#dashquinn

[charlies--web-blog]

I’ve got a dare for you.

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Hey, I was not Prom Queen.  Okay…I was…but it was my junior prom, not my senior prom, so does it really count? At my senior prom I wasn’t queen.  I was first runner up.

No chocolate milk. That’s kid’s stuff. Welcome to the big leagues. I dare you to go with me to- wait for it……….the mall.

Q. I was there. I spiked the punch, but I still know what happened. ...I also may or may not have been the one who tripped the actual prom queen on her way to accepting her tiara. Shh, I never admitted to that. 

Chocolate milk is kid’s stuff but having to pull a low blow and dare me to go to the mall isn’t? Wait, there’s a fucking mall on a deserted island? Why?! And can’t I just swim into the middle of the ocean and play rock, paper, scissors with a shark?

[mastersamevansjonesarchive]

I don't know why you wouldn't, given that I've always been brutally honest with you even when you whine about it. Like you said before, my problem wasn't with Ryder it was with you so you shouldn't have any reason not to believe it but whether you do or don't really doesn't matter. I just wanted to let you know that attempting to tire out the competition is weak, and that I'll see you friday.

But that wasn’t what I was attempting to do, Princess… it was just a side-effect. And now you’re taking whatever problem you have with me on Ryder. You said yourself you weren’t feeling guilty about it. So yes, you’re transferring. I’m not a bad guy here, and neither is Ryder. The little cow’s been really well behaved. I hope you sleep well tonight.

[mastersamevansjonesarchive]

No, I was feeling him out, to see if he planned to throw the match or anything himself. He made it clear he was saving his ass and that was fine. I was waiting to discuss it with Rachel since she and BRody were who I'd be answering to, but you ended up making up my mind for me anyhow.

You know Quinn, I just don’t even know if I can believe you. You’ve done nothing good for me in the past month. You’ve been on my case since we arrived here. So this entire thing is irrelevant. You didn’t like your training session? I’m sorry to hear that. You say you’re not gonna go easy on Ryder? Well then… may the best man win.

[mastersamevansjonesarchive]

I'm not going to fault anyone for anything. I just was letting you know that I was willing to work with you on this whole thing, and after tonight I'm not. You want to play for real, we will.

If you’d wanted to make a deal, you should’ve made one earlier. Apparently you and Ryder told each other to bring it or something? Doesn’t seem like someone who wants to deal to me.

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No I mean he blatantly told me he cared more abotu saving his hide them one of ours. He blatantly told me he had to win so he didn't get whipped. I don't think he gives a crap. Though, I wouldn't be surprised if the both of you are shady enough to say compeltely different things in private than you're willing to say out loud.

You think Ryder and I have private conversations? Other than “yeah, good punch little cow” I didn’t talk to him much today.

What do you think we talk about? Do you think our supposed hatred of you is a bonding subject?Look, don’t be ridiculous. The boy doesn’t want to be whipped. Good for him. He’s not into being whipped. Fault him for that, if you dare.

[mastersamevansjonesarchive]

You decided you needed to tire me out for this whole thing, spent the entire night like that for a fight, that I'm supposed to just take lying down to save a kid who doesn't give a damn about protecting any of us and admitted to that?

Well you’re saint Quinn.

So… yes, of course. Because you would never let another human being suffer by your fault.

Ryder doesn’t care? Oh trust me, he cares a lot. He’s tried to talk me out of certain things… before I taught him his place with a milking machine that is. You probably just decided not to listen to him or his reasons when he talked. Kinda like you do with me.

[mastersamevansjonesarchive]

You really needed to do an experiment do know that one girl who eats a single sandwhich a day can't take on a room full of 200 pound men? Forget it. For the record, as of this morning, I was going to throw the match, so that no matter what Ryder wouldn't have to be whipped. Now I'm not. If the two of you want to play dirty, then fine. We'll fight.

You have a problem with me, you always have had one… but now you’re bringing Ryder onto this? He had nothing to do with our time together, I’d warned both you and Danny I’d use whoever he wasn’t protecting. You practically begged me to change the deal though, which is exactly what happened.

So yeah… you hate me. But if you suddenly decide that Ryder is no longer worthy of you “saving” him, that’s on you and has nothing to do with me.

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Exhausting me when I need to train tomorrow. Were you afraid Ryder isn't capable? Was weakening me your angle?

That might have played a part, but honestly my angle was Danny modifying his deal. I didn’t need to stay away from you anymore so I didn’t.

Did you have fun? The guards say you were no match for them…