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21, Quinn, dealer. Here for a good time, not a long time. There's nothing else you need to know about me.

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llrchlbrry‌:

“I wasn’t naive, I knew exactly what I was doing.” Her obsession for attention had gotten the best of her, hell that was the very reason she was now a stripper. She had to be in the spotlight, she didn’t know how to live without being noticed. Laughing she nodded. “I mean, I kissed my dream goodbye for the meantime at least I’m sure at some point I may be able to go to the West End without a problem but I’ll never be able to go back to New York. Maybe I’ll join a tour company.” She shrugged. “I’m okay though, I have a job that I actually like and I’m making good money. I’ll be okay, I’ll always be okay.”

Quinn noticed how nonchalant the girl was and it was strange to her. Not in the sense that she didn’t believe Rachel-- of course, she believed her. She had no reason to believe she was lying. She just imagined herself in Rachel’s position and all she could see was herself breaking and not handling this with nearly as much grace as the brunette obviously was. Maybe that was a testament to how weak she was, she thought. “A tour company.” She repeated after the girl, a smile appearing on her face after a moment in response to Rachel’s infectious laugh-- despite her thoughts. “Well..It’s clear you like performing and I’m sure you’ll figure out how to get back in it all. “ She took a sip of her drink, clearing her throat before speaking again. “So what do you do now, then?” 

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gradiangabriel‌:

That could definitely be it.

Originally posted by sleepy-barnes

I know I don’t go out of my way to seem approachable.

Take it from someone who’s been told they have resting bitch face. I wouldn’t say it doesn’t play to my advantage sometimes, though.  

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gradiangabriel‌:

Can’t say I do. I just know I rarely get hit on as it is and it’s almost always by drunks in the pub.

Originally posted by stanningbucky

Ever think it’s ‘cause you’re unapproachable? 

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llrchlbrry‌:

She laughed lightly and twirled the end of a strand of hair between her fingers. “So things just sort of continued, he got what he wanted and I was a star of my dream role. The entire thing was mutually satisfying so it wasn’t like it was all about sex on his side so it was whatever after a while. However…” Rachel said as she took a sip of her drink. “When award season came and we didn’t win anything he sort of lost it. He ended the show and outed me to all the big wigs of Broadway for sleeping with him to get to the top. So blackballed from getting any sort of role ever again I came back to Europe. My dads are still a big deal in the West End so I didn’t dare go back to London, even if they thankfully don’t know, and moved here instead.”

Quinn’s brows raised in a look of disbelief. She hadn’t realized Rachel would have said yes to such an arrangement-- but then again, looks could be deceiving and so far, Rachel was throwing surprises at her at every turn. She grimaced lightly between bites of her food at the image of a young Rachel being treated like that. She purposefully nodded too, to make sure the girl knew she was actually listening and not just here for the ride and food. “Alright.” She started, instinctively rubbing her hands together over her food, to get rid of the bits of crumbs. “First, that director was a bag of dicks. And more important than that, was he at least cute? I mean..” She paused, making a face of discomfort. “..I can’t help but think you got, like, taken advantage of, in a way. Your naivety, I mean.” She clarified at the end, “Regardless, that sounds hard. Are you..okay? I know that’s a weird thing to ask..considering everything.” She sheepishly asked. 

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llrchlbrry‌:

She cleared her throat and thought of where to begin. It was quite traumatic when she thought about it and honestly if she hadn’t stopped giving two shits months ago she would probably be in therapy. Instead she chose to give in to her new rep and need for applause to live and chose the complete opposite and chose a new career that made sense to the new her. “So I moved to New York when I was 18, fully prepared to live the American dream on Broadway but it wasn’t happening. When auditions for Funny Girl opened I was first in line. I was a shoe in for the part but the director saw me in a different light.” She shrugged taking a breathe and putting her mind into savage mode to not show emotion about it. “It was fairly simple, have an affair with him or have no role.” Rachel looked at Quinn and shrugged again. “Should I stop? I probably sound like a laughing stock already.”

Quinn listened with rapt attention, eyes focused and not hooded with being severely fucked up for once. She turned a bit in the car, her body sort of facing Rachel’s direction, a leg tucked under the other with her food settled on top for her to munch on. She narrowed her gaze at the girl-- she was far too nonchalant about this. There was more to it-- but she wouldn’t push. She knew how it felt to be bothered about something and not want to be pushed about it-- especially when it came to people she wasn’t close with. “What?” She gave Rachel a look of disbelief. “That’s crazy. You don’t sound like a laughing stock, Rach. Just continue. I’m listening.” She pursed her lips before adding, “Really, don’t stop. I’m already invested.” She joked a little. 

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llrchlbrry‌:

“Oh yes, I suppose it would be time for my story.” She mused as she went through the drive thru and ordered what appeared to be the best thing for Quinn and then something vegan oriented for herself. Pulling off to the far end of the lot she parked and turned towards the pink haired girl. “It’s not a problem, really but you are welcome.”

Quinn let out a soft chuckle at the mention of her story. She recalled their text conversation from about an hour ago-- the brief little taste of Rachel Berry’s supposed eventful backstory-- particularly, the sexual sabotage. At the very least, Quinn was intrigued. Rachel was attractive, yes-- but she had such an innocent vibe around her that it was hard to imagine anything otherwise. “So I guess we’ll build up to the uh..” She paused, “sexual sabotage, you mentioned?” 

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llrchlbrry‌:

“I was more than glad to be out, I headed for America, which thinking about it now I probably should have just headed for the West End for my career instead.” She mused as she turned into the Taco Joint. “What will be your food of choice? My treat of course.”

“Why’s that?” she mused as she mulled over what she’ll be getting. She wasn’t too hungry at the moment but she knew the munchies would kick in at some point, so she wanted to make sure she at least got a snack. “Um...anything with bacon. Tacos with the most bacon on it would be ideal.” She let out a breath, winding down from her high a little more. “Thanks.” She added. 

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TEXT 📲 QUINN/RYLEE

Ry: I'm fairly certain it was just my upbringing, love. I'm a doctor, I'm not in it for the money. I'm in it to help people, specifically to save them via surgeries but, small details

quinn: Shit, doc

quinn: if heaven is a real thing, you're a shoo-in

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gradiangabriel‌:

Ask them I guess?

You don’t know, then?

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ghculsby‌:

No, never, of course. What was I thinking? — almost, not quite.

You’re a shithead~

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llrchlbrry‌:

“It really wasn’t that big of a deal, honestly. I mean people will alway say something to you regardless of the situation. I was making it easy on them so that they weren’t uncomfortable for having to find something I can eat.” She shrugged again before looking back at the road. “I was picked on a lot in school, you just sort of get used to it.”

Quinn nodded in understanding slowly. “Yeah, yeah, I guess you’re right.” She looked over at the girl. “That isn’t something you should have to get used to, though. But..yeah, totally get it." She gave the girl a bit of an incredulous look-- her brows quirked and lips in a small grimace. “I’m sure you’re glad to be out of school then, given all that?”

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viennacavaliere‌:

“Why didn’t anyone tell me that looking for a shop would be this hard? I mean how hard is it to find a vacant place for rent?”

“What’re you lookin’ for, exactly?” 

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Text 📱 Roommates

Mike: Hey, you at home?

Mike: Power still out?

Quinn: 'Course I am

Quinn: Seems like it. I woke up from a nap and tried to turn on the light-- didn't work, though

Quinn: Where are you?

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TEXT 📲 QUINN/RYLEE

Ry: How am I nice? Because I was raised that way.

quinn: well you patched me up

quinn: without charging me, btw. and now you're offering to me somewhere safe. not that im in an unsafe place-- just a weird place.

quinn: nah, that ain't it

quinn: people are raised perfectly and end up being complete shit heads

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gradiangabriel‌:

I’m pretty used to getting hit on at the pub, for obvious reasons, but today was the first time in a while a sober person has done it. Couldn’t help but look around to see if they were talking to someone else…

Why’s a person gotta be fucked up to see you’re cute? 

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llrchlbrry‌:

“Does he end up any worse situations?” Rachel asked as she bit her lip as they drove. “That must be hard, being in the same business as your family and having to protect each other.” She continued. “Yes, you will definitely have to get used to it. I don’t exactly give anyone a choice not too.” She teased before humming as she thought about an exact timeframe. “I was a preteen, I think. Twelve maybe thirteen. It’s actually not difficult either, sometimes I have to work around menus and I’m pretty used to taking my own carryout to a party but It’s not too bad and my health is better because of it.”

Quinn shrugged again, “I wouldn’t say that he actually ends up in worse situations. I don’t really want to put his business out there, but I just worry about him. He’s my brother, I can’t help it.” Quinn speaking so openly like this wasn’t very often. It took a good mix of weed and other substances for her to reach a smooth high to where she isn’t bugged out, all antsy but isn’t in a depressive or nearly comatose state either. This was her middle point-- where her head was clear enough of all the awful things but wasn’t cloudy enough to change her behavior or mind-set. “You took your own carryout to parties..” She paused, an amused look gracing her demeanor again. “...And people didn’t say anything to you? Like, tease you or anything?” She thought back to grade school and just how utterly savage classmates could be. Being different, sometimes, didn’t bode well unless you had tough skin. She knew this very well.