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Quinn is in the bedroom of her apartment, she is dressed in a short light pink satin bathrobe – with a towel wrapped around her head. Since she can’t go her regular spa back home, she has spent the entire day doing her own home spa activities. She’s done the long luxurious bath (with extra bubbles), she’s done the face mask, she’s done her nails (both fingers and toes), and now she is dancing around her room sipping lemonade and eating cookies. She had thought about getting some fruity alcoholic drink, but decided against it. If possible she never wants to touch booze again.

The music is playing full blast, it’s an old cheesy pop song, which makes her think of Mr. Schuster and the rest of the glee club. A part of her misses them, and there is a tiny part of her that doesn’t. A tiny part of her which is happy she is here, happy she is away from them and their judgment and drama.

The song on the radio switches, to one she recognizes and she immediately begins to sing, the dancing is becoming more like jumping as she spins and twirls about the room.

“There’s a fire starting in my heart. Reaching a fever pitch and it’s bringing me out the dark,” Quinn sings, as she sets her lemonade glass down on a side table and grabs the television remote to use as a pretend microphone. “Finally I can see you crystal clear, go ahead and sell me out and I’ll lay your ship bear.”

She keeps twirling as she sings the verses, getting more and more into the song. If anything this is what she misses the most. She misses the music, even if she was a background singer; there was just something about singing.

When the chorus starts up Quinn jumps up onto her bed, her hair towel flying off. “We could have had it all-all-all! Rolling in the dee-eee-eeep! You had my heart and so-ou-ou-oul. You had my heart inside your hand! But you played it to the beat!”

She starts to jump on the bed now. She jumps up and down like a little kid on Christmas. It might as well be Christmas, losing herself in the music, has the exact same magic Christmas once held to her.

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[ it's nice to see someone dancing around and having such a good time like this, but willow can't help wondering if quinn's like her: doing things like this to try to block out everything else. she debates for a few minutes and then finally just goes for it. ]

You look like you're having fun.

[ quinn falls to the bed without jumping back up, she hadn't expected to hear a voice. she pushes her hair of her eyes and stares at the tablet. crap! ]

Hey Willow. Um, yeah. [ she laughs slightly. ] I am actually. But now I'm kind of embarrassed.

[ willow looks a little embarrassed herself. ]

I-I didn't mean to interrupt. It's been a long time since I did anything like that.

[ quinn glances over at the plate of cookies and pitcher of lemonade. she grins and looks back at the screen. ]

No time like the present. You can come over and partake in the fun.

Oh... I, uh, don't want to interrupt.

[ but that could be fun... she hesitates. ]

[ quinn grins, and grabs the towel and dries her hair. ]

You wouldn't be! Not one bit.

[ quinn has really missed this, girl time. worrying about absolutely nothing asides from the amount of fun you were going to have. it had been way to long and the realization makes quinn feel old. ]

I can more more cookies. I've actually gotten pretty good at baking.

Oh... [ a slow smile spreads across her face. ]

Okay.. Um... if you really don't mind, then I'll come right over. We can make a girl's night of it. O-okay?

I really don't! I'll go throw some real cloths on, and put on another batch of cookies.

[ she smiles a little wider. quinn can't remember the last time she's had a girl's night, and now would be perfect. ]

I can't remember the last time I had one of those - this is going to be great!

Okay! I'm coming!

[ she just has to make sure the cat's fed, but she'll be down as soon as she can be, quinn, knocking on the door once she's there. ]

Be careful with that, or I might have to record you for the elevators.

Edited 2011-07-26 05:31 (UTC)

Oh cra - Mr Luthor, hi. [ pause ] Or you should be careful, I might take that as a challenge.

Paul watches for a moment; he doesn't know the song but she has a half-decent voice. He has a love-hate relationship with song-- for every opera he has (well, had) on vinyl back in the real world there's a distasteful memory of his mother, of too many hours spent at a piano's keys, of droning choirboys and drills on the composers. Suffice to say he has no Christmas-like giddy joy for singing.

But it's the girl who'd been bitten; so that too is what prompts him to wait through the song, until she's done, then clear his throat as he opens a transmission.

"Hi.... Quinn, wasn't it? I don't know if you remember me, Paul Smecker, we spoke once but you were, ah, experiencing blood loss at the time."

Quinn looks slightly startled at hearing a voice, and then almost embarrassed. Almost but she quickly covers it up with a smile.

"I remember," she nods. Even though she wishes she could forget. "I never got a chance to thank you for your help. So thank you."

"I didn't do much," Paul says dryly. "I wish I'd been able to do more.

"Are you... doing okay, from all that?"

Playing therapist isn't exactly his strong suit. But from one bite-ee to another, he feels he has to at least ask.

"You still did something," Quinn replies. "A lot of people just ignored my message." Quinn can't help but wonder if she would have done that had their positions been reversed.

"Um," she paused for a moment to think. She knows who has attacked her now, and knows that they're sorry. Still, she has had a few nightmares. "As well as can be expected, I guess."

"Yeah, welcome to Taxon," he answers dryly at her words of people just ignoring the message. "I'm FBI-- well, I was-- and the whole 'civil servant' thing hasn't been kicked out of me yet. Alas."

He nods a little at her not-quite-an-answer; what's unsaid there is as telling as what she does say.

"I had the particular joy of having someone nom on my throat too, a few months before you," he says while digging out his cigarettes. "While I am a terrible fu-- a terrible person for the role of sympathetic ear, I.... just wanted to check on you from the position of knowing what if feels like. It's not okay that it happened to you. This city... warps your sensibilities of what's normal, after a while, but hold on to that: it's not okay."

Stefan is clapping. Slowly. And while the slow clap is usually used to mock, there's a warm smile on his face to indicate that he's not mocking, just lightly teasing.

For a moment Quinn looks absolutely mortified, then she quickly makes sure she is decent - at least as decent as one can be in a bathrobe.

"Stefan! Did...did you see all of that?"

He nods, shrugging. "As much as was recorded. Nice voice."He nods, shrugging. "As much as was recorded. Nice voice."

Quinn blushes a little. She isn't used to getting complimented on her voice, she's a background singer not a soloist. She's no Rachel, but really thank God, baby Jesus and all his angels for that!

"Thank you," she pushes damp hair behind her ear. "I don't normally do this by the way, that would be...weird."

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