From: babalon	Date: October 3rd, 2010 12:18 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Emilie/Quinn

"Oh my fuck," Emilie laughed loudly--well it was more of a cackle, really. She didn't really laugh like most people did.

"God dammit, are you serious? That is fucking hysterical. Fuck!" She half-scowled, the corners of her mouth still creeping into her familiar smirk.

"I need to remedy this somehow." Emilie raised her brows at Quinn. "Any ideas?"

	From: whodoo	Date: October 3rd, 2010 12:29 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Emilie/Quinn

Quinn was still smiling. Granted, it was a little more of a wicked sort of smile, but still. She couldn't help it. She gave her purse a quick pat, inside of it being her smaller digital camera. "Fear not, my friend, I have it on film. Thank god for video capability."

At the question, her smile only grew more wicked as she looked around. "Oh, there's plenty. So many targets to choose from. There's tormenting them - like that kid from Sonnier, Eisley or whatever, I'm sure he's around - or hitting the dance floor to drop a few jaws and see who we can knock over while we're at it." The dance floor was certainly crowded enough for it to work.

	From: babalon	Date: October 3rd, 2010 12:59 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Emilie/Quinn

Emilie's eyes lit up like a child's at Christmas.

"I think this is what love feels like," she half-teased, her hand over her heart. She wrapped her arm around Quinn's waist and leaned heavily on the other girl.

She paused before she could pull Quinn along and asked a question that only proved a certain preoccupation in her mind.

"Actually. ...Have you seen Anastas?"

	From: whodoo	Date: October 3rd, 2010 01:21 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Emilie/Quinn

Now that was a look that Quinn liked to see. She laughed lightly at Emilie's remark and set her own arm around the taller girl's waist. She was silently thankful that she'd chosen a high pair of heels otherwise she would feel like she was standing next to a giant. Again.

"Stas? Last time I saw him he was dancing with Little Miss Sunshine," Quinn made a little face of disgust. The fact that Stas bothered with that tiny little thing was beyond her. If he hung around her any more he was going to end up shitting rainbows.

	From: babalon	Date: October 3rd, 2010 01:38 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Emilie/Quinn

"Funny," Emilie snorted.

"He's trying to fuck me again. Motherfucker actually told me he was in love with me. Guess the girl doesn't put out, or something. If that doesn't scream of desperation, I don't know what does." She shook her head and pulled Quinn further onto the dance floor.

"Come on, I'll tell you all about it as long as we're dancing."

	From: whodoo	Date: October 3rd, 2010 01:54 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Emilie/Quinn

Quinn followed Emilie out onto the floor without much need of being pulled. She hadn't danced much that evening and was looking forward to the chance to do so again, although the look on her face was rather pained for a moment.

"I adore him, but Stas is a crazy shit," she replied after a moment and shrugged, moving into position as the song changed to their benefit. "Tell you he loves you, not that he means it, jumps our resident care bear, and waxes poetic about the librarian. As if that isn't proof enough."

	From: babalon	Date: October 3rd, 2010 03:15 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Emilie/Quinn

"My thoughts exactly," Emilie nodded, a frown of thought on her face even as she slowly began to pick up the rythm of the music, her hand still on Quinn's hip.

"Boy needs an intervention, I think. There's only so long before temporary insanity just becomes who you are." She shook her head, effectively ridding herself of the frown, and any outward signs of displeasure.

"Later, though--and maybe try to see if we can't find that Bobby Eisley and make him cry."

	From: whodoo	Date: October 3rd, 2010 10:47 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Emilie/Quinn

Her hands easily went over Emilie's shoulders in a casual and relaxed sort of way, and it was rather easy as the other girl was standing taller than her. Then again, she normally did.

"There's time to save Stas yet," Quinn answered with a nod, though her eyes practically lit up at Emilie's last statement. "Eisley is a definite. I always love making people cry."

Still, there was one thing Emilie said she would do, and as they moved to the rhythm of the song, Quinn gently poked a finger into her friend's shoulder. "Okay, so what's this about Stas trying to get under your skirt again?"

	From: babalon	Date: October 6th, 2010 08:14 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Emilie/Quinn

"And this is why I adore you." Emilie said, almost cheerfully, her smile wide. But when prompted about Anastas again, she shrugged, making her way back down to her usual frown in record time.

"You know, same old shit." She laughed, imitating Stas-- which really just made her sound like Natasha Fatale.

"Mees Devulin, I have found a vip vich you can vip me vith, yes?"

	From: whodoo	Date: October 6th, 2010 11:03 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Emilie/Quinn

Quinn couldn't help but laugh at the imitation, almost imagining it coming out of Stas's mouth. "Oh my god. For someone who flirts as much as he does, it doesn't seem like he's terribly fond of his privates."

At least in her view, anyway. Should Stas have pulled that with her, her foot would have met his groin within a second - and Quinn prided herself on her heels.

	From: babalon	Date: October 7th, 2010 11:43 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Emilie/Quinn

"You have no idea," Emilie snerked knowingly. "He might have more issues than you're aware of." She laughed, but then again-- it wasn't like Anastaa kept any of that a secret. He always seemed to be quite open with what would be another man's shame.

"You should have heard the--Oh. Hey. Bobby Eisley at your two o'clock."