Won't You Come Out And Play? ( Quinn )

[CHEYENNE KINGSLEIGH]

Do you have the time to listen to me whine;
(About nothing and everything, all at once)

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She was not sure what day it was, nor how many days had passed since Quinn Vanderson's party. Frankly, Cheyenne Kingsleigh had been trying not to think about the party, taking sweet refuge in her blessed alcohol. Absinthe, vodka, tequila, rum, gin, whiskey; whatever she could get her hands on, she downed. Her mind was on the verge of an explosion from all the confusion she felt.

At the time being, she was sprawled on her bathroom floor, having just emptied the contents of her stomach into the porcelain bowl that towered next to her. She had not eaten the past few days, so it was just a colorful mixture of all the liquors she had consumed. Her skin was more pale than usual, and as she lay in her pajamas, (shorts and a battered Def Leppard shirt), on the wonderfully cold tile, she considered laying there for the remainder of her life.

It was not like she would last long, if she continued the way she had been going, drinking until she passed out, and waking just to do it again. It was not healthy in the slightest degree, but Cheyenne was not ready to wake up to reality and face the consequences quite yet. She had, in fact, slept with Simon Chapman, a well known womanizer and typical douche. To make it even worse, she had done so after busting in his nose for talking smack about her.

Now her world was turned upside down. Cheyenne had always been very solid in her Lesbianism, and this boy had her rethinking everything she stood for. Women may know how to play mind games, but men were the masters of subliminally fucking her mind. And here she lay, in self pity, with a half-empty bottle of Jack on one side, and the gleaming white toilet on the other, both waiting to be utilized. Instead of drinking more, and thus throwing up more, she sat up. The room spun and she had to brace herself against the sink.

A split second decision was made, and Cheyenne hoisted herself up and out of the bathroom. She was going out. A clean outfit was found, with some difficulty, and her dark glasses were slid on over her eyes. She slipped some money in her pocket and stumbled out the door, and to the Starbuck's on the corner.

Bells jingled as she opened the door, leaning on it with all her weight. The barista didn't give her a second look; Chey was a regular.

"Can I get a triple shot caramel macciato with extra caramel and whipped cream?" She managed to say without slurring too terribly. An exchange of the bills, and a few moments later, Chey had her coffee, and was seated by a window, lounging in a chair, carelessly sipping at the hot liquid.

A pleasant change from her last drink.

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I am one of those melodramatic fools;
(Neurotic to the bone no doubt, about it)

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Tagged: Quinn ^^
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Notes:(Sorry it gets worse near the end~)

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[quinnie]

*It's hard to say*
*I'd rather *

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Awhile ago Quinn had been at home, getting ready to go out and wander around the town. Brushing her hair, and talking to her grandma through the bathroom door. The party Quinn had thrown, went very well and she was feeling great about it especially since she was now with Lowe.

Now it was time for coffee and a scone though. So she had walked out of the house and down to the star bucks. Going over what she wanted in her mind. Reaching up she pushed back some of her wet blonde hair, she had a shower before deciding to go out for the walk.

Walking to the counter she smiled at the cashier."Tall white chocolate Mocha."she glanced towards the pastries."and a blue berry scone." as she walked over to wait for her order she noticed Cheyenne and nodded at her smiling."Hey." The young girl said to the other.

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[CHEYENNE KINGSLEIGH]

Do you have the time to listen to me whine;
(About nothing and everything, all at once)

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Cheyenne had just begun to enjoy her break from the bathroom floor, a wave of welcomed sobriety washing over her, when a chipper voice that was all too familiar brought her back to earth with a simple 'Hey'.

Oh god, give me a break. Cheyenne thought bitterly as Quinn smiled at her, rolling her eyes behind her dark shades. The perky blonde in front of her was the last person she wanted to see, besides Simon himself. But then again, Quinn wasn't so bad; to Cheyenne, Quinn was nothing more than a puppy, a sweet little thing that didn't know the difference between right and wrong. She wouldn't tell her this, but it was fitting.

"Oh, hey Quinn." She paused for a sip of her coffee. "Rockin' party, by the way, I'm still hungover from it," She had never stopped drinking, of course, and she had no idea when the party had been. Cheyenne also did not add the last part she had been persevering over, 'Oh, and I slept with Simon, in your house'.

She took another long drink and straightened up. Maybe Quinn would be the perfect person to tell, she seemed like she could keep a secret. All Chey knew was that if she did not tell someone, she would possibly implode from the anxiety.

She gestured to the seat across from her, nodding for Quinn to sit if she wanted to.

"Be a doll, tell me what day it is?" Cheyenne asked, cringing as she removed her glasses. The sun was a lot brighter than she remembered.

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Tagged: Quinn ^^
Outfit:CLICK HERE
Notes:(x.x Crap, sorry~)

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[quinnie]

*It's hard to say*
*I'd rather *

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Quinn stood there, sipping on her coffee and biting into her scone. It was kind of nice seeing someone from the party after it, and it was nice to hear that the party had done so well. "Thanks" Quinn said as she pushed back some of her hair.

Quinn smiled as she caught onto Chey's joking slightly. After all the party had been two nights ago on a Friday it was now Sunday. So obviously the girl had been doing something to keep sobriety away. "Glad to hear you had a good time.'she said as she laughed slightly.

Quinn looked down at her drink, and continued to drink some more and nodded. 'It's a Sunday."she said. "I'm glad you came to the party by the way."she said softly."Must of missed you though, didn't see you at all." Then again....Lowe had taken up all her time.

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[CHEYENNE KINGSLEIGH]

Do you have the time to listen to me whine;
(About nothing and everything, all at once)

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It was already Sunday? Oh shit. Even though she had been aware that a couple days had passed, she was still shocked that it had been so long. Time flies when you're drunk off your ass, she supposed.

Cheyenne sighed quietly as Quinn spoke. Of course you didn't see me, she thought, mentally kicking herself. She hadn't even thought to say hi to the blonde beforehand, and after the only thing on her mind was getting the hell out of dodge. Proper party etiquette wasn't at the top of her priorities list.

"Yeah, I was, uh...with Simon," She said, without coming out directly and saying what she had done with the boy. Quinn would probably think she had been ruffing the boy up a bit more, and like many people, assumed Chey hated him. To an extent, they were right. She hated him for what he made her think, for what she had done, but on the other hand, she was strangely addicted to the rush that being with men brought.

SShe took a deep breath, preparing herself for the immense release she was about to make.

"When I say I was with him, I mean...I had sex with Simon,"

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I am one of those melodramatic fools;
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Tagged: Quinn ^^
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[quinnie]

Quinn nodded not really caring she didn't stop and say Hi. She was just surprised that the girl would even show up at a party she threw.

Quinn nodded as she spoke, not thinking much on the whole with Simon thing. She probably just roughed him up a bit, or yelled at him or something.

So as she took a long sip of her coffee, she choked on it hearing Chey say that she slept with Simon. She coughed and wiped at her mouth with a napkin. "I...but..."she looked shocked. "But don't you like girls?"she asked. Stunned.

[CHEYENNE KINGSLEIGH]

Do you have the time to listen to me whine;
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"But don't you like girls?" The other girl had asked. It was the same thing Simon had asked, and both had seemed positively shocked. For such an innocent question, it sure made her blush. Cheyenne felt her cheeks burn with color, and she stuttered for a legible answer.

"Well, I...sort of, I dunno," Stalling, she tried to take yet another drink of her coffee, but found it empty. When had she drank the last of it? "He-I guess busting in a guy's nose was a turn on for me," Chey joked, weakly.

She fiddled with her empty cup, not sure what to do, or say.

"You can keep a secret, right? 'Cuz I'm not really, you know, like sure if I even like...like boys, or whatever," Pathetically, she glanced up at the other girl, with a weary smile. She could trust Quinn, and even if she couldn't, the fact that the blonde had watched her smash Simon's nose in should scare her a little bit into keeping quiet.

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I am one of those melodramatic fools;
(Neurotic to the bone no doubt, about it)

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Tagged: Quinn ^^
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Notes:(NOTES HERE)

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[quinnie]

Quinn was surprised was she blushing? throwing away her napkin she chuckled slightly at her little turn on joke and pushed back some more of her hair.

Of course Quinn was going to keep this a secret. It was something private and she deserved to have that privacy."I won't tell a soul."she said as she crossed her heart. Man that was childish.

"If it makes you feel better I could tell you a secret." This was something she learned from Middle school, someone tells you a secret and you tell them one to encourage both parties to not talk.

[CHEYENNE KINGSLEIGH]

Do you have the time to listen to me whine;
(About nothing and everything, all at once)

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Relief filled her body; she had let go of the thing that had been nagging at her mind, and Quinn hadn't run screaming to the nearest gossip queen with Chey's juicy secret. Another thought crossed her mind.

"Wait, you aren't mad?" She asked, her face twisted in confusion. "I thought you, like, I dunno, liked him?"

Ahe last she had heard, Quinn had an obsessive schoolgirl crush on Simon, and Cheyenne had been worried that she would try to rip her apart for stealing her, uh, whatever he was to her. But Quinn seemed very calm, and collected. She even offered to share a secret of her own. Chey respected that.

"Uh, sure." She said, uncertainly. What secret could Quinn have that would be the equivalent to that?

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Tagged: Quinn ^^
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[quinnie]

Quinn looked down a bit embarrassed when she brought up her old crush on Simon. She shook her head. "It was a stupid shallow crush, and wouldn't go anywhere."she admitted. "Besides..."she smiled shyly."I'm with Lowe."

She nodded looking around. It was big to her, even if it wasn't to many other people. She sighed. "You know the hookers, that lounge around the bad side of town?"she asked softly.

"One of them."she said softly looking down."The cheapest one, with the short black hair is my mother."she sighed."It's why I dislike women that just....throw it around like that for some money and drugs."

[CHEYENNE KINGSLEIGH]

Do you have the time to listen to me whine;
(About nothing and everything, all at once)

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Cheyenne smiled, a real smile, when the girl in front of her told her about her new, ah, beau. Quinn and Lowe? So cliche, but hell, they'd be a cute couple for the duration of their relationship, which Chey assumed would last longer than the average college fling. Those two were different, something set them apart from the rest of the young adults, and maybe they actually were made for each other.

As Quinn revealed her secret, Cheyenne whistled softly. That would explain just about everything about Quinn that there was to question. The girl's mother was a whore, and not in the light sense of the word.

"Wow bro, that's..." What could she say? Anything she might usually say would make her seem like it was just being blown off as nothing. She trailed off instead, shaking her head. Her own mother was a tightly-wound conservative woman, married to a third generation farmer. Both her parents were ashamed of their black sheep daughter, and she hadn't had much contact with them since she ran away at 17.

"That sucks,"

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I am one of those melodramatic fools;
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Tagged: Quinn ^^
Outfit:CLICK HERE
Notes:(NOTES HERE)

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[quinnie]

Quinn nodded and rubbed the back of her head slightly.'Yeah."she said softly. "Its why Grandpa is so strict." she shrugged."Doesn't want me to be a copy of her, and he blames her for why I am...the way I am."

She finished her coffee wondering why she was opening up so much. Maybe it was because.....it felt good to open up to another girl. Make another friend.

"Yeah it blows."she said shrugging again. "But you learn to deal."she finished her scone. " A lot of things in life suck, but there are also really good parts."