#quinnresponse

“RELAX, you’re safe and that’s all that matters right now. And your health too.” It wasn’t an easy call to take or an easy drive over to the hospital, but she did promise that she’d be there for Christine. Although she had been off on her own adventures, Quinn waited for her return each and every time; hoping the worse didn’t happen. But the fact that she had been in this condition was better than winding up dead. She feels like she doesn’t know what to do or say except look very unhappy, and not pleased. 

“Hey, look who it is! Isn’t it good to see you again.”

Approaching the bar; Quinn smiles. Clearly she’s changes; and assuming so- Emma might have too but merely that’s what time did. Leaning gently besides it; her head tilts in the direction of the other. Her next words are merely teasing.

Somehow, someway Quinn is back. Therapy each and everyday, depriving her from the one she truly loved was hard enough of as it- then to talk about her problems after her attack with her step-sister was surprisingly not as bad as she thought. With herself quietly trying to sneak back into their shared apartment, she spots Skylar in the kitchen- it feels nice to see her. Kicking off her shoes, she glides quietly over, wrapping her arms around her waist from behind, placing a kiss against the side of her head. A smile sweeps across her lips, it’s good to do that again after a tragedy. 

“Hey, sorry I’m late.”

Quinn’s demeanor changed from most of the times she arrived at work. Usually she was free spirited, and bubbly but today she was different. Of course Winnie had kept herself up late with Elena crying constantly from being sick, but you couldn’t blame her. The thing was that she’s like always drunk, loosing jobs on and off, screwing around- Quinn hated seeing her step-sister like this. Even if she was blood, she’d still help out, but it was almost enough to kick her ass out. She had her own problems, but she certainly was the opposite- at least she didn’t lash out and take it out on you. It was brutal. Quinn had dark bags under her eyes, and her shirt had been half buttoned up under her jacket. Not laziness, just so tired. Endless nights she was generous enough to help out around the house, but now it was almost a nuisance.

Sighing, Quinn lifted part of the bar to come through, running her hand through her hair awhile strolling in. “Busy night, again.” There was no eye contact, she couldn’t let her see how tired she was let alone a part of a black eye. It blended in with the mix on her bags, and makeup to cover it up. Now that was laziness. 

“Oh I’m fine, just a tad tired. Winnie had a tough night trying to put Elena back to bed so I helped– I was up til four.”