June 2012
Phone Call ↬ Brittany.
Quinn: (sighs) I know. I'm sorry. We're sorry.
Britt: Yeah well. I've got work in the morning. Bye. Hangs up.
Phone Call ↬ Brittany.
Quinn: I just wanted to check in... I swear we were just running late earlier. We were on our way to go meet up with you. That's why I called.
Britt: You phoned shortly before 8. You couldn't have phoned any earlier? Seriously Quinn. Even a text would've done.
Phone Call ↬ Brittany.
Quinn: Uh... hey, Britt.
Britt: Did you want something?
Phone Call ↬ Brittany.
Quinn: ...
Britt: Frowns at the caller ID.
Britt: Yep.
Accidentally sniffs the pillow, turning over, and moans. Kicks the covers off and starts changing the bedding. Puts it in the hamper and gets another set out. Redoes the bed and gets back in, bringing the iPad out.
Gets up, locks the door, puts the dress back in the wardrobe and crawls back into bed.
Phone Call --> Brittany
Puck: Uh, no we didn't we're just late. Shit happens. People are late sometimes. We said we're sorry.
Britt: So late I fell asleep? Great, you're both sorry. Enjoy your evening. Hangs up.
Phone Call --> Brittany
Puck: Brittany, come on. You're being ridiculous.
Britt: Am I? Really? You stood me up, Puck. What did you expect?
Phone Call --> Brittany
Puck: it's my fault. please let us come make it up to you?
Britt: No.
Phone Call --> Brittany
Puck: *grabs the phone from Quinn* baby?
Britt: Puck.
May 2012
Phone Call --> Brittany
Quinn: Britt, please?
Britt: It's nearly 8, if you get here before 9 it'll be a miracle and I don't feel like drinking now.
Phone Call --> Brittany
Quinn: (sighs) We're on our way. We'll make it up to you. Promise.
Britt: Yeah, maybe don't bother.
Phone Call --> Brittany
Quinn: B? You were sleeping? Oh, sweetheart I'm so sorry.
Britt: It's not like I had anything else to do now, is it?
Phone Call --> Brittany
Quinn: ....
Britt: Yawns a hello.
Looks at the time on the alarm clock, sighs, and pulls the covers over.
Switches the shower off, wraps a towel round and goes into the bedroom. Takes a dress out and leaves it hanging up. Lies down on the bed and rests.
Moves the tables and chairs back in their original places. Brings the last bag with me and locks the door. Goes back to my apartment, stripping quickly, and starts showering.
Brings Blaine’s guitar and the cooler down with me. Puts the instrument in the spare room and the drinks into the fridge. Gets some more trash bags, returning to the roof.
Lets myself into the apartment, gets a couple of new trash bags and heads upstairs to clear up the mess from the party.
Waves the kiddies and their parents goodbye. Goes back into my office to change, grabs my purse and goes downstairs for a coffee before going home.
Groans at the beeping alarm, switching it off, eats my lunch quickly then changes into ballet gear. Plasters on a smile and goes to the next class.
Thanks Sarah for getting lunch and brings it into my office. Places it on the desk, sets the alarm on my phone and rests my head.
Kisses Puck and clambers off him before kissing Quinn. Showers speedily, gets ready, borrowing another shirt and toasts two Pop Tarts to go. Yells my goodbyes and runs out the door, to grab a cab to the studio.
n-puckerman:
You never know. Everyone is replaceable, but you could always wait tables.
Giggles. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Having your harem working for you.
n-puckerman:
He wouldn’t get rid of you, would he?
Nah. Not to be cocky but he’d be hard pressed to find someone who puts up with his crap as easily as I do.
n-puckerman:
You’ll be late…
I’ll survive. Class doesn’t start until 9:30. Was only going to see if Ryan was about to apologize.
quinnielou:
Lots can be done in an hour.
Yes, indeed. Lifts Puck’s arm from me and sits up, feeling his fingers climb up my back.
quinnielou:
Laughs. Of course, of course.
Shakes my head, smiling. Terrible. Looks at the alarm clock. I’ve got about an hour, wanna send me off properly, Puck?
quinnielou:
The stretching might be good for you, too.
Laughs dirtily. Stretching is something I’ve done plenty of in the last few days.
quinnielou:
That’s true. Nods.
Although I will do the ballet class. That’s not a hassle.
quinnielou:
You poor thing.
I should be okay though. It’s a fairly light day and I can always choose to teach without joining in, if it comes to it.
n-puckerman:
How ya feeling?
Not too bad. Chuckles. You?
n-puckerman:
Does this mean you’re actually going in today?
I don’t want to but it’s a little unfair to make people cover so I can stay and play, right?
quinnielou:
Grins and shakes my head.
It’s true. I’ve no idea how today’s going to be survived.
quinnielou:
Hi, B, how was your sleep?
What sleep? I’m going to have to nap in my office at lunch. Giggles.
n-puckerman:
Wakes up with two blondes wrapped around me. Kisses them both on the head and tries to fall back asleep.
Smiles.
quinnielou:
Morning.
Yawns. Morning.
n-puckerman:
My place is close.
And I know how to get to work from there, cool.
n-puckerman:
My pleasure.
Gets up and kisses you. Seriously, thank you, I know it’s been mad the last few weeks.
n-puckerman:
Yes please.
Whose place?
n-puckerman:
That was the plan.
Good, I’m glad, and thank you.
n-puckerman:
Stop what?
You invited us so you’re coming, and you’re paying. Is that acceptable?
n-puckerman:
Keep the damn money, Brittany.
Ugh, you’re frustrating as hell but fine then, I will.
n-puckerman:
I’m not letting you pay.
Takes my tips out of the apron’s front pocket. Okay, so let’s decide to do something else with this money. Like a rainy day fund but more interesting.
