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[color=AFEEEE]Location:[/color] Somewhere Around Town
[color=AFEEEE]Interacting with:[/color] A Forgotten Name and A Furry Surprise 

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If Quinn had known she had had a dog, Quinn might not have been so willing to stay over. It was supposed to be a simple New York scene. Girl goes to Brooklyn Pour with her journalist co-worker. Girl proceeds to drink since she's not covering the event for press purposes. Girl meets cute girl that can drink Girl under the table. Girl leaves co-worker in the weeds to do something, or someone, far more interesting. Girl wakes up in an apartment that isn't her own and decides the best thing to do is to simply leave before anyone gets hurt. Because someone always got hurt in these things, be it the one who expected more than a one night stand or the one who had to hurry and leave without making a sound and then trips and fucks up an ankle on the way out. Quinn Diamond was the master at the morning after departure. 

Sure, she had had fun, that was largely the point of it all. But fun for a night quickly becomes awkward conversations, empty promises to keep in touch, and the magic of that one night gone when both parties see what waits for them behind the curtain. This wasn't romance. Quinn knew that the girl wasn't her type as soon as she started talking about how her favorite documentary was King of Kong, because the mention of Quinn's education came up in-between the buzzed flirting and the discussion about jobs. Quinn knew this person wouldn't satisfy anything deeper than the physical, and that was fine. It was what it was. 

But as she squeezed herself into the same pair of ratty jeans and her inside out shirt bought down at a Goodwill, she was stopped dead in her tracks by a pair of glassy green eyes looking back at her as soon as she entered the living room. It had to be a dog. A small one, but a dog all the same. [color=AFEEEE]"Be cool, would you?"[/color] Quinn asked the pet who simply tilted its head to the side. That seemed as good a sign as any for Quinn to make haste towards the exit. But as soon as her hand reached the doorknob, out came a shrill barking. Damn thing probably thought it was time for the morning walk. [color=AFEEEE]"Traitor."[/color] 

There came a stirring from the direction of the bedroom and a morning voice calling for Quinn's name. But it fell on deaf, barking ears as Quinn could not have left the apartment any quicker. 

It was a short jaunt down the stairs until she was out on the streets of New York City, her second home; that smell in the air was probably unhealthy but damn if she didn't enjoy stopping to take it all in. It was worth associating with the waspy sorts of the Upper East Side if it meant living in the heartbeat of the east coast. After taking in the smell of urban living, Quinn pulled a cigarette from her jeans pocket and lit it, taking a heavy drag before starting on her way. She had to get back, had to change, had to clean, had to show up for damn classes, had to submit her homework assignment that she absolutely hated. The subway would be her chariot and the colorful people her partners. 

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pO8kTRv4l3o][color=AFEEEE]'Keep me searchin' for a heart of gold, and I'm gettin' old'[/color][/url] Quinn's phone rang, interrupting her cigarette. She let the ringtone play a moment before answering. 

Of course it was her co worker she ditched the previous night. And of course she was not exactly thrilled. 

[color=AFEEEE]"Not really my problem, Kris, I'm not a journalist. How hard is it to write about a couple of beers? Shit I could do that and I don't have a journalism degree. What? Dream Up? No, I wasn't...fine. No promises. Whatever."[/color] After almost getting chewed out Quin clicked her phone off with a sigh just before taking another drag on her cigarette. 

An addition to the day. She'd have to make time to attend some festival of sorts. Sort of penance for her vanishing at the beer samplings. Who knows. It might wind up worth it, or it would simply remind Quinn that it should be her work that people are performing. Either way, it was better than the alternative of spending the night struggling to put pen to paper yet again. 

Quinn Diamond was sure to have an eventful day. As any other day in New York City.[/center]