Room 317, Saturday Night
Quinn thought about it, she really did, but she decided not to go home.
Mostly -- though she wouldn't admit it -- it was about not being brave enough to go home and see what was gone. It was easier to live in denial when she was at least a little ignorant.
So she was more or less trying to do normal stuff. Like returning a prank call. If she had the source a little twisted, well, she was not necessarily at her best.
That done, she sat down on her bed and tried to read, some stupid fluffy chicklit story about people she kind of wanted to smack. It wasn't going so well: She kept having to go back and reread every third word.
[OOC:Door cracked, post open!]
Mostly -- though she wouldn't admit it -- it was about not being brave enough to go home and see what was gone. It was easier to live in denial when she was at least a little ignorant.
So she was more or less trying to do normal stuff. Like returning a prank call. If she had the source a little twisted, well, she was not necessarily at her best.
That done, she sat down on her bed and tried to read, some stupid fluffy chicklit story about people she kind of wanted to smack. It wasn't going so well: She kept having to go back and reread every third word.
[OOC:Door cracked, post open!]