quinn-tessence replied to your post: Did you pick a name? Or two?
But Chewie is so fluffy, he could be a girl kitty.
Chewie is a boy. He cannot either.
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quinn-tessence replied to your post: Did you pick a name? Or two?
But Chewie is so fluffy, he could be a girl kitty.
Chewie is a boy. He cannot either.
NIGHT FALLS ON HOBOKEN → QUINN FABRAY
TAGGING → Quinn Fabray, Carter Baizen
TIME FRAME → Saturday Night, March 10th
THE LOCATION → Some farm in Hoboken, NJ
GENERAL NOTES → I hope it's okay that I skipped the whole getting ready and driving part, and instead just dropped them in the middle of everything.
As Carter stepped out of the cab, he could already hear the dull thump of the bass vibrating out from the barn on an otherwise quiet night. Getting out of the heart of the over crowded city had been his plan as soon as another weekend with Quinn had come about. While she didn't remember a lot of what they done together the first time, he decided that she was right when she said he shouldn't repeat it all. There was a whole big world out there, and his whole plan had been to show her that following the chosen path was overrated, or that was what he'd tell anyone who asked. The first weekend he was more than happy to annoy Chuck Bass in the process of things, and even he wasn't as sure about all his motives this time. He'd had a good time with Quinn, more than he was even expecting, so repeating it had been a no brainer.
"Ready to go?" he asked as he reached out to offer his hand to help her from the back of the cab. He secretly wondered if she was nervous at all given she had little control in where they went, or much of anything they did during the weekend. While she'd been a good sport the first time, even as he'd made her spend more of it in Brooklyn, he still expected her to put her foot down, or throw a tantrum of some sort. He'd been around the Upper East Side long enough to know that it was full of people who would have done both way before they entered New Jersey let alone when the car stop at some seemingly random farm away from most civilization. "It's going to be fun. I met a couple of the guys that live here a few weeks ago. They liked the poncho I was wearing." He'd skipped wearing another poncho tonight, but he was sure once they got inside that he would have easily fit in with one. As it was, his simple jeans and buttoned up plaid shirt would have to do, but he still felt it was worth mentioning. "They throw these parties, and you should hear some of the random bands that have stopped by. I thought the guy was lying at first, but it all checked out." Carter looked over to the medium sized barn as the large door opened and some of the noise and light from inside spilled out making it look much more inviting than when it was closed.
It’s a good thing I don’t know who King Curtis is…
Terrible. You should correct this and check out the Bacon is Good for Me remix.
TEXT TO QUINN FABRAY
PUCK: Spring break in Cancun. You'll be there, right?
PUCK: You know you wanna.
TEXT TO QUINN FABRAY
CARTER: How is that schedule of yours looking these days?
CARTER: Not that the newly crowned princess of the winter ball would have trouble finding things to do around valentine's day or anything, but you can't blame a guy for asking. You know, just in case.