set: during the event location: gemini art gallery closed with @maliahorton
“Shit.” Her mother would accuse Quinn of being unladylike – which is exactly what she didn’t want right now. Her parents had claimed they wouldn’t be at the event. So why is her mother on the threshold right now? Before she can be noticed and likely chastised (for her outfit, for her state of semi-tipsiness, for the call she missed earlier that day), Quinn ducks behind someone and puts her head on a swivel. A distraction. She needs a distraction, someone to talk to, something to do so she’s not just standing here, waiting to be seen... “Oh.” She practically sighs in relief at the sight of a familiar face and slides into Malia’s view quickly. “Hello. Sorry, this is – not my most graceful. But I, um...” Quinn cranes her neck then, displeased at her mother’s trajectory, pivots both herself and Malia around to get out of the woman’s line of sight. “Hi. How’s your night? Are you willing to talk to me for five minutes? I just need a hiding place for five minutes. Ten, maximum.”