearing her own ring pop but she hasn't ate any of it yet. She didn't want to get any part of her sticky from it. She followed Jackie's lead as she started to dance. Quinn wasn't a great dancer but she thought she was pretty good, especially when she was drunk. She placed her hands on Jackie's hips and drew her in a little closer.

Jackie grinned as she and Quinn got down on the dance floor. She worked her way in as Quinn held on to her hips. Obviously, she was having the time of her life. Those couple of drinks seemed to kick her drunkenness into overdrive, so she wasn't as coordinated as she usually was. That didn't stop her from swaying her way dangerously close to Quinn’s form.

There was a good amount of people on the dance floor and they were mostly surrounded. The music was loud and Quinn could feel the bass as she danced. It was incredibly fun and she had a feeling that the foam part would be even better. Sometimes she couldn’t believe that places like this existed. She was just lucky enough to get on VIP lists, or that Cliff did anyway. Quinn was bumped into, but she didn’t care because she was drunk. It just gave her more reason to press against Jackie and stay closer to her as they danced.

None of this felt real. Jackie was beyond drunk, at the best party of her life, eating candy and dancing with one of her closest friends. It had to be a dream. She felt when Quinn got bumped because it brought them even closer than they already were. Feeling Quinn dance against her was doing something to her that she couldn’t describe. Jackie wanted her badly and it was only getting worse. Leaning over as they moved to the beat, she spoke into Quinn’s ear. “I want to eat your candy necklaces!” She was loud enough to be heard, but not loud enough to be obnoxious, she thought.

Quinn was so happy to be here, here with Cliff, here with Jackie, here with all of these people in this room. She loved them all. Or she was just that drunk. Her hands slid to Jackie's lower back as she closed the distance even more and her body was pressed against Jackie's. She licked her lips and nodded. “Go ahead. Then I'll eat on yours,” she replied and laughed.

The ‘This is a bad idea’ beacon was blaring in Jackie’s head right now, but she was too drunk to care. This whole party was about living in the moment or something. She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Quinn’s neck before biting one of the candy rings off of the thin rope. Pulling back, she chewed the sweet and laughed. “Those are a lot better than I remember!”

Quinn felt arousal stir the moment Jackie had her lips on Quinn's neck. She licked her lips then let out a slow breath. “Lemme try yours,” Quinn said and tilted her head. Her tongue darted out against Jackie's neck and she licked her skin slowly before pulling the candy necklace into her mouth with her tongue. She bit two pieces off before releasing the necklace and chewed them slowly. “Yeah, much better than I remember too,” she agreed, speaking in a husky tone near Jackie's ear.

Jackie inhaled slowly as she felt a tingle run up her back. Quinn wasn’t playing with fire... because she was the fire. She’d expected some type of tit for tat for the kissing stunt, but feeling Quinn’s tongue against her neck definitely brought back pleasant memories. Licking her lips, Jackie hummed softly in response to Quinn’s statement before chuckling. She grinned widely as she got close to Quinn’s ear again. “Since we’re on a poor decision roll, how about we make a few more?”

Quinn laughed and licked her lips. She knew they shouldn't be doing this, but then… what was the problem with it? It wasn't hurting anyone. She nodded slightly. “They're good poor decisions.” She chuckled softly then leaned in again, to Jackie's neck, and sucked a candy necklace into her mouth then sucked at Jackie's neck.

Gripping Quinn’s hips, Jackie felt her knees buckle ever so slightly. Was it Quinn or the booze? Who could tell at this point. If this was a dream though, she never wanted to wake up. Jackie cleared her throat a little as Quinn sucked at her neck. “Can we.. uh.. go some place that’s not the middle of this dance floor in the middle of all these people? I want to keep my good poor decisions out of public view.”

Nodding, Quinn pulled away a little. She licked her lips and looked around. “Where?” she asked. But maybe they should wait. Was there anywhere to go? And she didn't want to make out in a bathroom or anything.

Jackie looked around as she held Quinn close. She didn’t immediately see any place that they could go and it bummed her out. Now was the time to get creative. “Uhhh. What about.. the stairs? No one is hanging out there that I remember unless that’s where the party moved.”

“Oh yeah!” Quinn said and nodded. She let go of Jackie, but took her hand. “Or even upstairs, in the creepy area,” she added and then started to lead Jackie through the people on the dance floor. She chewed her bottom lip, eager to be alone with Jackie.

“Maybe not in the creepy area. People in compromising positions always get serial murdered.” Jackie held on to Quinn’s hand as the pushed through the sea of dancing bodies. She looked around still taking the party in before focusing her attention on Quinn. She was so hot. Why did they stop hooking up again? “I think the stairs are perfect. Plus, no one will be able to hear us.”

“Oh my God, how awful would it be to get killed while you're getting macked on?” Quinn said and then laughed. That would be terrible and she was glad she wasn't actually in a horror movie. “That's good,” she commented. “‘Cause I'm gonna make you scream, JP.” She smirked, it was such a line, but Quinn had no filter right now.

“Are we going to the foam?”

Quinn looked over to the sound of the voice. They had just made it out of all the people and there was Cliff, still with those same girls. She was getting cockblocked by her fucking brother. She looked at Jackie, completely at a loss for words right as it seemed her brain stopped working as she tried to think of something to say or an excuse to make.

Jackie grinned as she held on to Quinn. “It would be the absolute worst, but also, what a way to go, am I right?” She laughed a little. Quinn commenting on making her scream though took Jackie all the way to 10. Her thoughts were filled with nothing but lust until Cliff broke up the party. She looked at him like a deer in headlights before looking to Quinn. After a few moments, Jackie finally found her voice. “We… uh… yeah. We can go to the foam, but we, uh, need to go to the ladies’ room first. We’ve been drinking all night. You know how that goes.” Jackie looked at Quinn again then looked at the three girls with Cliff. Suddenly, they didn’t seem as hot.

“Yeah, bathroom, we're going to go find it,” Quinn said and nodded. “You go on ahead and we'll find you in there.”

“Okay,” Cliff agreed easily and Quinn was relieved he didn't make any jokes or comments. “See you in there. You'll find me with these three lovely ladies.”

Quinn nodded again because she couldn't stop nodding, it seemed. She watched Cliff walk away then tugged on Jackie's hand as she pulled her over to the stairs. She led her up the first flight, past the landing and then sat on the steps of the next flight. She licked her lips and tugged Jackie down into her lap. She didn't quite know how they were going to do this, but she needed to kiss her, and that's exactly what she did.

Jackie gave Cliff a slight wave as he walked off with the girls toward the foam. No sooner than she’d dropped her hand, Quinn had yanked her toward the stairs. Jackie had absolutely no complaints though. She followed Quinn up the steps and sat down in her lap. They’d have to figure out the logistics of this seating later, but for now, Jackie returned Quinn’s kiss passionately. She placed her hand on one of the steps behind them to give her something to hold on to.

Quinn was drunk so her kisses were sloppier than they normally would have been, but she was sure Jackie didn’t mind. She licked her way into Jackie’s mouth and slid her tongue against the other girl’s. She groaned softly and, after making sure Jackie was balanced, started fumbling with the buttons on her suit jacket, unbuttoning them before pushing her jacket back so she could get access to all that was beneath it.

Honestly, Jackie didn’t notice that Quinn’s kisses were sloppier because it’d been too long and also she was drunk. She wasted no time pulling off her suit jacket and loosening her tie almost to the point of removing it. Jackie kissed Quinn for a little while longer before pulling away and panting a little. “Wait. Let’s switch. And straddle me.” She lifted herself off of Quinn’s lap, more leaning on the rail than standing up.

Quinn’s gaze raked over her body and she let out a breath. Jackie had a killer body and Quinn really wanted to see her naked again, but of course, that couldn’t happen here. She wanted to do so many things to Jackie’s body right now, but the alcohol was clouding her mind, and when Jackie spoke, Quinn found herself nodding. She stood and waited for Jackie to sit before she could straddle her.

Jackie sat on the stair before immediately popping up and spreading her jacket out on the step before sitting again. “Gotta keep your knees safe.” She laughed a little and pat her thighs. “Get that ass over here, girl.” You couldn’t wipe the giant cheesy grin off of her face. “Oooh. And I can pop all my buttons. I think it’s time…”

“Oooooh,” Quinn said as Jackie laid her jacket down. She grinned at Jackie and then settled down in her lap. She kissed along Jackie’s jaw and spoke near her ear softly. “I know how much you love my ass.” She laughed as she pulled back and nodded. “Yeah. Pop those buttons off.”

“Your ass and everything else.” Jackie exhaled slowly as she felt the kisses trailing along her jaw. When Quinn pulled back, Jackie pretended as if she was going to pull the shirt open before shaking her head and just unbuttoning it as quickly as she could. “Might need those buttons when we go back into the party. I’d have a lot of explaining to do.” She ran her tongue over her bottom lip and ran her newly freed hands up Quinn’s thighs, pushing up the bottom of her dress slowly.

Quinn groaned at Jackie’s words and then stared at Jackie’s chest when Quinn thought she was going to pull her shirt open, but then she laughed and nodded. “Oh, yeah, can you imagine trying to think of a story of what happened on the way to the bathroom…?” She reached forward when Jackie’s shirt was unbuttoned and pushed her shirt open because she wanted a view of the girls. She leaned in to kiss Jackie’s breasts over the cups of her bra.

Jackie moaned softly as Quinn landed the kisses on her breasts. She took a moment to be grateful that she put on a cute bra over the sports bra she was originally going to go with. Once she felt she’d pushed the dress up just the right amount, her hands slid up the back of Quinn’s thighs. Of course, they made a long detour as Jackie grabbed a firm grip on Quinn’s ass cheeks before wrapping an arm around her to make sure she was stable. Making use of her free hand, Jackie wedged it between their bodies. She wasted no time slowly dragging her middle finger along the seat of Q’s panties.

The fact that they were in public, made this all the more hotter, and Quinn was kind of glad she was drunk for it too because if not, she probably would have thought the stairs were a little too out in the open. She licked at Jackie’s skin then sucked hard enough to mark her there as she felt Jackie grab her ass. Quinn whimpered and sucked a bit harder before she lapped at the slightly raised spot. She panted a breath out as she felt Jackie’s finger and she lifted her head to meet her eye. She was so incredibly turned on right now, Jackie could probably feel her wetness through her panties.

Jackie groaned out when Quinn sucked hard enough on her flesh to leave a mark. She loved that type of stuff and Quinn knew it. Luckily for Jackie, it’s not like she’d have to explain it to anyone. That was the best part. The first thing Jackie noticed as she ran her finger along Quinn’s panties was how wet she was. It made Jackie even more wet herself. “I didn’t know I could still make you this wet, Q. Is this all the time or just today?” Jackie’s finger reached Quinn’s clit just in time for her to finish her question. So, she started to rub small, slow circles against it through the fabric.

Quinn looked away at the question, but then gasped softly when Jackie touched her clit. She moaned and leaned in to pepper kisses along Jackie’s chest before she drew back a bit to finally answer the question. “Today. Sometimes once in a while… but mostly today, I dunno, just want you...” Jackie’s touch felt so good. Quinn ducked her head, placing her face near Jackie’s neck where she licked and nipped and kissed slowly.

“That answer works for me. Today’s as good a day as any.” Jackie chuckled as she moved Quinn’s panties to the side. She relished in their skin to skin contact and Quinn was even wetter than she initially thought. Mimicking the actions she just did on top of Quinn’s underwear without the fabric in the way, she finally eased her long, slender finger inside of Quinn’s walls. All she wanted in the world right now was to hear Quinn moaning her name. She wanted that even more than the foam and candy, which were recently added to the list of her favorite things. Jackie pumped her finger painfully slow before gently introducing a second finger into the mix. “You know, you can always call me on the sometimes once in a whiles as well.” She spoke softly as her fingers did their thing.

Quinn laughed lightly as well, but her laughter subsided as soon as she felt Jackie’s finger without her panties serving as a barrier between them. She panted out a few breaths before her breath hitched when Jackie slid a finger inside her. She whimpered and dropped her forehead to Jackie’s shoulder. Her eyes slipped closed and a moan escaped when Jackie added a second finger. She lifted her head and spoke softly. “Yeah… Yeah, I might…” Because Jackie was so good at this and sometimes it was nice to be with someone familiar. She gave a lazy kiss to Jackie’s jaw, then her chin before she kissed her hard, her tongue slipping into Jackie’s mouth.

Jackie nodded to Quinn’s statement, mostly taking it with a grain of salt. They’d agreed to just be friends for a reason, except for nights like tonight. This was most certainly an exception because for some reason, Jackie just couldn’t keep her mind off of fucking Quinn. She leaned in a little to return the kiss and massage Quinn’s tongue with her own while her fingers picked up some speed and force. Everyone once in a while, her thumb would lightly bat against Quinn’s clit.

Quinn kissed Jackie until she needed to get a breath. She broke from their kiss and breathed in, her chest rising and falling quickly. She didn’t know that getting fucked in a stairwell with her clothes on would be so hot, but Quinn’s walls were tightening around Jackie’s fingers and she could feel her orgasm building every time Jackie’s thumb would move across her clit. “Jesus, fuck, Jackie,” Quinn breathed and then groaned. Her muscles were starting to tighten. “Jackie, Jackie, fuck…”

Once Jackie felt Quinn tighten around her fingers, she knew what time it was. Her fingers did less work while her thumb got better acquainted with Quinn’s swollen clit and hearing the way Quinn moaned her name just fueled her further. She used her other arm to make sure that she had a firm grip in the other woman. They were on the stairs after all. “It’s killing me that I can’t taste you right now. You still gotta cum for me though. I’ve been waiting all night for it. Ever since that taco.” Jackie was too drunk to shut up.

Quinn wrapped her arms around Jackie’s neck and leaned in closer to her. She licked her lips and pecked Jackie’s lips before whimpering. She was getting so close and then Jackie was saying all of those things. She moaned softly as her walls started to clench. “I’m gonna come for you. I wanted you then too, in the car… Jackie, so good, you’re so fucking… fuck…” Her words left her as she got even closer. “Jackie…” Quinn cried out then buried her face in the crook of Jackie’s neck as she moaned, her body trembling as her orgasm coursed through her.

The feeling of Quinn trembling against her was indescribable. Jackie felt like she’d won the ultimate prize of the night. She quickly concluded that this might have been the best night of her life so far. Her fingers moved slowly until Quinn came down from her climax. Jackie immediately popped the fingers inside of her mouth and sucked them clean. “So much better than candy necklaces.” She chuckled softly as she kept her firm grip on Quinn.

Trying to catch her breath, Quinn leaned more heavily against Jackie once her orgasm was through. She needed a moment to gain her composure. That had felt so good and it was just what she needed. In her drunken state, she was trying to remember why she thought remaining friends only with Jackie was the best decision because the sex was always awesome. She pulled back a little and watched Jackie suck her fingers. She groaned slightly then laughed, nodding. “Yeah, I bet.” She smirked. “I wanna fuck you so good, Jackie.” She leaned in to kiss her and slid hand between them so she could pop open the button on Jackie’s pants. She wasn’t sure if they were seated correctly, or this could work. She needed a flat surface really, or a bed, and she really wished she could get Jackie naked.

Jackie licked her lips a little, still tasting Quinn on them. All she wanted in the world was for Quinn to fuck her on these steps, but she just wasn’t sure how. She lifted her head a little to return Quinn’s kiss as she undid her pants. Jackie pulled away slowly. “Wait. Can we raincheck this until we get back to your place and I can get these pants off and rip this shirt open for real? Also, I really wanna see your tits and this dress, while very very cute, won’t let me do that.”

Quinn took this little break to breathe as she listened to Jackie. She licked her lips and thought over the predicament. “Are you sure? I mean… I can get you off quick and then we can still… continue this later.” It wasn’t fair that Jackie did all that work and had no pay off. “Do you want to leave?” She was pretty sure she could leave right now. Of course, she hadn’t much of clue on how to do that, but she’d ask Cliff or something. But they also hadn’t gone into the foam.

“I’m sure, as long as you promise that I get double later. Yes, double. It’s interest.” Jackie wrapped her other arm around Quinn and linked her hands on the other woman’s lower back. “We can’t leave yet. We have to foam and eat more candy, but after that? Definitely. You already got me all out of my shirt and stuff.” She glanced down at her bare midsection before looking back up at Quinn. “Oh. And we’ve been in the bathroom forever.” Jackie broke into a wide grin, but actually didn’t make any effort to move. She kind of liked sitting with Quinn like this.

“You can have double,” Quinn said with a smirk. “Maybe even triple. I’m glad you’re fine with waiting because I wanna go down on you so bad.” It was actually killing her just a little that she couldn’t do it right now. She whined slightly as Jackie mentioned all the things they still had to do, but she did want to do them. She wanted to check out the foam and she did want to get another drink before they left as well. She reached out and lightly ran her fingers over Jackie’s abs before lifting them to gently touch the bruise she had left on her skin. She looked up at Jackie and started to laugh. “Yeah, we have and I’m actually gonna have to go to the bathroom soon. But, let’s go get foamed. And candy and a drink and a pee and then I get to make you mine.”

“Triple? Triple’s good. And I wanna go down on you too which is why I am more than happy to wait.” Jackie’s abs flexed a little under Quinn’s light touch. She couldn’t help it. After a few more moments had passed, she finally released her hold on Quinn. “Here. Hold this for me for a sec.” Jackie pulled off her loosened tie and put it around Quinn’s neck. Listening to the plan as she buttoned up her shirt, Jackie nodded. “I like that. But if we’re gonna pee last, shouldn’t we just pee at your place? Oh nevermind. It’ll be the longest ride ever. We should just go do that now then do the other stuff then you get to make me yours for as long as you want.”

Quinn smiled at her. “We are going to have so much fun later…” She bit her bottom lip to hide her smile when Jackie placed her tie over Quinn’s head and around her neck. She really liked that and she was trying not to grin like an idiot right now. She reached out and helped straighten Jackie’s shirt and her suit jacket. “Yeah, let’s pee now then we’ll foam then… candy and drinking… and then fucking. Lots of fucking.” Now, she grinned, and she leaned forward to peck Jackie’s lips.

“Have I told you that this is the best night of my life? I know I thought it, but I feel the need to totally say it out loud.” Jackie grinned widely as Quinn helped to make her presentable again. “I can’t wait for the last part. That sounds like the best part out of all the parts.” She combed her fingers through her hair and tousled it gently. “How do I look?”

“I feel like this is your birthday,” Quinn replied with a laugh. She nodded and her tongue slid over her bottom lip. “I can't wait for that last part either.” She was a lot less horny now which was making her feel like she could actually make it until getting home for more. She smiled when Jackie asked how she looked. “Sexy,” Quinn answered, pecked Jackie's lips once more then carefully got off of her. Her legs felt a little shaky so she was going to have to be careful walking back down.

“I feel like it’s my birthday too. I might change my birthday to today.” Jackie sat on the step and watched as Quinn slowly started to make her way down the stairs back toward the party. “Hate to see you leave, but love to see you walk away.” She laughed and sat a few more seconds before standing up, buttoning her pants, and making the final adjustments to her outfit. Jackie grinned and started down the stairs after Quinn and met her at the door at the bottom. “Do you actually know where the bathroom is? Because I have no clue…”

“You should,” Quinn agreed. “Or maybe we should just throw you several birthdays a year because I’ve very much enjoyed tonight too.” She smirked and then glanced back at Jackie as she headed down the stairs. “You are a dork,” she said and then laughed. She waited for Jackie at the bottom and shook her head in response to her question. “No. But hopefully we’ll find it quick so we don’t run into Cliff just yet…” Because then they wouldn’t be able to go to the bathroom at all and Quinn was really starting to feel like she had to go. “And it can’t be upstairs because we would have been discovered for sure.”

She took Jackie’s hand and led the way back inside, but stopped a few steps in to survey the area. Past the foam pit area, a few girls, covered in foam, were half running away and toward a dark doorway where a purple neon sign was hanging, some words on it that appeared to be jibberish to Quinn. The girls went inside and another two girls came out. Beside that doorway was another with a green sign above it with different words, but also unreadable. She nodded in that direction. “I think over there,” she said.

Jackie interlocked her fingers with Quinn’s as they stopped and looked around. When Quinn pointed out the dark doorway, she nodded. “That’s probably it. Or it’s where people are really hooking up and we did it on the stairs because we didn’t know.” She eased behind Q and placed a soft kiss on her shoulder. “Okay. Let’s go see.” Holding onto Quinn’s hand, Jackie lead the way toward the dark doorway and jibberish signs, honing in on the one that looked like most of the women were using. The closer they got, the more she realized that she actually has to use the restroom.

“Oh my god, what if it was a place where people were hooking up,” Quinn replied. “I'd feel a little dumb. But then I suppose we could continue…” She smiled and nodded and let Jackie lead the way to the doorway. She liked when Jackie took charge sometimes. When they entered inside, there were a lot of drunk girls in there, talking and laughing near the sinks and mirrors. Across from them was a row of at least a dozen stalls. “Sweet,” Quinn said because it didn't look like they would have to wait.

Jackie laughed a little because she’d probably feel dumb too. There was a bit of disappointment though when she walked in and it was only a bathroom. “Okay. So don’t leave without me when you’re done.” She figured Quinn wasn’t going to abandon her in there, but her level of intoxication meant that everything pretty much needed to be spelled out for her. Letting go of Quinn’s hand, Jackie ducked into a stall to take care of her business.

“I won’t, I promise,” Quinn told her and was sad to have to let go of Jackie’s hand, but it was necessary. She found an empty stall and did her business, which only made her realize how drunk she was. After she emerged, she washed her hands and fixed her hair as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. Then she dried her hands off and waited near the door for Jackie.

After a few minutes, Jackie stumbled out of the stall laughing to herself. She was still definitely wasted. Stumbling her way to the sink, Jackie stood up and shook it off before washing her hands and drying them. When she looked toward the door and saw Quinn waiting, she couldn’t help but smile. Jackie moved in closer and extended to hand to the other woman. “Okay. Let’s go foam it up so I can make you wet all over again.”

When Jackie grinned, Quinn couldn’t help but to grin back at her. She nodded and easily slipped her hand into Jackie’s and entwined their fingers. She squealed at Jackie’s words and glanced around, wanting to make sure no one overhead that before she burst out laughing and tugged Jackie from the bathroom. “Come on.” She pulled Jackie along to the entrance to the foam area. There was a couple of squishy walls on the inside, a little like a maze, but mostly, it was open. Quinn stepped into the foam first and was pleasantly surprised that it was warm. She was so worried it was going to be cold. She was also pretty sure the fluorescent foam would ruin her dress, but she didn’t care. She could buy another. She continued to hold Jackie’s hand because the foam covered them completely and almost came up to Quinn’s neck. She swatted at it, to keep it from coming too close to her face. “This is cool,” she shouted toward Jackie, speaking over the loud music that was still playing.

Since Jackie was a little taller, the foam came mostly up to her chest. She took a few scoops out of Quinn’s direction and looked around. “This is insane. This definitely has to be part of my birthday party.” Jackie picked up handfuls of foam and stacked them over her breasts and turned to Quinn again. “Look. I got a boob job.” It wasn’t too much longer after that that Jackie realized that the foam was water based because as it dissipated, it left giant wet spots wherever it was.

“So far,” Quinn corrected. “Because there is more in store for your birthday party…” She felt kind of bad that Jackie hadn’t gotten off and she wondered, for a brief moment, if she could make that happen in the foam. There were people playing and dancing. She could dance with Jackie, let her hand wander… But then Jackie was distracting her with her boob job and Quinn started to laugh. “Your tits disappeared!” she said and cracked up even more.

Jackie just shook her head and sighed dramatically. “I’m destined to have little boobs forever!” She shrugged, obviously not being too broken up about it. Now that she no longer had to go to the bathroom and had gotten to spend a little alone time with Quinn, all she wanted to do was dance. Looking around, she didn’t see Cliff anywhere, so she pulled Quinn in nice and close as she started to dance. “Oh? What else is in store for my new birthday?”

“Yeah, but I like your boobs,” Quinn told her once her laughter died down and she reached forward and openly palmed one for good measure before grinning. When Jackie pulled Quinn in, she pressed her body into the other girl’s and glanced around. They were definitely surrounded by foam, enough so that no one would really be able to see if she tried to get frisky with Jackie, so she did. She slipped her hand between them, and fumbled with the button on Jackie’s pants before she slid her hand down Jackie’s pants and pressed her hand against Jackie’s panties. “Something like this,” she answered in a husky tone because now she was turned on again.

Jackie bit her bottom lip when Quinn palmed her breast. The duo definitely had some unfinished business and she secretly hoped that they could get away with doing something right now. It didn’t seem too likely to her until she felt Quinn unbutton her pants and ease her hand inside. Instantly, all of her prayers were answered because, somehow, Quinn had managed to become a mind reader. Her eyes went dark with desire as her tongue smoothed over where her teeth had just been. She made eye contact with Quinn, not really having anywhere else to look due to all the foam. “Best birthday ever.”

Quinn smiled at her and nodded. She was so drunk and this was such a good time. Quinn was glad she had brought Jackie out with her tonight. She slid her hand back up then slipped it underneath Jackie’s panties and down through her folds. She groaned softly because Jackie was so warm and she missed touching her. Her fingers found Jackie’s clit and she pressed in a little closer and rubbed her clit in slow circles. “You can lean on me, if you need,” Quinn told her, speaking a little quieter.

Letting off a stuttered breath as Quinn initially pulled her finger through her folds, Jackie gripped Q’s shoulder. Her hand felt amazing. Admittedly, it’d been a bit of a dry spell for Jackie, which could happen if you worked nights like she did. The fact that they were doing this in the middle of a crowd of people turned Jackie on even more and she was sure that Quinn felt all of her wetness, none of which came from the foam. As Quinn started to run the small circles on her clit, Jackie moaned softly and immediately buried her face in Quinn neck to stifle the sounds. It wasn’t like she’d be heard over the music, but Jackie wasn’t exactly the most quiet either.

Hearing and feeling Jackie moan against her shoulder had Quinn groaning again. She slipped her free arm around Jackie to keep her close. Her fingers dipped low to gather wetness and Quinn teased Jackie’s entrance before sliding her fingers back up to rub her clit. They were surrounded by people and Cliff could come find them at any moment, so Quinn knew she couldn’t exactly take her time. She’d make up for that later. She continued to rub Jackie’s clit at a steady pace. She was very much looking forward to making her come.

Jackie exhaled her warm breath onto Quinn’s neck as she worked on her clit. “That feels… so good. Faster. Please go faster.” She was already well into chasing the high the came with her orgasm. Also, Cliff was a master cock block and could pop up with those girls at any point.

Jackie’s breath on her was making Quinn wet again. She hummed softly to try and keep herself from groaning once again. She licked her lips and nodded, her fingers moving faster on Jackie’s clit. “Wanna hear you come,” Quinn spoke near Jackie’s ear.

Quinn was at the perfect speed and spot for Jackie. It wasn't like Quinn was unfamiliar with her body, but Jackie was sure this was the fastest she was ever going to cum in her life. The hand on Quinn’s shoulder gripped a little tighter as Jackie did her best to stay upright. She started to clench, even if Quinn couldn't really feel it, and spoke into her neck. “Oh fuck. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna--” Jackie's entire body tensed as her orgasm ran through her.

Though the angle wasn’t the best, Quinn managed to maintain the speed of her fingers. There was no way she was going to slow down or stop, especially since she knew Jackie had to be close by the way she was breathing. As Jackie gripped her shoulder, Quinn held her a little tighter, wanting to make sure she stayed standing. She could support the both of them, at least for a few moments, and Quinn groaned softly near Jackie’s ear, her fingers still moving, as Jackie came.

Jackie held on tightly to Quinn as she climaxed. Hearing Quinn groan in her ear was going to get her there all over again. Once she started to pull herself together, she peppered soft kisses along Quinn's neck and jaw. At that point, she didn't care who saw them. “I think we should go. It's time for us to go.”

Once Jackie seemed spent, Quinn slipped her fingers out from her panties and sucked them clean. She groaned again because she really wanted to go down on Jackie now. She licked her lips and swallowed hard, nodding. “Yeah, we'll find Cliff. We'll go.” She slid her hands up and down Jackie's arms. “You good?” She looked at her.

Looking down into nothing but white foam like she had x-ray vision, Jackie took a moment to button her pants up again. She looked up at Quinn with the biggest smile on her face. “Good? I’m great. I just wanna get back to your place and get out of these wet clothes and maybe into some trouble.” She laughed a little and pushed her hair out of her face. The moisture in the air caused her once straight hair to revert to its naturally curly state. “Wait. Before we find Cliff.” Jackie ducked her head in to press a long passionate kiss to Quinn’s lips. “To hold us over.” She chuckled softly. “Let’s see if we can find Loverboy.”

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I want too,” Quinn told her. She was worried once they were out of the foam that she’d be cold. She was about to start walking when Jackie stopped her and Quinn kissed her back, taking her time and nipping Jackie’s bottom lip once they broke apart. “That was a good idea,” Quinn said and smirked then took Jackie’s hand and started leading toward the exit of the foam area. She looked around Cliff, but she didn’t see him anywhere. As they stepped out of the foam area, a muscular man wearing all black handed both of them a large, incredibly fluffy dark purple towel.

Quinn wrapped a towel around Jackie’s shoulders and then pulled hers around her own shoulders. She pulled the towel tighter around her shoulders and sniffled, just feeling wet now, and also cold. She looked around, but didn’t spot Cliff right away. “Can we go get one of those drinks?” Quinn asked Jackie. “I wanna warm up.” And that drink was delicious and she was sure would warm her completely. Or get her drunk enough that she wouldn’t care as much about the cold.

Jackie smiled when Quinn put the towel around her shoulders and patted herself dry as best she could. She actually wasn’t all that cold yet. The cold would probably hit her on her way outside, but for now, the sheer number of bodies kept her just warm enough. She pulled her towel off and tossed it around Quinn as well to double up. “Yeah. That’s a good idea.” Jackie held on to Quinn’s hand as she maneuvered them through the people back to the tree trunk bar. “Stay riiiight here.” She let go of Quinn’s hand to walk toward the bar for drinks.

Quinn felt warmer once she had the second towel around her shoulders and she held them both together with one hand while her other hand held Jackie’s. Once they made it through the people to the bar, she nodded and smiled, letting go of Jackie’s hand so she could get them drinks.

“Did you go to the bathroom or did you actually go to Narnia?”

Looking over, Quinn grinned as she saw Cliff, without any of those girls. She glanced around, though, to see if they were nearby.

“Ditched ‘em in the foam,” Cliff explained and smirked. His clothes were damp and he was eating from a bag of Raisinets. “So where the hell did you go?”

“To the bathroom then to the foam,” Quinn answered, which was all true. “We must have missed each other, I mean, there was a lot of foam, it was hard to see.” She smiled at him.

“Uh-huh…” He grinned back at her, with a knowing look on his face.

Jackie fought her way back through the crowd with a plastic cup in each hand only to find that she’d found Cliff. Her face lit up. “Hey! We looked for you in the foam. Where did you go?” She held out a cup for Quinn and the other to Cliff if he wanted. Jackie didn’t need to drink anymore. She looked around their immediate area for the girls from earlier. “I see you don’t have any groupies this time. Did you hook me up with another number? I think the first one got ruined in the foam.” Jackie tried to act as normal as she could.

“Where did I go?” Cliff repeated, “Where did you go?” He laughed and shook his head, waving away the drink as Quinn took one and sipped from it. Cliff shook his head again and frowned. “Nope, sorry, JP, I only got a few numbers for myself. Sorry to disappoint.” He finished the rest of the candy. “You ready to go though? I called for a car.”

“Yeah, we’re going to crash at my place.” Quinn paused a moment. “Are you coming to my place too…?” Sometimes her brother stayed with her in the city, sometimes he stayed at their parents’ penthouse, or sometimes he stayed with other friends or with a girl somewhere. Hell, sometimes he even just stayed at one of their hotels.

Cliff shook his head. “Nah, I’m gonna drop you off. I’m gonna go crash at Brent’s. We have plans tomorrow and it’s late so I’m gonna grab a shower there, crash, and hang with him. But I’ll see you sometime tomorrow I’m sure, Quinnie.” He nudged her. “Or, later today, I might say.” He grinned.

“What do you mean where did I go?! We went to pee then we spent like 90 years in the foam. I built a fort.” Jackie lied through her teeth and she knocked back the cup she was holding. She wasn’t going to put she and Quinn on front street like that even though he probably had some idea. He knew them. Jackie squinted at Cliff in response to the numbers. “Is it because Quinn was so salty that you didn’t get her a number at the other party? That’s it, isn’t it?” Truth be told, Jackie didn’t really care about the numbers all that much. What if that blonde from the other party was boring and bad in bed? “You called the car already? Hold on a sec.” Jackie headed straight for the candy table and returned with two giant handfuls of Ring Pops. “Okay. I’m ready when you are. As soon as we get to Quinn’s, I’m going to crash so hard. I feel it.” Also a lie.

“Hm, must have missed that,” Cliff commented. He nodded. “Quinn’s extra salty. Gotta find the bland ones for her. They’re the only ones that can stand her,” he teased.

“But I like the fiery ones,” Quinn said and pouted. “And the old ones.” She only said it because she was drunk, and because she wanted Cliff to stop picking on her, and she knew that would shut him up, and it did because Cliff didn’t say anything to her when Jackie went to get the Ring Pops. “I’m gonna crash hard too,” Quinn agreed with Jackie.

“Then let’s get out to the car,” Cliff suggested and offered a small smile before leading the way to the staircase.

Jackie stuffed the candy into her pockets and followed Cliff toward the stairs. She’s noticed a small change is him demeanor, but she couldn’t figure out what it was. Maybe she shouldn’t have taken all that candy. Or maybe Quinn told him what they did? Probably not the second one. As they rounded the landing and started up the second flight of stairs, Jackie looked to Quinn with a big ass grin. She was so distracted by her memories of the spot that she tripped up the stairs and landed on them pretty hard. “....Ow.”

Cliff walked ahead, leading them, and Quinn stayed right beside Jackie. As they got to the part where Quinn could see where they had fucked, she smirked over at Jackie. That was going to be one of her top ten places she’d ever fucked someone. And then Jackie went down. “Oh, fuck.” Quinn reached for Jackie and grabbed her by the arm, wanting to help her back up.

Cliff stopped immediately and quickly went back down the few steps. He helped pick Jackie up from the stairs, looking her over. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” he asked, a look of concern on his face.

Once Jackie got over the initial shock of falling up the stairs, she started laughing a little. “I’m fine. Just.. lost my footing. Blame it on the a-a-a-a-alcohol.” She got to her feet with the help of both Quinn and Cliff and adjusted her clothes again once she was upright. “I’m good. Thanks guys. I’m still pretty right? I didn’t land on my face so I should be good?”

Quinn started to laugh, but Cliff was still looking at Jackie with concern. He nodded. “Yeah, you’re good, JP, as long as you’re not hurt. Still as hot as ever,” he assured her and offered a grin. He took hold of her again though and helped her the rest of the way up the stairs.

Quinn watched and followed them up. “You’re such a good brother, Cliffy,” she cooed at him.

“You’re such a good brother, Cliffy,” Jackie repeated as he helped her to the top of the steps. “Thanks for letting me party with you guys. This was the best party ever.” The creepy part didn’t seem as creepy on the way out as it did on the way in. “How often do you do stuff like this and how can I be VIP enough to get invit--- OH. Hold on a sec. Cliff. I need to show you something right now before we get in the car and you can never tell anyone ever.” Jackie queued up the video she showed Quinn before on her phone and handed the phone to Cliff.

“Anytime, JP,” Cliff told her with an amused expression on his face. His eyebrows drew together as Jackie handed him her phone. He watched the video and a grin formed on his face. He started moving to the music as the video went on then handed the phone back when he finished watching it. He started clapping. “That was awesome! I didn’t know you rapped like that. That was a sweet video.”

“I knew you would love it,” Quinn said and smiled over at Jackie.

“I hate it and you can never show anyone ever.” Jackie pointed to each Fabray in turn and slipped her phone back into her pocket as she moved toward the door. “But thank you. You’re so sweet, Cliffy. Quinn wanted me to show you because she said the only way I could be a 10 was if I was a rapper or something. I forget. It was like a million years ago.”

“I won’t show it to anyone,” Cliff promised and then his grin came back. “You’re definitely already a ten, JP.” He gave her a gentle nudge then held the door open for them so they could head outside to the car. “I guess Quinn just has a thing for rappers,” he said and made a face at his sister before laughing. He took them toward the car, another black SUV, and opened the back door for them. Quinn slipped in first and Cliff closed the door once they were both inside before going around to the front passenger seat and getting in.

Jackie stepped outside toward the car and the night air sent a chill to her bones. She immediately turned to Quinn. “You okay back there, Elsa?” She grinned and stepped out of the way to let Quinn in before she followed suit and got comfortable. “I wonder if this driver can talk or if we’re gonna get the mute treatment again.” Jackie moved closer to Quinn and wrapped an arm around her, using her hands to rub Quinn’s arms vigorously to try to create some heat as they left the party. “Ya know, if you were into rappers, you coulda just told me.” Jackie laughed a little.

“Freezing but the cold never bothered me anyway,” Quinn told her with a smirk. She pulled the towels she was still holding tight around herself once they were in the car. It was warmer in the car, at least. She slid closer to Jackie for body heat and leaned against her. “Jackie,” Quinn said and looked her in the eye. “I’m in to rappers.” She started to laugh.

Cliff began talking to the driver and instructed them to Quinn’s Brooklyn apartment. The driver answered back and Quinn was happy to see that their driver wasn’t a mute because she didn’t like the last guy all that much.

Jackie laughed out loud when Quinn admitted she was into rappers. “Welp. I guess I should have been a rapper then. It’s too late now. I’ll just have to be a 9 forever.” She pulled off her damp jacket and laid it across her lap and she leaned on Quinn to share her body heat, not like she produced much. When the driver spoke to Cliff, Jackie grinned. It was her time to shine. “Hey Driver? On a scale from 1 to 8, what would you rate me?”

“Nine forever,” Quinn repeated quietly. She shifted and lifted her towels to put them around Jackie as well. She laughed at Jackie’s question to the driver. “Not out of ten again?” she asked and laughed more.

The driver glanced back at them in the rear view mirror as he drove. It was incredibly late, however, so there was less traffic than usual on the road. He chuckled softly. “Definitely an eight,” he answered. “Both of you lovely women are definitely eights in my book. Tens on a high scale.”

“The blonde’s my sister,” Cliff spoke up, not liking the way the driver was leering at them. “And the other’s my date.”

“Just being honest,” the driver said with a shrug.

“Awww. You’re sweet. I already like you better than the last driver. You’re actually talking to us and not being blah about everything. Are you having a good night?” Jackie snuggled into Quinn when she put the towels around her as well. This was cozy. She didn’t want to make Cliff too upset with her driver questioning though, so she decided to tone it down. On the other hand, she was struggling immensely to keep her hands to herself when she and Quinn were sitting so close to each other.

“I’m having a great night,” he replied. “I’ve been getting to pick up hot girls all night.” He laughed and stopped at a red light. He glanced back at them. “How has your night been?” he asked Jackie.

Quinn stayed quiet through the exchange. That last drink had done her in and now she was being lulled by the car ride. She knew she’d perk up when she got home. She lifted one of her candy necklaces and put part of it in her mouth, just sucking on the candy. Her arm snaked behind Jackie’s back and her hand settled on her hip.

“That’s awesome. I’m really glad to hear that and picking up hot girls all night is the best. My night’s been great too. It’s my birthday.” Jackie nodded. “Well, not really, but I had so much fun hanging out with these guys that I decided to change it.” Her words slurred a little. Maybe that last cup wasn’t the best idea, but at least she didn’t feel sick. She could refrain from puking up a rainbow for at least one more night. Feeling Quinn’s arm around her, Jackie held it close, hoping that the ride back to her place wasn’t as long as the ride to get to the party in the first place.

“Then that sounds like a great birthday,” the driver said. “Happy birthday!”

Quinn started to laugh because this was cracking her up. She was so glad Jackie had such a great night. “You know, Jackie, we can totally have more nights like this. Cliff gets invited to all sorts of crazy shit.”

“That’s true,” Cliff agreed with a smile.

“Why am I just finding out about all this crazy shit on my birthday?! You guys have been holding out on me and it’s not fair.” Jackie pouted in the backseat. ”I mean, I work most nights anyway, but still. Also, thank you for the birthday wishes nice driver. You should drive me everywhere.”

“Cliff’s holding out,” Quinn said. “He’s a jerk.” She grinned and then stuck her tongue out at Cliff when he looked back at her, which caused him to laugh. He looked at Jackie.

“That’s right, JP,” he said. “You’re always working. You should quit and just come party with us all the time.” He smiled at her.

“And I can drive you there,” the driver piped up.

‘Well, I’d do that, but I have rent and bills and all that fun stuff so I can’t. So I have to go to work. Sorry to disappointttttttt. But maybe if Cliff wasn’t a jerk earlier in my life I wouldn’t have to work because I’d be a professional party girl.” Jackie laughed a little. “But when I do go to parties, you can drive me. What’s your name anyway, Mr. Driver Guy?”

“There’s still time, JP!” Cliff assured her with another laugh. “I just need to take you out as arm candy a coupla times and you’re in.”

Quinn started to rub Jackie’s side gently, not even really thinking about it. She was pleasantly drunk and just enjoying the time in this car and the ride home.

“My name’s Alex,” the driver spoke up. “What’s yours? JP? What’s that?”

‘Done. I’m in. I’d love to be arm candy. I don’t have to wear a dress, right?” Jackie put her hand on Quinn’s thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Nice to meet you, Alex. And JP is my name. Just JP.”

“Oooooh, dress preferred, but I suppose I can make an exception for you,” Cliff told Jackie and flashed a grin then turned back around in his seat.

Quinn looked over at Jackie when she squeezed her thigh and smiled, then rubbed Jackie’s side gently.

“JP?” Alex repeated. “What’s that stand for though? I love it though, babe.”

“Yo, I said she’s my girl,” Cliff told Alex, his tone harsher.

“Sorry, man, slipped out,” Alex said. “I call all the girls babes.”

“I’d wear a dress for you. That’s how committed to this I am.” Jackie laughed a little and glanced over to Quinn. She was half paying attention to the driver because she was a conversation she had at least once a day, but her head snapped toward the front seat when Cliff spoke up. She was not expecting him to get to stern with the dude. Pulling away from Quinn, Jackie put her hands on Cliff’s shoulders and massaged them a little. Turning her attention to Alex, she shrugged. “Well, the J is for Jackie and the P doesn’t matter. JP just has so much more swag than Jackie.”

“Oh, then you’re definitely in,” Cliff told Jackie. He relaxed when she rubbed his shoulders and he let out a breath, letting it go. He was protective of his girls, though. Quinn still watched from the back. Sometimes, she thought Cliff was overprotective, but she always appreciated it because she knew it came from a good place.

“JP does have a lot of swag,” Alex agreed with her and flashed a smile before pulling up outside of Quinn’s building. “It was a pleasure meeting you.

Jackie laughed a little and gave Cliff’s shoulders a couple of pats. “That means you’re have to get me a dress though because I don’t own any. Night Cliffy! Night Alex. You guys drive safe and be safe, okay? Cliff, text when you get where you’re going please.” She would have said call, but she was sure she’d be busy by the time he reached his destination. “I’m gonna make sure Q gets upstairs safe and I’ll probably just crash here.” Jackie looked to Quinn with a smile. “Ready?”

“I’ll buy you a dress, no problem,” Cliff said. “Text me when you get upstairs.”

“Oh jeez, Cliffy,” Quinn told him with a roll of her eyes. That was too much. She leaned up and around the side of the passenger seat so she could peck Cliff’s cheek. “I will. And text when you get where you’re going. Goodnight. Thanks for taking us out.”

“Anytime,” Cliff replied. “You know you’re my favorite, Quinnie.”

She grinned. “Yeah, I know.” Quinn nodded at Jackie and popped the door open before slipping out of the SUV. She helped Jackie off, waved at Cliff, and headed toward the front door of the building where the doorman greeted them both by name and allowed them to enter. Quinn held the towels around herself still as she led the way to the elevator. Once it arrived, she stepped inside and then smiled at Jackie when the doors closed. “Finally, I get you alone.” She laughed.

Jackie gave a final wave to the car and followed Quinn into her building. She liked the doorman, so he got a wave too on their way to the elevators. Once they were in and the doors were closed, Jackie wasted no time pulling Quinn in before hitting the number for her floor. “I know, right? I feel like I was waiting forever. I hope Cliff doesn’t punch that guy in the face ...There’s a camera in here, right? I’m just determining if I should behave or not.” She combed her fingers through her now curly hair and just held Quinn close to her… for warmth, of course.

“Cliff won’t punch him, I think he just wanted to make sure that guy didn’t think he could get with us,” Quinn said and wrapped her arms tight around Jackie. One of her towels fell off, but she didn’t care right now. “There is definitely a camera in here, but it’s up to you on if you want to behave.” Though, they were almost out of time. The elevator was almost to her floor.

“I’m gonna behave… for now. Not really trying to give security a show tonight. Maybe next time.” Jackie grinned and kneeled to pick up Quinn’s second towel at the elevator reached her floor and the doors opened. She tossed the towel over her shoulder and let Quinn go just long enough to reconnect their hands as she lead them toward Quinn’s place. Her apartment was the nicest place that Jackie had ever seen in her life. She was never quite sure why Quinn needed so much space. When they got to Quinn’s door, Jackie leaned on the door frame. “I can’t wait to get you out of those wet clothes.”

“Yes, they don’t deserve a show on the day of your birth,” Quinn teased and watched as Jackie picked up the towel. She really lucked out finding someone as cool as Jackie to spend her time with. It was easy for Quinn to find people who wanted to hang out with her, but the beauty of Jackie was that it didn’t seem she cared all that much about who Quinn was or how much money she had. Jackie liked her for who she was, much like Rachel did, and that’s why Quinn kept them around. Neither of them ever asked anything from her, much like past friends had, and that’s often when Quinn dropped them. She smiled as Jackie led the way back to her apartment and she felt herself grow warm as Jackie’s words.

“I can’t wait until your shirt gets ripped off, buttons popping everywhere,” Quinn replied with a smirk. She fished in her dress to find the small pocket she had sewn into the side of her bra. She wasn’t carrying ID or money, just her apartment key, and it was her spare one at that. She unlocked the door and let them inside, the lights in the foyer turning on slowly, growing dim to a brighter but soothing glow. “Do you want anything to eat or drink before we go downstairs? I do have food and drinks stocked in the kitchenette too.” There was a refrigerator in the laundry room where Quinn also kept some snacks for some late night snacking in case she didn’t feel like going upstairs.

Jackie watched as Quinn fished out her key and squinted. “I was wondering where your key was. That was smart. Brava.” She followed Quinn into her place and shrugged. “I mean… I want something to eat, but I doubt it’s in your kitchenette… unless you’re going to your kitchenette any time soon.” She closed and locked the door behind them, more out of habit than anything. “More than anything, I need a place to hang these wet ass clothes to try since I will clearly be walk of shaming later.” Jackie grinned and started to pull her suit jacket off as they headed down Quinn’s stairs. “Oh and just tell me whenever you want me to rip this shirt off. It’s second on the list of things I’ve been waiting on all night.”

“Thank you,” Quinn said and smiled. She looked at Jackie and raised an eyebrow. It took her a moment in her drunken state to realize what Jackie was implying and when she did, a smirk crossed her lips. “Then to the bedroom, it is,” she told her and followed Jackie down the stairs. “I was going to suggest stripping down in the laundry room, but I have to see you rip off your shirt in proper form, so to the bedroom it is for sure, definitely.” She nodded and once they reached the bottom floor, the lights slowly came on in the hall as well. Quinn led the way straight down to her room and dropped the towel on the floor. She quickly shed her wet dress and her bra and panties so she was only in her heels. As fun as it would have been to undress in the heat of passion, she was too cold with wet clothes on to wait. She smirked at Jackie then moved over to her bed and sat down. “Go ahead. Rip it off.” She reached down to slip her heels off as she waited.

Jackie followed about a half step behind Quinn as they made their way to her bedroom. She shrugged at the idea of stripping down in the laundry room. At that point, she didn’t really care where they removed their clothing. Once they got to the large master bedroom, Jackie stopped in her tracks to just watch Quinn undress. She couldn’t remember the last time she saw Quinn naked, so Jackie actively worked on searing this into her memory for the future. When Quinn spoke, Jackie snapped back to reality and pulled off her jacket. “I can’t just rip it off. It’s not sexy right now. It has to be sexy. There are rules.” Jackie stuck her hands into both of her pockets to pull out all the Ring Pops, tossing them next to Quinn.

Quinn dropped her shoes to the floor and hummed her disapproval, but she knew Jackie was right. She sifted through Jackie’s Ring Pops then decided she didn’t want any of them so she placed her gaze back on Jackie. She stood back up and approached her. “Well… we can make it sexy…” It was still about losing the shirt in a very fun fashion so Quinn stopped just in front of Jackie and unbuttoned her pants as she leaned up to kiss her. Her eyes slipped closed as she took her time kissing her. She unzipped Jackie’s pants and started tugging them down.

‘We could make it sexy.” Jackie nodded in agreement as Quinn approached her and undid her pants. It was high time those came off anyway. She wrapped an arm around Quinn to pull her a little closer as she deepened the kiss. Jackie didn’t want her too close because she still had on wet clothes and Quinn had on none. After very little effort, Jackie’s pants were on the floor at her feet and she kicked out of her shoes and pants at the same time. The hand around Quinn made quick work of exploring every inch of smooth skin in its reach. Jackie broke the kiss not too long after, moving her kisses down Quinn’s jaw and neck. “You sure you don’t want the honors?”

Jackie touching Quinn’s skin was making her start to feel warm again and her arousal was starting to stir. She had been sleepy in the car, but now she was fully awake and gearing up to go a couple rounds with Jackie. She groaned as Jackie kissed her neck and jaw. She nodded. “No, yeah, I wanna do it,” she told Jackie because she really needed to get her naked. She slipped her fingers into Jackie’s shirt between the buttons and after struggling momentarily, she pulled the shirt apart, nearly all of the buttons popping off and scattering around on the floor. Quinn looked down so she could catch a glimpse of the girls and she groaned again. “Fuck, that’s really hot.”

That was all it took to get Jackie where she needed to be. She wanted it to be sexy and Quinn pulling her shirt apart like that was about as sexy as it got to her. Jackie pulled away from Quinn just long enough to pull off the shirt, her bra, and panties. Grinning, Jackie reconnected their bodies and placed both of her hands on Quinn’s hips as she slowly backed her toward the foot of the bed. Once close enough, Jackie used her hand to sweep all the Ring Pops to the floor. She’d get those later since she had something way more delicious to her in mind.

Quinn licked her lips as she looked over Jackie’s body. “You are so fucking hot,” she said and let Jackie lead her back toward the bed. Her hands reached up to scratch lightly over Jackie’s back before gliding back down to her ass. She let out a slow breath and then chuckled as Jackie swiped the Ring Pops to the floor. She sat on the bed then scooted back and waited for Jackie to join her.

“That feeling is definitely mutual.” Jackie licked her lips as she watched Quinn scoot back on the bed a little. She combed her fingers through her hair and swayed a little, still intoxicated, before leaning in to renew her kiss with Quinn. Jackie continued to lean in with the passionate kiss until Quinn was on her back and Jackie was on her knees, straddling Quinn’s legs. That’s when the kisses moved down her jaw, neck, along her collarbone, and finally down to Quinn’s breasts. Jackie wished that she had two mouths, but since she didn’t, she used her tongue to swirl around Q’s right nipple before latching on and she used her left hand to gently roll the other nipple between her thumb and index finger. As badly as Jackie has wanted this, she was going to take her time and savor the moment.

Quinn watched Jackie from the bed and she licked her lips and breathed out as she waited for her to join her on the bed. When Jackie leaned in to kiss her, Quinn placed her hand on Jackie’s cheek to keep her close while they kissed, taking her time with it. She panted out quick breaths when Jackie started to place kisses down her body. “Fuck, Jackie, that feels so good…” She slipped a hand into Jackie’s hair and when the other girl’s mouth latched onto her breast, she cried out a little, then groaned. “Mmm, fuck…” She loved having her nipples played with. It always felt incredibly good and managed to make her soaking wet. “God, Jackie, your mouth…”

Jackie palmed Quinn’s breast and ran the nipple in between her fingers as she kneaded the tissue. Quinn’s skin was so soft and she smelled so good. Moaning quietly in response to her partner, Jackie started to lightly bat the nipple in her mouth with her tongue. She pulled away and released the breast with a loud pop. Then, she switched her attention to the other one, but instead of massaging the first breast again, Jackie eased her hand in between then and teased her finger along Quinn’s folds and feeling all the moisture she was creating.

Quinn moaned when Jackie played with her nipples because it felt so damn good. She lightly scratched against Jackie’s scalp and her eyes slipped shut. Her thighs spread apart more. She was so ready for this and she had been waiting for hours, honestly, since she had wanted to fuck Jackie since their drive going to the second party. She licked her lips and whimpered, pulling lightly at Jackie’s hair. “Mmm, fuck me,” she said.

After releasing the other breast, Jackie chuckle softly. “Patience…” She kissed in between Quinn’s breasts before jumping down to right above her navel. Even though Jackie told Quinn to have patience, she was not going to wait. They’d both been waiting long enough. Jackie eased up a little to slide down the bed to get into a better position. She pressed burning kisses up the inside of each of Quinn’s thighs before taking a long, slow lap with her tongue between Quinn’s folds.

Quinn groaned at Jackie’s word because she wasn’t sure how patient she could be. She squirmed on the bed a little as Jackie kissed down to her belly button. She whimpered and tried to keep her hips from lifting. She just wanted more. Her kisses were teasing as Jackie kissed up her thigh and her breath hitched when she finally felt Jackie’s tongue. Quinn let out a low moan and opened her eyes to look down at Jackie.

Jackie moaned softly at her first real taste of Quinn. The stuff on the stairs was cute, but this was the main course in her book. She used her fingers to gently pull Quinn’s lips apart as her tongue teased at the opening before shooting upward and swirling around her clit. One of her arms hooked under Quinn’s thigh to make sure she got a firm hold as she gave Q’s pearl a little special attention.

Quinn breathed out, trying to keep herself from getting too ahead of this because she really wanted to savor it. She was actually a little mad at herself for wanting to keep Jackie’s friendship over being a fuck buddy because the sex was definitely amazing, every time. But Jackie was just really cool and honest and down to earth, and Quinn didn’t want to lose that. She whimpered then groaned at the way that Jackie’s tongue worked her. “Fuck…” Quinn breathed out. “You’re amazing…”

Lifting her head for a little, Jackie looked at Quinn and grinned. “Glad you’re enjoying yourself.” She popped her middle and ring fingers into her mouth to wet them before easing them inside of Quinn. She didn’t necessarily pump them yet. They were just hanging there until she ducked her head back down and started to suckle on Quinn’s clit, then they started to work their way inside out.

“Fuck yeah, I am,” Quinn replied and chuckled softly. She licked her lips and moaned softly as Jackie pushed two fingers inside of her. Her breath left her and her muscles tightened around Jackie’s fingers. When Jackie started sucking her clit and moving her fingers, Quinn moaned louder because it did really feel so good and she wanted Jackie to know that. Her fingers slipped back down into Jackie’s hair.

Jackie groaned softly at the feeling of Quinn’s fingers in her hair. She felt like that was sign that she was doing pretty alright. That and all the moaning. Jackie switched it up and started gently massage Quinn’s clit back and forth with her tongue, applying more pressure and speed until she felt Quinn react. Her fingers simply curled themselves upward, rubbing at Quinn’s upper wall as her mouth and hand worked in tandem.

Quinn’s walls were already starting to tighten and clench on Jackie’s fingers. Her muscles were starting to become taut and her moans were getting louder. She tugged a little on Jackie’s hair. Jackie was so good at this, honestly she was in Quinn’s top five. “Mm, Jackie…” she whimpered and gave another gentle tug to Jackie’s hair.

Hearing her name moaned like that made Jackie even more wet herself. Not being friends with benefits seemed like such a foolish idea at this point. Once she felt Quinn tighten around her fingers, Jackie knew she was getting closer. She paused her fingers and focused all of her attention on Quinn’s clit. She was so close to getting what she wanted even back on the stairs. Gripping Quinn’s thigh, Jackie groaned with pleasure.

“Oh, jesus, fuck,” Quinn hissed out and her free hand grabbed at the bedsheets, tugging on them. She was so close and Jackie’s tongue was working magic. Her hips began to rise slightly, but Jackie was keeping her grounded. “Jackie… Jackie… fuck!” Quinn came undone, her body trembling beneath Jackie, soaking her fingers in fresh wetness, as another moan escaped her lips.

Jackie felt a true sense of accomplishment. She always did. Pulling her fingers out, Jackie licked up what she could of Quinn’s juices, sucking and slurping at her folds as she did so. Once she was satisfied that Quinn’s was spent, she cleaned off her fingers just as she did earlier. “Good to the last drop.” Even she had to laugh at how cheesy that sounded, but it was how she felt. She let go of Quinn’s thigh and smoothed her hand over where her grip had been.

Aftershocks still coursed through her occasionally as Jackie licked her clean and she took a moment to catch her breath. She laughed at Jackie’s words and brought her leg up some so she could bump Jackie with her knee. “You are ridiculous. But you fuck so well, I gotta give you a pass.” She stuck her tongue out at Jackie. She was feeling so good and she couldn’t wipe this stupid grin off her face.

“What can I say? I’m like… the orgasm oracle.” Jackie laughed as she kissed up Quinn’s stomach and plopped down beside her on the bed. “Why did we stop doing that again? I love the way you say my name. It’s the sexiest thing.” She arched her back and stretched her long limbs.

“Yeah, I can’t deny it, you are.” Quinn told her with a laugh. She leaned over to peck Jackie’s lips quickly before laying back. It made Quinn feel good to hear that Jackie liked the way she said her name. “Ugh, because I wanna be friends with you and I don’t want sex to fuck up our friendship. That’s all I do, bang without a relationship, and after a while, all the friends with benefits either get feelings so they gotta be let go or they find someone and we stop fucking. I don’t want to fuck with our friendship though because I like being friends with you more than the sex, which says a whole fucking lot because the sex is incredible,” Quinn admitted. She thought about her secret again and how she had promised she’d tell. She was trying to figure out how best to say it because it wasn’t a big deal, but sometimes people thought it was.

Jackie nodded, understanding where Quinn was coming from. She needed that reminder because she did value Quinn’s friendship immensely. Quinn was just a cool person in Jackie’s book and, most importantly, she put up with Jackie, who could be a handful sometimes. “Yeah. That’s true. Friends with benefits always ends up being so.. Complicated. I like being friends with you too, Q, but we gotta come to some kind of agreement because dat ass though.” She went into a full on grin.

“Yeah, so when it comes to friends with benefits, I know that eventually, I won’t know that person anymore, and I don’t wanna lose you.” She offered a small smile to Jackie. She usually wasn’t so honest with these deep feelings, but she was drunk and felt a little high off that orgasm. “How about you can grab my ass sometimes and I promise I won’t get turned on?” she suggested and laughed. She turned to face Jackie, then rolled back over onto her back to look up at the ceiling. “I still gotta tell you my secret, JP. Even though I wanna watch that rap video again…” She smirked over at Jackie. And she still wanted to go down on her. But Quinn did need a little break for a moment.

“Pffft. You couldn’t get rid of me if you tried. You’re stuck with me. Who else is gonna save you from creepy ass Wes?” Jackie chuckled a little and turned her head to look at Quinn. “You can’t promise that and you know it. Plus, what if I wanna smack it sometimes? We need a better agreement.” She turned her head to look at the ceiling when Quinn turned and shrugged. “So tell me your secret. And you have the video now. You can watch it whenever you want when I’m not here.”

“True! I should just hire you as my bodyguard and you should follow me everywhere,” Quinn told her and laughed. “Fine, you can smack it too. Okay. Like. Twice a month. That’s it. And I have incredible self control… when I’m not drunk… and also not horny…” She paused. “Fine, you’re right, that won’t work…” She grinned and then gasped, sitting up quickly. “I do have the video now! Where’s my phone?” She looked around and remembered she was supposed to text Cliff, but she was sure he was fine and that he knew they were. She flopped back on the bed, relaxing again. “Okay, I’ll tell you, but you can’t say anything around Cliff because he gets all bent out of shape about it,” Quinn told her, pointing a finger at her.

Jackie laughed. “I’d be the scrawniest bodyguard ever. I’d keep you safe though.” She idly ran her hand over her stomach as she listened to Quinn try and work out the arrangement and smirked when she came to the same conclusion. “We should just have sex twice a month and leave it at that. That’s what makes the most sense.” Jackie nodded and stopped rubbing her stomach. “No! You can’t watch it while I’m here, but I promise I won’t say anything around Cliff ever. Pinky swear.” She lifted her pinky to Quinn in a solemn promise to keep her mouth shut about what she was about to find out.

“No, not scrawny, scrappy,” Quinn corrected with a smile. She watched Jackie’s hand every time she moved it over her stomach. “But that’s like friends with benefits, Jackie, and I worry that feelings won’t stay out of it. Or else you get a girl and things get weird. They always get so fucking jealous, the other girl.” She sighed. It was really annoying, really, that she lost some good friends over that. She hooked her pinky with Jackie’s and shook before releasing it. “So, yeah, older women, hot older women, kinda my thing… And it’s most likely because the first, and only girl, well woman, I ever fell for was almost twenty years older than me. And we fooled around and then I totally fell for her, like, head over heels, and we were kind of together for like two years. So. That’s my secret.” Most of her secret. Almost all of her secret.

“Scrawny and scrappy are like the same thing. One is skinny and one is skinny and spunky.” Jackie turned her head to look at Quinn, licking her lips to keep her grin at bay. “What? Scared you’re gonna fall in love with me? But what if I get a girl that’s down for all of us to hook up together twice a month? That’s gonna be on the application criteria.” She brought her hand back to her side once the pinky promise was finished and listened to Quinn’s secret. It didn’t seem that bad. “I mean… hot older women is a good thing to be into. You’re older than me so… I don’t know, Q. I don’t think that’s really a secret. Why would Cliff care and or be upset about you getting some older pussy? I feel like there’s a piece missing.”

“Yeah, but you’re the scrappy one, skinny and spunky,” Quinn told her. “I ain’t gonna fall for you, Jackie, so don’t worry.” Quinn didn’t play those games. It was rare she developed feelings and when she did, she broke that shit up quick. “I don’t fall for people,” she clarified quickly because she didn’t want to imply there was something wrong with Jackie. “I got burned back then so I don’t fall for anyone anymore, but… I suppose when you say it like that… Maybe, maybe it could work… but dammit, Jackie, I don’t want to lose you.” Quinn just didn’t see the agreement ending well. “He was upset because she was married. To an old family friend. At the time. And I was fifteen when it started.” She pressed her lips together as she waited for Jackie’s reaction.

Jackie chuckled a little and shrugged. “Damn, Elsa. Way to shut me down so hard. Always the bridesmaid, never the bride. Never a 10, forever a 9.” She laughed a little more. “I still got it. But look, I have no problem keeping my hands, mouth, and vagina to myself. You make solid points.” She found herself shrugging a little. She wasn’t offended or anything. It was what it was. Folding her hands over her stomach, Jackie listened to Quinn tell the part of the story she left out previously. It made a lot more sense now. “Ooooh. That’s still not too bad. You got to live out my fifteen year old fantasy so good job. I mean, it sucks that she was married to somebody, but the rest of it is a pretty dope secret. I won’t mention it around Cliff though.” Jackie nodded.

Quinn cracked up laughing at Jackie’s words. She was hilarious. And that’s another reason why she needed to stop sleeping with her. She couldn’t lose her friendship. “Yeah, but at least, for this night, we don’t have to follow any rules,” Quinn told her because she still wanted to go down on Jackie and go a couple of rounds. “It’ll be like one last hurrah.” She nodded at Jackie’s words. “Yeah, he flipped when I told him, but it was like ten years later so I thought he wouldn’t really get upset but he totally did. He’s just protective. But yeah, she was married to my Uncle Dan, but he’s not really an uncle, but my dad’s friend, they go way back, and she was, like, his third wife, and she just… came onto me one day sort of and then… we just started fooling around. I… I thought she was going to leave him and I could be with her. I looked up to her so much and she really opened my eyes to so much and it sucked when I finally brought it up and she just flat out stopped talking to me. I mean, she said no, it wasn’t happening and then we never did anything again. I was a stupid kid though, I guess.” She tried to shrug off the hurt of it. She felt like such an idiot for ever falling for it.

“I dunno. I’m actually kinda sleepy. I don’t know if I can last hurrah right now.” It was the truth that Jackie was tired, but she mostly just wasn’t feeling it at the moment. She was feeling a little sick. More importantly, however, it would be harder for her to make a clean break if Quinn reciprocated. She mostly just felt like this was a bad idea in the first place. The boundaries were set and Jackie, being the habitual line crosser that she was, couldn’t just seem to follow the rules. She continued to look at Quinn and listened as she elaborated on the story. “First love is like that though. It was kind of cold for her to do that to you though. I mean, you were just a kid. I doubt you were stupid though. You handled some adult ass emotions. Did your Uncle Dan ever find out?”

Quinn’s jaw dropped. “What!? No! You’re naked in my bed and I’ve been waiting to eat you out for forever.” She pouted because she was totally sad about this. But, she wasn’t going to press it, of course. She sat up and pulled at the blanket on the end of the bed, wrapping it around herself. She was getting cold. “I just feel stupid for getting so attached. You ever fall hard like that for anyone? And I don’t think he did. They divorced anyway like two years later or so, I think. I don’t know. I stopped giving a fuck after a while. I’ve seen Uncle Dan at events, but I haven’t seen Thora. I used to sometimes at events and parties and I’d just ignore her, but I haven’t seen her in a couple years now.” A realization dawned on her. “Since I told Cliff…” For a second, she thought he might have killed her.

Jackie laughed. “Don’t sound so disappointed! You’re not missing much. I promise.” She kept her hands folded over her stomach and shrugged. “I’ve never fallen hard for anyone. I’m my father’s daughter. It’s so much easier to just walk away and fall off the face of the earth, ya know? I usually don’t have sex with somebody more than like three times before I vanish. I don’t want any feelings, no emotions, no strings. I also don’t want anyone else’s baggage because I have enough of my own.” She smirked and listened to Quinn. “Maybe Cliff told her if she went near you again, he’d kick her in the nuts?”

Quinn’s eyes raked over Jackie’s body but she decided not to comment. She should just make sure she got to look while she can. She unconsciously licked her lips and then brought her gaze back to Jackie’s face. “You and I are in the same boat, Jackie. The minute I have feelings, I bounce, too. And I don’t want that to happen to us either. I’ve maybe only liked one other girl like that though and I got the hell out of dodge.” She was damaged good, but it was what it was. She felt kind of heartless sometimes though, too. But again, it was what it was. She burst out laughing and nodded. “Maybe he did. Fuck, Jackie, you’re hysterical.” She flashed a smile at her.

“Don’t worry. It won’t be us because we’re not having sex anymore. In fact, I should probably put something on to cover up. I feel all… exposed.” Jackie sat up and scooted to the bottom of the bed and leaned down until she’d fished two Ring Pops from the floor. She opened one up and popped it in her mouth before offering the second one to Quinn. “Ring Pop?” Jackie shifted the one in her mouth from left to right, letting the cherry flavor take over her mouth. “I’ve never stuck around long enough to get to the point where I feel like I like someone. So meh. Liking people is overrated anyway. And thank you, I’ll be here all week… or probably just the rest of tonight and maybe some of tomorrow if pancakes are involved.”

“Yeah, suppose I should get dressed too.” Quinn let the blanket fall away and got up, only to return back to the bed to take the Ring Pop from Jackie. She opened it and popped the purple candy into her mouth. “Thanks,” she said and sucked on the candy before slipping it on her finger. “I agree with you there. I don’t want my heart broken again.” She headed out into the small hallway that led to both walk in closets and then to the gym. She popped into the closest closet and retrieve two pairs of shorts and two tees from the dresser in there. She headed back into the room and gave Jackie a pair of shorts and a tee then put the other ones on. “Pancakes can be involved. Whatever you want. We can order in from a little place up the street I love.”

Jackie stood and got dressed. She couldn’t admit that her little pride was a kind of hurt. Getting shut down like she did bruised her already fragile ego, so she kind of shut down too. It’s not like she had a crush on Quinn or anything. She liked their friendship. She’d just lost all sexual desire after that. It was probably for the best. Once she was dressed in the shorts and shirt, she climbed back into bed. “I think that’s the fundamental difference. You don’t want you heart broken again. I’m not going to get my heart broken period.” She resumed her previous position and laid on her back with her hands folded over her stomach. “We’ll play it by ear tomorrow depending on if we’re okay, hungover, or still drunk when we wake up.” She laughed a little.

“Well good luck with that,” Quinn told her. “We can be lone wolves forever. We can have a pack.” She climbed onto the bed and slithered underneath the covers beside Jackie. She turned on her side, facing Jackie. “Yeah, we might definitely still be drunk,” Quinn agreed with a laugh. “I mean, I could try to make pancakes but I can't promise that'll work.”

Jackie laughed and shook her head. “Having a pack defeats the purpose of being lone wolves. A pack of lone wolves is like an oxymoron.” She grinned and stayed in her place on top of the covers, afraid that she’d get too warm if she climbed inside. Jackie turned her head to look at Quinn when she started to face her. “Yeaaah. My vote is on still drunk and I don’t want you cooking at all. I can just make them. I’m pretty fly at it. They’d be all perfect and golden brown. ...Damn. Now I’m hungry.” She pulled the candy from her mouth only to reinsert it a few seconds later.

“Why can’t we be an oxymoron?” Quinn asked with a pout. She scooted closer to Jackie, even though Jackie was still on top of the blankets so there was only so far Quinn could really go. She licked her lips as she thought about the pancakes. “Mmm, I’m hungry now too.” She pulled out her hand from under the covers where her ring pop was still attached. Quinn didn’t care if it had a fuzzy or two on it and popped the candy in her mouth. She watched Jackie and was mad she said anything about not sleeping together anymore because she really wanted to kiss her again. She should have waited for the morning for that conversation.

“We can be an oxymoron as long as we realize we’re an oxymoron.” Jackie grinned and rested her arm above her head. “I mean… what time is it? Like 4? If we stay up a couple more hours we can just go to iHop. Is it 4? It feels like 4. I have no idea what time it is.” She looked back at the ceiling before turning her gaze back to Quinn, quietly searching her face. “Maybe not because my clothes are still wet and I am now shirtless until I put some buttons back on that bad boy. And I’m laying here and I’m suddenly not sleepy anymore. I hate that.”

“Right, exactly, that’s what makes us cool,” Quinn replied. She shrugged. “I dunno what time it is, I gotta go find my phone.” She was pretty sure it was in the closet and that she had left it in there from when she changed before. She hadn’t taken it out when her tonight because she didn’t want to carry a purse and she had no pockets in her dress. She sat up. “I can put our clothes in the wash. We should go to a diner. Fuck it.” She pushed the blankets off and slipped out of bed, but she looked back at Jackie at her words. “You’re not sleepy?” Quinn asked and bit her bottom lip. Could she still get to fuck Jackie one last time? “Because I so got some ideas on ways to kill time…”

“We’re cool anyway.” Jackie shrugged. “Nooooo. Don’t get your phone. Ya know, as a generation, we’re way too reliant on technology…” Her eyes followed Quinn as she sat up and moved around. When the blonde was out of her field of comfortable vision, Jackie propped herself up on her elbows. “Is time something we really need to kill though? We have all the time in the world! Hit me with these ideas though. I’m curious.” Jackie knew what Quinn was getting at. That lip bite gave her away. Jackie still wanted to hear her say it though.

“That’s true,” Quinn agreed. She stayed on the side of the bed when Jackie told her not to get her phone. Jackie was right. Quinn didn’t even want to know what time it was really. She was quite content to sort of forget the rest of the world for a while and just be here with Jackie. She knelt back down on the bed and made her way back over to Jackie, debating her actions. “We do have all the time in the world…” she agreed. “Maybe I should show you.” And she swooped down to start kissing up Jackie’s jaw then sucked gently on her neck before Jackie could say no. But if she did refuse, Quinn would just blame it on the alcohol.

Once Jackie felt Quinn’s lips against her jaw, there was no way she was going to say no. She wanted it as much as Quinn did, even if she was being a baby about it earlier. Her hand slipped under Quinn’s shirt to rub the smooth skin on her back before heading straight to her ass. Jackie chuckled softly and gave a firm swat. “I think I see where you’re going with this… And that wasn’t one of my two. That was a freebie. Just saying.”

Once Jackie didn’t push her away or say no, Quinn knew she could take her time. Her tongue swirled out over Jackie’s skin before she slid the tip of her tongue down to the base of Jackie’s neck. She sucked gently, making sure not to leave a mark. She’d leave a few love bites in places Jackie could easily hide. “Told you, this night’s free,” Quinn said against her skin. She reached down to grab at the bottom of Jackie’s tee, tugging it up.

Jackie moaned softly at the feeling of Quinn’s tongue against her neck. Her pride wanted her to rebuff the advances, but her body had a mind of its own. She gripped Quinn’s ass before sitting up enough to pull the shirt over her head and toss it to the side. She’d just get redressed later. “Okay. This night’s free. I can get down with that. I just hate… hate that this is the last time.”

Quinn eased Jackie back down on the bed once her shirt was off. “Just don’t think about it, okay?” she replied and leaned over Jackie, nipping her way from Jackie’s neck down to her left breast where she lapped at Jackie’s nipple until it hardened then she sucked the bud into her mouth. Her hand slid up Jackie’s body and she tweaked Jackie’s other nipple between two fingers.

Jackie’s eyes fluttered shut and she exhaled slowly. “O-Okay..” Quinn could get her to agree to almost anything when moving down Jackie’s neck like that. When she felt Quinn at her nipples, Jackie started to get wet all over again. She didn’t have the largest breasts, so they got overlooked a lot. Quinn, however, never forgot them. Jackie’s hand moved from Quinn’s behind and up her back a little. She was going to do whatever she could to make this last, even though Jackie usually didn’t last too long.

Quinn’s eyes closed and she pulled her lips from Jackie’s nipple then flicked it quickly with the tip of her tongue. She nipped Jackie’s skin again. Her breasts were small, but Quinn didn’t really mind that. Quinn’s breasts weren’t that big either anyway. Opening her eyes to look up at Jackie, Quinn slid her tongue across her skin to her other breast. She kissed around her nipple before taking it in her mouth, sucking gently.

Jackie arched her back slightly and moaned under Quinn’s expert touch. She was amazing and the things she could do with her tongue were simply magic. “Mmm. Fuuck.” Jackie did her best to open her eyes to watch Quinn work. “That feels incredible.”

Quinn moved her hand to Jackie’s wet nipple and slid her fingers over it as her mouth continued to suck her other nipple. She loved hearing Jackie moan like that. Making women moan was one of Quinn’s favorite things. She released the nipple from her mouth then flicked her tongue over it before taking it back into her mouth again. She groaned softly.

Jackie lightly pulled her fingertips up and down Quinn’s back as she opened her legs, needing to be touched. She felt like an idiot for almost passing up this chance. If this was really going to be the last time, it had to be the best time. Jackie bit back another moan. “Fuck me, Q. Please..”

Quinn chuckled softly. She also liked control. She also liked having girls beg for it. She nibbled on Jackie’s nipple before lapping at it one last time and then moving on. She nodded and planted a few kisses down Jackie’s chest and abs until she reached the shorts. Quinn sat back and tugged Jackie’s shorts off quickly, tossing them aside. She spread Jackie’s legs even more as she settled between them. She groaned at seeing how wet she was already. Quinn turned her head to the side and kisses and licked up Jackie’s inner thigh before latching on and sucking hard on her skin.

Jackie lifted a little and helped Quinn get her out of those shorts as quickly as possible. She hadn’t been this eager in a while. Quinn was one of the few people that could take Jackie from zero to a hundred with almost no effort at all. Jackie’s long, slender fingers slipped into Quinn’s hair and she groaned loudly as Quinn sucked on her inner thigh. All of this teasing was getting to be too much for her. “Please… I want you so bad right now,” Jackie begged.

“Mmm,” Quinn mumbled in response and released Jackie’s skin with a pop, pretty sure it was going to leave a mark. “Good because I’m really looking forward to tasting you,” Quinn told and looked up at Jackie before she settled between her thighs, ducking her head so she could slide her tongue between her folds, lapping up at the wetness there. Her eyes closed as she groaned softly. She slid her tongue from Jackie’s center up to her clit and back down several times, just enjoying the taste of her.

“Jesus…” Jackie inhaled sharply and exhaled slowly when she finally felt Quinn’s tongue slide between her folds. It was like heaven on earth. She moaned softly and used her free hand to grab her breast and tug lightly on her nipples. “Your tongue…”

Quinn continued sliding her tongue up and down, and when she felt Jackie move slightly, her eyes opened to look up at her. She groaned again at seeing Jackie playing with her own nipples. It was incredibly hot. Her tongue slid down and she flicked it against Jackie’s entrance before pushing it inside. She flicked it inside of her, massaging her walls with her tongue.

Jackie moaned loudly and gripped Quinn’s hair as she felt the tongue inside of her. She immediately felt hers walls close in around it. After a few moments, Jackie loosened her grip, even if it was incredibly difficult for her. How was Quinn going to deny her this in the future? “You’resofuckinggoodIcan’ttakeit.” All of her words left her mouth in a rushed sentence because she wasn’t sure she’d be able to form words much longer.

Trying to keep from smirking, Quinn continued to flick and swirl her tongue around inside of Jackie. She really enjoyed the praise. She pulled her tongue free and drew in a breath. She sucked on two of her fingers then pushed them deep inside of her. “Mm… fuck…” Quinn commented as she felt how warm Jackie was. God, she really loved fucking women. She leaned to smooth her tongue over Jackie’s clit as her fingers curled and rubbed at Jackie’s inner walls.

Jackie gasped softly when she felt Quinn’s fingers enter her. Her abs tightened just a little as she felt the familiar tingling sensation start in the pit of her stomach. Normally, she would chase the high like the orgasm fiend she could be sometimes, but she really wanted to savor as much of this as she could. “Mmm. Yes, Quinn. Yesss.”

Quinn hummed in response to her and sucked on Jackie’s clit, not applying too much pressure because she didn’t want to overload her. Her fingers began to pump into her before plunging in deeper and she scissored them. She flicked the tip of her tongue quickly over Jackie’s clit before flattening her tongue and rubbing it.

Jackie gave Quinn’s hair a light tug as she cried out. Her orgasm hit her like a train. Her hips raised a little and her toes curled as much as they possibly could. “Fuck, Quinn!” Jackie’s body trembled as her climax rippled through her, all the way to her fingers and toes. She’d tried to hold out for as long as she could, but she was never any good at that mission. Especially not when Quinn was that skilled with her tongue.

Getting Jackie to orgasm made Quinn feel so accomplished and her fingers rubbed her inner walls as she clenched around them. She groaned in response and continued to rub her clit with her tongue until she could feel Jackie start to come down. She looked up at her and just watched her for the moment. She looked so fucking hot.

Panting a little as she came down, Jackie released Quinn’s hair and took a deep breath to try and pull herself back together. “Damn, I’m gonna miss that.” She chuckled huskily and relaxed into the bed once her muscles released their tension. “Fucking amazing..”

“Yeah,” Quinn breathed out. “And you taste fucking amazing.” Jackie really was in her top five. She slipped her fingers out of her slowly and sucked them clean before lapping carefully at her entrance to collect any other wetness. She turned her head and kissed the mark she had left on Jackie’s thigh. She leaned up over Jackie and kissed her hip then her stomach, then her chest before finally making her way up to kiss Jackie’s lips.

“I do what I can.” Jackie grinned and closed her eyes when Quinn finally got to her lips, still being able to taste herself on them a little. “Mmm. Can we extend this last hurrah til like noon? 4 at the latest then we can be done for real.” Her tune was a little different than the one she was singing earlier, but amazing sex could have the effect on a person.

Quinn laughed softly and settled beside Jackie, slipping her arm across Jackie's bare waist. “Oh, I see how it is…” she teased. Jackie was definitely against this before but now… She was down for it. “But you know… we did start after midnight, so… technically, it's still all one day, even after we wake up later.” She smirked.

“What can I say? I saw the light.” Jackie laughed and wrapped her arm around Quinn, pulling her in as close as she could. “That’s a good point. So that means we have all day to get everything out of our systems… unless you have other plans for the day. I think I just cancelled mine.”

Quinn laughed and relaxed against Jackie. She nodded. “Yeah, we need to get it all out and then I think we can move forward, friendship only, once it's all out of our systems.” She smirked. “If I had anything planned, it's being blown off because this is totally way more important.” She placed a kiss on Jackie's breast. She was getting tired now, but she felt like it could be allowed since she knew when they woke up, they'd get to have more fun with each other. “Want me to get your clothes? I gotta close the curtains anyway.” Or else they'd be blinded by the morning light.

“Nah. I’ll get it…” Jackie just laid there for a bit longer, making no immediate attempt to move. She was just too comfortable like this with Quinn. “...Okay.” Pulling her arm from around Quinn, she rolled off of the bed and picked up her discarded clothes. She put them on before just closing the curtains and climbing back into the bed, under the covers. “You have the best bed.”

Quinn nodded and let her head rest on Jackie’s chest while they laid there a little longer. She was a little sad when Jackie got up, but it gave her a chance to slip under the covers once she saw that Jackie was doing her a favor and closing the curtains. Somewhere, Quinn had a remote that did it for her, but she was pretty sure it was lost. She snuggled down into the blankets and waited for Jackie to return. She grinned at her. “Why, thank you. My bed is one of my favorite places to be. Especially when I have a hot girl in it.” She laughed and tugged Jackie closer, cuddling up on her. “You’ll still cuddle me when you sleep over even if we’re not banging anymore, right?”

Jackie inched closer to Quinn and sighed contently. “I dunno. I haven’t decided yet, but probably. We’ll just have to see how strong the temptation for other stuff is.” She shrugged, giving Quinn her honest thoughts on it. The answer would more than likely be yes, but she didn’t want to make any promises that she wasn’t sure she could deliver. “Buut since I happen to be the hot girl in your bed right noooow, we can cuddle as long as you want.” Jackie snuggled up to Quinn and tossed one of her long legs over Quinn’s lower half.

“Well, I hope so because I hate sleeping alone,” Quinn told her. She understood though, but honestly, she felt like her feelings for Jackie, her need to sleep with Jackie, would be over after this. She thought she could move on from that, especially if she went out and found a few other girls to fuck right away. That pretty much was what she needed, a regular fuckbuddy that she could toss away at any given notice. Her last one got a girlfriend, which meant Quinn had to shop around for sex. “Yes, cuddle as long as I want,” Quinn agreed and scooted in closer to Jackie as she slid her arm around her to keep her close. She nuzzled in against her and closed her eyes.