A Drink or two || Quinntana
Quinn catiously got out of her taxi checking she had the right place. When she was certain she had, she paid the fare and walked up to the entrance. Catching her reflection she stopped amd gazed at herself. She was wearing a short red dress that clung to her figure perfectly and a leather jacket that covered the length of her arms and of course the small but prominent bruises that resided there. Entering the bar, she looked around to see if she could spot Santana. She felt nervous, and she couldnt work out if it was because of the brunette she was meeting or the idea of Ian finding out where she was. She shook away the thought of her heavy handed boyfriend and made her way to the bar.She would enjoy tonight,even if it killed her. Quinn ordered her first drink and patiently waited for Santana to arrive.