#f2f qf

[bakedberry]

skype: rachel & quinn

[ Dinner and dishes done, Rachel left Jesse alone on the couch, the television as his only company, and retreated to her room for some privacy. She got herself situated, settling against and wedging herself between the many colorful pillows at the head of her bed until she was comfortable. Draping a pillow across her lap, she placed her notebook atop, cracked open the lid, and waited for Skype to connect. Once it did, she selected the camera icon and waited for Quinn to answer. ]

[thetinystar]

[ f2f ] rachel/quinn

They’ve been driving since morning, and Rachel’s not sure where they are along the interstate, and honestly it doesn’t matter much since she knows they still have a few hours to go before they reach the hotel for the night. Though it would be easy enough to shoot off a quick text to Quinn about the current rooming situation, she figures talking the situation out in person could be beneficial. Rachel can read Quinn’s expression -- or do her best since Quinn’s poker face should have been put to use in Vegas -- and make sure that the answer she receives, that Quinn won’t mind if she and Marley swap, is genuine rather than Quinn feeling obligated to give an okay. 

Finding Quinn stretched out across her bunk, a book open and her gaze concentrated, Rachel waits until Quinn moves to flip a page before interrupting. She knocks twice along the wall besides the bunk and then settles to the ground, criss-crossing her legs as she goes. “Hi, Quinn. Do you have a moment?”