Log: Niki & Quinn
WHO: Quinn and Niki.
WHAT: Quinn is jonsing and Niki is going riding, the two do not compute well
WHERE: Fabray House.
WHEN: Sunday, April 8th.
Quinn was not herself. She couldn’t believe everything that happened the previous night. The party, Grayson’s friends, the drinking, the drugs. It was all a mashed up whirlwind as she tried to remember everything now. They had just gotten back from the trip to the cabin and now Quinn was home and feeling pretty awful. She hadn’t slept much, she hadn’t eaten, and she looked around the kitchen for something to eat, but she didn’t like any of the options.
The blonde moved to the kitchen table and sat down. She placed her face in her hands and breathed out. She was thinking about cocaine. How it had made her feel, the taste of it, which was kinda gross, but she would put up with it again if she could just feel like that again. But no, she couldn’t, because that flash, that future she had seen, it was a warning. She couldn’t let herself become that. So, she couldn’t ever do what she did last night again. She thought about texting Gray, asking him when his friends might be around again. Maybe she could plan to do it once more though. And then never again. Just to be sure that’s how it really was. She let out a slow breath. This wasn’t good.
To make matters even worse, it was Sunday. Easter Sunday. She had lied to her parents about going with Grayson and his family to church, to Easter dinner. Who was she? What the hell was she doing? Her mother hadn’t been in sight, her father wasn’t around either. She wondered if they even had a full out dinner since she wasn’t here and neither was her sister. She wondered briefly if Niki was home but decided not to care. Fuck all of this. She just wanted to go to bed. Or do some more coke.
One thing that Niki had put his foot down on well before he had ever come to Lima was church. He had no use for it and did not go. Period. Perhaps it would have been different if the church his parents went to and he had grown up in hadn’t preached hatred of homosexuality, but Niki had rejected it completely and if that meant he was going to hell, then so be it. He refused to go though, religion in general left a bad taste in his mouth, though Niki couldn’t quite claim to be an atheist either. God was okay, it was religion he hated.
Coming downstairs clad in jeans and ready to go riding, he raised an eyebrow at Quinn. She looked a mess. “Ain’t you lookin’ mighty disheveled and debauched,” he commented, going to the fridge to see if there was any orange juice. He’d gotten coffee earlier. “Apparently I missed the party. Your parents know you’re not at church for Zombie Jesus day?”
The glare Quinn sent in Niki's direction would have killed him if it could. She dropped her arms to the table. "I went with Grayson," she flat out lied, quite easily, too. "They said it was okay." Her parents must be out. They might have went to her Aunt's house. Hadn't her mother mentioned something about it? Quinn couldn't remember. "And Jesus wasn't a Zombie, asshole," she added.
Ah. Niki wasn’t really concerned if she went or not, he just thought it was strange, “No?” he raised an eyebrow as he got the juice out. Toast? Bagel? Hmmm, decisions, decisions. “So he didn’t die and get resurrected? Good to know.”
"He did, but he didn't come back wanting to eat brains," she said coldly. "God, you are so fucking annoying." Quinn folded her arms on the table and rested her forehead on them. She closed her eyes. She should just go upstairs and go to bed. She was in a horrible mood. But she knew she probably wasn't going to be able to sleep. That would just piss her off even more.
Niki shrugged, “Well, not that it was recorded. But then, people seem to lie and edit things to fit what they want all the time, why should Jesus’s disciples be any different?” Getting a bagel, he turned the toaster on before gathering his hair up and beginning to braid it down his back with practiced ease, “Hey, you’re the one who looks like someone peed in their grapefruit and granola. I’m just getting ready to go to the stables like I normally do. Might go see about massacring a poor, innocent chocolate bunny too.”
“Yeah, ‘cause I’m sure they would have left out the part about Jesus gnawing on some people’s brains,” she retorted, still keeping her head down. “Easter sucks. I wanna go out again.” She wanted to go out and get something to make her feel better. Maybe she could get away. Her parents weren’t home, she could probably do it. But then who would she go to? Gray? He wouldn’t be of much help right now. Not unless he had some cocaine. She just wanted to feel less crappy. She wanted to feel normal again. Maybe she should eat. Quinn stood and moved to the refrigerator. She opened the door and stared at the contents. “Did my parents get you chocolate, too?” she asked. Usually they set up easter baskets for them that usually had candy or chocolate and some sort of gift, like an iTunes gift card or Blu-ray or something.
Easter did suck, but then, Niki was of the opinion that pretty much all holidays did. Actually, a lot of things sucked in his life, that was why he retreated to the stables as often as he did. That didn’t suck. “There was a chocolate rabbit and a gift card for Target with my name on it,” Niki said to her. “It wasn’t in a basket or anything,” he assumed it was an Easter present, but he was not entirely sure. The Fabray’s were...not the most expressive people. “There was a basket with your name on it in the living room.”
"Oh, that's good," she mumbled and threw the refrigerator door closed. Nothing sounded appetizing. Fuck. She needed to do something, though. Just being idle would drive her crazy. "You can have some of my chocolate if you want. I shouldn't be eating it anyway..." She began opening the cupboards and not closing them, wishing something would spark her interest.
Niki didn’t mind a proper chocolate bunny ravishing, but he didn’t usually care for too much chocolate. “You’re too skinny. I wouldn’t worry about eating it,” he replied as he tied off the end of his braid and went to get his bagel so he could slather it in cream cheese, “But thanks,” he watched her for a moment, “You okay?”
"I'm not that skinny," she muttered, offhand, as she debated some cereal. But she didn't want cereal. Or anything. She held back a sigh and glanced over at Niki. "Yeah... fine." She moved back to the table and sat down. She wasn't letting herself leave until she picked something to eat.
Debating her skinniness or lack thereof was really not something that Niki was interested in doing. He had long since learned that not only did Quinn have no idea what a healthy body weight or body image was, but neither did her parents. The girl was fine and wouldn’t believe otherwise because no one else thought so. “I’m going riding in a bit if you want to come,” he offered. Quinn just seemed off, but he wasn’t sure what it was. Maybe she was tired.
"Why would I wanna do that?" she snapped at him. She realized she was being harsh, but she couldn't help it. She was miserable and Niki was the only one around so she was going to take it out on him. But she knew she really shouldn't. "Besides, if my parents come home, I guess I should be here," she added, trying to be a little more friendly and conversational.
“Fresh air might make you nicer,” Niki retorted. He tried to be nice to Quinn, but she made it impossible. Regardless, he was going riding. He really didn’t care who was home, if anyone, when his aunt and uncle got home.
"Shut up," she grumbled. "I'm not in the mood for this." She rested her head back down and closed her eyes, groaning softly. She really felt like shit.
Snorting, Niki ate his bagel in silence, wondering if she was hungover or just pmsing. With Quinn, it was sort of hard to tell. Really, he just needed to stop talking to her or something. “You think about our duet?” he asked, not taking his own advice.
Quinn shook her head ever so slightly, but still kept it down. "No. You can pick. Just nothing gay." She meant gay as in lame, not homosexual.
Raising an eyebrow, he nodded. “Right then. Country it is,” Niki quipped. He had no idea what to pick, but he’d find something for her to complain about, he was sure.
“Yee haw,” Quinn replied sarcastically. But she honestly didn’t care too much about what song they did. She was certain she’d hate any song he chose, but at least this was better than working with someone like Berry or something. That would be annoying.
Niki did not listen to all country, in fact he considered himself a rock and roll fan first, but he couldn’t deny that his favourite artists all had something of a country-rock sort of sound, like Lynryd Skynyrd. He was the cowboy in school, he had a reputation to uphold too, and that meant more country. It wasn’t like they did a lot of country in glee, at least, he didn’t think so. Getting up, he put his dishes in the dishwasher and headed upstairs to brush his teeth so he could leave.
Quinn heard him leave and was glad for it. She was also looking forward to having the house to herself. She wondered if Grayson was caught up with family stuff by now. Maybe she could invite him over. But for now, she was staying at the table with her head down.
WHAT: Quinn is jonsing and Niki is going riding, the two do not compute well
WHERE: Fabray House.
WHEN: Sunday, April 8th.
Quinn was not herself. She couldn’t believe everything that happened the previous night. The party, Grayson’s friends, the drinking, the drugs. It was all a mashed up whirlwind as she tried to remember everything now. They had just gotten back from the trip to the cabin and now Quinn was home and feeling pretty awful. She hadn’t slept much, she hadn’t eaten, and she looked around the kitchen for something to eat, but she didn’t like any of the options.
The blonde moved to the kitchen table and sat down. She placed her face in her hands and breathed out. She was thinking about cocaine. How it had made her feel, the taste of it, which was kinda gross, but she would put up with it again if she could just feel like that again. But no, she couldn’t, because that flash, that future she had seen, it was a warning. She couldn’t let herself become that. So, she couldn’t ever do what she did last night again. She thought about texting Gray, asking him when his friends might be around again. Maybe she could plan to do it once more though. And then never again. Just to be sure that’s how it really was. She let out a slow breath. This wasn’t good.
To make matters even worse, it was Sunday. Easter Sunday. She had lied to her parents about going with Grayson and his family to church, to Easter dinner. Who was she? What the hell was she doing? Her mother hadn’t been in sight, her father wasn’t around either. She wondered if they even had a full out dinner since she wasn’t here and neither was her sister. She wondered briefly if Niki was home but decided not to care. Fuck all of this. She just wanted to go to bed. Or do some more coke.
One thing that Niki had put his foot down on well before he had ever come to Lima was church. He had no use for it and did not go. Period. Perhaps it would have been different if the church his parents went to and he had grown up in hadn’t preached hatred of homosexuality, but Niki had rejected it completely and if that meant he was going to hell, then so be it. He refused to go though, religion in general left a bad taste in his mouth, though Niki couldn’t quite claim to be an atheist either. God was okay, it was religion he hated.
Coming downstairs clad in jeans and ready to go riding, he raised an eyebrow at Quinn. She looked a mess. “Ain’t you lookin’ mighty disheveled and debauched,” he commented, going to the fridge to see if there was any orange juice. He’d gotten coffee earlier. “Apparently I missed the party. Your parents know you’re not at church for Zombie Jesus day?”
The glare Quinn sent in Niki's direction would have killed him if it could. She dropped her arms to the table. "I went with Grayson," she flat out lied, quite easily, too. "They said it was okay." Her parents must be out. They might have went to her Aunt's house. Hadn't her mother mentioned something about it? Quinn couldn't remember. "And Jesus wasn't a Zombie, asshole," she added.
Ah. Niki wasn’t really concerned if she went or not, he just thought it was strange, “No?” he raised an eyebrow as he got the juice out. Toast? Bagel? Hmmm, decisions, decisions. “So he didn’t die and get resurrected? Good to know.”
"He did, but he didn't come back wanting to eat brains," she said coldly. "God, you are so fucking annoying." Quinn folded her arms on the table and rested her forehead on them. She closed her eyes. She should just go upstairs and go to bed. She was in a horrible mood. But she knew she probably wasn't going to be able to sleep. That would just piss her off even more.
Niki shrugged, “Well, not that it was recorded. But then, people seem to lie and edit things to fit what they want all the time, why should Jesus’s disciples be any different?” Getting a bagel, he turned the toaster on before gathering his hair up and beginning to braid it down his back with practiced ease, “Hey, you’re the one who looks like someone peed in their grapefruit and granola. I’m just getting ready to go to the stables like I normally do. Might go see about massacring a poor, innocent chocolate bunny too.”
“Yeah, ‘cause I’m sure they would have left out the part about Jesus gnawing on some people’s brains,” she retorted, still keeping her head down. “Easter sucks. I wanna go out again.” She wanted to go out and get something to make her feel better. Maybe she could get away. Her parents weren’t home, she could probably do it. But then who would she go to? Gray? He wouldn’t be of much help right now. Not unless he had some cocaine. She just wanted to feel less crappy. She wanted to feel normal again. Maybe she should eat. Quinn stood and moved to the refrigerator. She opened the door and stared at the contents. “Did my parents get you chocolate, too?” she asked. Usually they set up easter baskets for them that usually had candy or chocolate and some sort of gift, like an iTunes gift card or Blu-ray or something.
Easter did suck, but then, Niki was of the opinion that pretty much all holidays did. Actually, a lot of things sucked in his life, that was why he retreated to the stables as often as he did. That didn’t suck. “There was a chocolate rabbit and a gift card for Target with my name on it,” Niki said to her. “It wasn’t in a basket or anything,” he assumed it was an Easter present, but he was not entirely sure. The Fabray’s were...not the most expressive people. “There was a basket with your name on it in the living room.”
"Oh, that's good," she mumbled and threw the refrigerator door closed. Nothing sounded appetizing. Fuck. She needed to do something, though. Just being idle would drive her crazy. "You can have some of my chocolate if you want. I shouldn't be eating it anyway..." She began opening the cupboards and not closing them, wishing something would spark her interest.
Niki didn’t mind a proper chocolate bunny ravishing, but he didn’t usually care for too much chocolate. “You’re too skinny. I wouldn’t worry about eating it,” he replied as he tied off the end of his braid and went to get his bagel so he could slather it in cream cheese, “But thanks,” he watched her for a moment, “You okay?”
"I'm not that skinny," she muttered, offhand, as she debated some cereal. But she didn't want cereal. Or anything. She held back a sigh and glanced over at Niki. "Yeah... fine." She moved back to the table and sat down. She wasn't letting herself leave until she picked something to eat.
Debating her skinniness or lack thereof was really not something that Niki was interested in doing. He had long since learned that not only did Quinn have no idea what a healthy body weight or body image was, but neither did her parents. The girl was fine and wouldn’t believe otherwise because no one else thought so. “I’m going riding in a bit if you want to come,” he offered. Quinn just seemed off, but he wasn’t sure what it was. Maybe she was tired.
"Why would I wanna do that?" she snapped at him. She realized she was being harsh, but she couldn't help it. She was miserable and Niki was the only one around so she was going to take it out on him. But she knew she really shouldn't. "Besides, if my parents come home, I guess I should be here," she added, trying to be a little more friendly and conversational.
“Fresh air might make you nicer,” Niki retorted. He tried to be nice to Quinn, but she made it impossible. Regardless, he was going riding. He really didn’t care who was home, if anyone, when his aunt and uncle got home.
"Shut up," she grumbled. "I'm not in the mood for this." She rested her head back down and closed her eyes, groaning softly. She really felt like shit.
Snorting, Niki ate his bagel in silence, wondering if she was hungover or just pmsing. With Quinn, it was sort of hard to tell. Really, he just needed to stop talking to her or something. “You think about our duet?” he asked, not taking his own advice.
Quinn shook her head ever so slightly, but still kept it down. "No. You can pick. Just nothing gay." She meant gay as in lame, not homosexual.
Raising an eyebrow, he nodded. “Right then. Country it is,” Niki quipped. He had no idea what to pick, but he’d find something for her to complain about, he was sure.
“Yee haw,” Quinn replied sarcastically. But she honestly didn’t care too much about what song they did. She was certain she’d hate any song he chose, but at least this was better than working with someone like Berry or something. That would be annoying.
Niki did not listen to all country, in fact he considered himself a rock and roll fan first, but he couldn’t deny that his favourite artists all had something of a country-rock sort of sound, like Lynryd Skynyrd. He was the cowboy in school, he had a reputation to uphold too, and that meant more country. It wasn’t like they did a lot of country in glee, at least, he didn’t think so. Getting up, he put his dishes in the dishwasher and headed upstairs to brush his teeth so he could leave.
Quinn heard him leave and was glad for it. She was also looking forward to having the house to herself. She wondered if Grayson was caught up with family stuff by now. Maybe she could invite him over. But for now, she was staying at the table with her head down.