3rd Floor Girls Bathroom, Sunday Night

[chief_cheerio]

After the brunch, Quinn had taken a page she'd torn out of Cosmo to Theodoric's of York, handed it to a stylist, and watched in satisfaction as the long hair fell away from her face. It was therapeutic; she looked like an adult now, not like some little girl who'd spent all weekend halfway waiting for Mommy and Daddy to show up

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[regretiz4suckas]

Kenzi was getting ready for bed, so wandered in with her toothbrush in hand, pajamas already on. She stopped to stare, then got closer. To stare.

"Are you... dying your hair?"

[chief_cheerio]

"Does it look like I'm building a birdhouse?" Quinn asked, and rubbed some more dye into her locks. "Yes. I am dying my hair. Just like you and Ramona do every other week or something."

[regretiz4suckas]

"Hunh. I didn't think you'd ever do that," Kenzi said, putting toothpaste on her brush. "Shows what I know." She tilted her head to watch, scrubbing her back teeth.

[chief_cheerio]

"It's been highlighted since I was fourteen," Quinn said absently. Probably it was an overshare, but fuck it, if she was dying her hair like a delinquent she could do that. "I'm annoyed neither of my parents came. This is me acting out."

She was sarcastic, but she also wasn't.

Quinn tilted her head at the mirror, trying to see if it looked like she'd gotten the dye gel all the way to her roots.

[regretiz4suckas]

Blink. Wow. Another thing she'd never think Quinn would say. But... hey. Kenzi spit out her mouthful of toothpaste and said, "And I'm relieved mine didn't, so this is me, acting normal. For me." She rinsed out her mouth, then came over to watch, clinical. "Think they'll be appropriately horrified if it looks good on you?"

[chief_cheerio]

"You didn't hatch from an egg?" Quinn asked, almost interested. "And -- my mom will be horrified until she's convinced this doesn't mean I'm going to start taking off my clothes in public and won't keep me from getting into her sorority. My dad's barely noticed me in months, so who can say?"

She took her eyes off the mirror, glanced to Kenzi. "It felt like a very long weekend."

[regretiz4suckas]

"Oh yeah." In a good way, in parts, like meeting Ray, and Agent Burke, and even, yeah, Tatya Ludmilla. But still. It had brought up a lot of... stuff. "I have parents. Well. A mom. And a stepdad." Kenzi shrugged, then smirked. "And a huge network of cousins and aunts who managed to track me down and send a representative to give me the 'you never call, you never write, are you scamming the idiots' speech." She leaned against the wall, watching Quinn in the mirror. "So your mom really is uptight, hunh?"

The missing dad thing... felt a little too raw to touch.

[chief_cheerio]

"Popularity is huge with her. She was prom queen every single year, high school and college," Quinn explained. "My sister, too. If I'm not...."

She let the sentence drop as she found an old comb and started combing the dye through her hair. The truth was, she did want prom queen; she just figured she could have pink hair for a while and then pick her life back up. She'd plead temporary insanity.

"So your whole family seriously rips people off? Like, as a job?"

[regretiz4suckas]

"That sounds like so much work," Kenzi said in disbelief. "For something that won't last. Or that you'd have to just-- do again." She tried to picture that, and shook her head. "If you're not, what?"

"And not the whole family." She shrugged. "The ones who remember Russia, they do it more. You can't trust the system. It's better to be prepared, do stuff off the books, even if it's legit." She climbed up and perched on one sink, watching Quinn and considering. "The cut's cute."

[chief_cheerio]

"I love the cut," Quinn acknowledged, with an easy smile. "Oh, nothing horrible will happen, she'll just be -- disappointed. She still brings up that I quit cheering. Like, a year ago."

"It's important," she added defensively. "Popular people smile more. Smiling more makes you healthier. I read it in Cosmo."

[regretiz4suckas]

"So... being popular makes you happy, and happy makes you healthy?" Cosmo?? Quinn, Quinn, Quinn... The next time they were at loggerheads, Cosmo was getting quoted. But not the stuff about the parents. "Whatever works for you, I guess. Although your mom needs to lighten up." Kenzi smirked. A lot. "The hair should help."

[chief_cheerio]

"Mmm," Quinn confirmed. She was occupied setting a timer for how long it'd be before she could rinse the dye out; she'd never thought to doubt the reliability of Cosmo. "Either she'll lighten up, or she'll have a heart attack. I hope it's the first one."

[regretiz4suckas]

"Good luck with that." Kenzi looked amused. "It's only fair. If she's not here to see the hair, you get to do what you want with it."

[chief_cheerio]

"Not to mention, it's attached to my head," Quinn pointed out. "I'm not making her dye hers."

[regretiz4suckas]

"'Xactly." Kenzi hopped off the sink. "Hope for you yet, Quinn." She flashed her a wicked grin and a devil's horns as she headed for the door. "Next step, vandalism!"