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[hbicheer]

"Listen," Quinn says tersely, "I've had this conversation with you, like, a million times. And I'm not doing it. I don't know what kind of girl you think I am, and I'll admit, I've made some choices that are questionable

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[my_potpie]

"... with somebody who loves me!" Eric belted out at the top of his lungs, a scream more than a song, but to his ears he was perfectly on pitch. He'd been singing to himself all the way down the hall, but his favorite part came up right as he was turning the corner. The song was totally sweet, seriously, and anybody who said otherwise could kiss Cartman's fat ass. Way better than that lame-ass bullshit from that movie with that dildo, Kevin Costner.

He wasn't alone, though, and that kind of singing was usually saved for alone-time with his animal friends. So, puffing up and looking cool, he wandered over to Quinn, his eyes widening when he got a good look at her. "Look, no offense, but you're getting like, totally fat. You might want to have that looked at. It really can't be good at your age."

[hbicheer]

"That's because I'm pregnant, you little asshole!" Quinn snaps, and then promptly claps her hands over her mouth.

[my_potpie]

He stared for a long time, mouth agape and his eyebrows slowly climbing up toward his hair while Whitney continued to belt it out behind him.

Then finally, "... Seriously?"

[hbicheer]

"Yes, and you happen to be about the second person I've actually told here, so I'll thank you to just let people think I'm getting fat," Quinn says, and folds the giant sweatshirt more tightly over herself. "We'll see if the amount of gays here keeps them from recognizing the circle of life."

[chose]

Buffy freezes as she enters the rec room, not entirely sure whether she finds it disturbing or endearing that this girl is A) carrying on a one-sided conversation with the jukebox and B) acknowledging her defeat by breaking down and singing along. Then again, she hardly has a right to call this sort of thing 'disturbing.' Have the whole island burst into song à la Broadway musical only to spontaneously combust from dancing too hard and we'll talk. And because she's paranoid and wouldn't put it past the island to do just that, Buffy silently adds, That was in no way a challenge.

"That was, um... good!" It was good, despite her hesitation, but Buffy's had some experience with teenagers in her brief but eventful time as a high school counselor (not to mention, raising Dawn.) They do the weirdest things, like getting upset at compliments and claiming a complete invasion of privacy.

[hbicheer]

"Don't patronize me," Quinn says, glancing over her shoulder, slightly flushed. "I'm off-key, and I'm no Whitney. But everyone crack eventually, which I guess is the theme of this screwed up birthday party of an island."

Really, this is fairly pleasant for her.

[chose]

A whole island chock full of hundreds of people and Buffy just happened to bump into the blonde reincarnation of Cordelia Chase. Just her luck.

"I actually wasn't," she objects, her tone much kinder than if she were, in fact, speaking to Cordelia, at least back in their high school days. Besides, Cordelia was completely tone deaf. "Patronizing, I mean. That was 100% genuine compliment, just for the record."

[hbicheer]

"Sorry," Quinn says tightly, and her jaw clenches. "I mean, I haven't exactly gotten all the high school out of my brain yet." She didn't add, and I'm naturally a bitch, hoping it was implied.

[sexualtourettes]

"Wow..." Coop couldn't help but gape a little from where he stoop in the doorway, the cookie he'd been eating not quite making it to his mouth for the next bite. "You're really good."

Quinn still sort of unnerved him a little, but since he had just paid her a compliment he figured he might have at least bought himself a minute or two before she was tempted to start tearing into him. Or so he hoped. He didn't really get women, and miniature ones who had their hormones all out of whack were even more perplexing, if that was even possible.

[hbicheer]

"I--"

Quinn glances over her shoulder at him, mid-spin, and actually smiles, her cheeks flushed with the mild exertion. "Thank you. I mean, I'm not the best, and if you ever tell anyone I said that, you're a dead man, but-- thanks."

[sexualtourettes]

"My lips are sealed," Coop assured her, raising his right hand for added effect. "I think the school here had a few music related courses last time around. You should totally look into it once it's back in session." At the very least it would give her something to do, and if singing was going to be involved anyway, then it might have been nice if it wasn't because she was being egged on by that possessed jukebox.

[hbicheer]

"Are you trying to tell me to stay in school?" Quinn ought to pretend to be pissed, but it's too funny, and she ends up laughing. "I'm already in trouble. I mean, I don't think I could do a worse job than this. Unless you've got a coffee shop I could sit in front of and sing for dollar bills."

[drama_maureen]

"Hey, not bad," Maureen assessed from her position in the doorway. "I mean, a little bit 'high school production of Music Man' but really, not bad."

And then she stepped in and picked up the rest of the verse herself: "To hold me in his arms, oh, I need a man who'll take a chance, on a love that burns hot enough to last, so when the night falls, my lonely heart calls..."

[hbicheer]

"Because this place is so--"

Quinn shuts up, though, when she hears the other woman singing. That's-- okay, she could swear she's heard that voice before, but where? It almost puts her in mind of having to sit and listen to music with Kurt, what is it he likes to listen to again?

She lets herself look a little impressed.

[drama_maureen]

Maureen let her voice trail off, taking the girl's surprised expression for utter shock over how amazing her voice was.

Looking pleased with herself, she plopped onto the couch, kicking her legs up onto the arm. "Whitney is such a diva," she sighed.

[hbicheer]

"You get to be a diva when you're the best at what you do," Quinn says, and sits down, because this a little weird. She'd been thinking Kurt, but now that she really looks at the woman, she's reminded of Rachel. Oh, thank you, subconscious. Not cool.

[dr_robchase]

Chase was starting to get a slight headache from the jukebox. Not that it was anyone's fault, but when he was trying to focus on studying surgical techniques, having it blaring was the last thing he wanted. He'd picked up the textbook and wandered into the doorway of the rec room to glower at both the machine and the nearest person who was vaguely familiar and was apparently contributing to the noise. "Did you try leaving the room?" he suggested with the arch of a brow. "To get it to stop?"

[hbicheer]

Quinn turns on him and perhaps he's made a mistake, this pretty Australian doctor who might spark attraction or some warm feeling in someone who hasn't spent the morning eating her hormones and ignoring Streisand on the jukebox.

"Oh my god, this isn't even about you!"

[dr_robchase]

Chase almost felt like making a face, but he was supposed to be mature and he was supposed to be a father, so he reigned in any too-wide-eyed surprise and sarcasm and just gave her a dubious look. "No, but I do have to listen to all the singing, jukebox or not. Do you really think you want to play chicken with an inanimate object?"

[hbicheer]

"Nobody's making you listen," Quinn points out, crossing her arms over her midsection. Unless he's a cripple or something, or missing his legs. "You choose to nerd out in a social area, you're going to get some social on you."