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[sub][color=slategray]Collab with: [@smarty0114]
Location: Q’s front yard > the bar
Interacting with: No one in particular![/color][/sub]

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[indent][i]Munch munch.[/i]

A Double had been parked in front of Quincy’s house for a little while now, but he wasn’t in a rush. He was patient; it was just a party. Honestly, A Double wasn’t even a big fan of parties. See, the issue with parties was related to the clientele. Parties attracted hoes. Hoes attracted problems. A Double didn’t need no problems, all he wanted was good vibes all the time.

[i]Munch munch.[/i]

If he wasn’t so busy thinking, he might have texted her, [i]but[/i] A Double was considering something very near and dear to his heart: his dream of owning an ice cream truck. It had blown his little mind the first time he’d seen an ice cream truck, and he’d always wanted one since then. A truck that’s filled with nothing but ice cream?! Sign him the fuck up. [color=17aa99][b]“... I got it. I know what I’m gonna call it!”[/b][/color] A Double scrambled for his phone, plugged into his cars speakers, and pulled up his messaging app, quickly tapping out a text to Quincy:

[color=17aa99][b]the dreamery creamery. that’s what i’ll call the truck.
also i’m in front of ur house if u wanna leave.[/b][/color]

Quincy normally didn’t do parties in the Hills. Most of them were thrown by Hailey and her army of skanks, and so even if she’d wanted to attend, she wasn’t on the list. That said, tonight’s was different. Tonight’s party was a revolution. 

The very public snub of HOT and their Candyland lackeys meant this was a party Quincy could get behind. She didn’t care for drunk, sweaty teens, but she could get behind a little bit of vengeance. 

Quincy looked over herself in the mirror, making sure she looked somewhat presentable. [color=ff0066][i]Since when do you care about being presentable?[/i][/color] she thought to herself. Her hair was it’s usual frizzy self, stuck under a maroon beanie. She was wearing black skinny jeans, and a loose hanging, royal blue tank top. Anyone with eyes could’ve told you she was dressing for a boy. Well, anyone with eyes, that wasn’t her or said boy.

Speaking of, her phone buzzed just as she began to wonder where A Double was, a text from the one and only Burner King, letting her know he was out front. That, and plans for his ice cream truck. She couldn’t help but smirk as she texted back.

[color=ff0066][b]coming[/b][/color], she texted, looking out her window to where A Double was parked. She took the stairs two at a time and ran out the front door. Her mom didn’t care where she was, and Quincy had stopped bothering to tell her. 

[color=ff0066][b]“Hey!”[/b][/color] she said, smiling coyly as she got into the passenger seat of his car. [color=ff0066][b]“The Dreamery Creamery huh? Sounds good to me, so long as I get to come along,” [/b][/color]

There she was! Quincy was one of A Double’s best friends, and as she slide into the passenger seat beside him, he looked up and smiled; well, [i]beamed[/i], really. A Double never really just smiled, he was too happy for that. His only way to express his joy was a massive, toothy grin, and he was almost [i]always[/i] in a joyous mood. Life was good for him. He had friends, weed, a dog. It couldn’t get much better, if AT ALL better.

[color=17aa99][b]“Oh, totally. I don’t know who else I could be inside of a chilly truck with for long periods of time. But you can’t eat all my ice cream,”[/b][/color] A Double warned darkly, before putting the car into drive and pulling out onto the road. [color=17aa99][b]“So, I dunno what your plan is, but I’m gonna really high and build a big ass, mothefucking sand castle. I brought stuff.”[/b][/color] He pointed over his shoulder with his thumb, to a backseat that was filled with buckets and shovels of all varying sizes.

[color=17aa99][b]“I don’t really party, y’know? But Henry REALLY wanted me to bring a bunch of weed, so… I got a bunch of weed. I hope there’s snacks…”[/b][/color] Suddenly feeling a hunger pang, he stuck his hand in jacket pocket withdrew a handful of peanuts, stuffing them into his mouth.

Quincy couldn’t help but laugh at the assortment of beach tools in the back seat. It was just [i]so[/i] A Double, in every way. She wasn’t sure how much more on brand he could get. She’d have been lying if she said she didn’t think it was kind of adorable.

[color=ff0066][b] “I’m thinking I’ll get properly trashed, mainly because I haven’t been drunk in [i] sooooo [/i] long, and it’s the only proper way to ring in the new year,” [/b][/color] she said, smiling over at A Double as she reached into his pocket and grabbed her own handful of peanuts.

Her and A Double had an interesting relationship, at least to everyone on the outside. Jordan had brought it up to her once but she’d shrugged it off. They were just friends, it’s not like Quincy wanted to make out with him or anything. Sure, he had this dorky appeal to him, but Q had sworn off boys, they were just too much trouble. They were great for a quick lay, but after that, [i]no thanks[/i].

[color=17aa99][b]“That sounds good, just don’t pass out, cuz I’ll probably wanna leave early and I don’t wanna carry you to the car… But I’ll totally hold your hair out of your eyes as you puke! It’s the least I could do, after all you always come in clutch with the Doritos and the Cheetos, and the quarters so I can keep playing games… You’re just the best, Q. So, it’s the least I could do.”[/b][/color] As he spoke, AA’s eyes looked out the window and he saw the golden arches representing McDonald’s. He stared longingly for a few fleeting seconds, and realize just [i]how much[/i] he wanted some fries…

[color=17aa99][b]“You think they’ll have fries?”[/b][/color] He asked, stuffing more delicious salted nuts into his mouth.

Quincy shook her head and chuckled. [color=ff0066][b] “God, I’m not a lightweight A Dub!”[/b][/color] she shouted, playfully punching his shoulder and letting out a laugh, blushing slightly as he piled compliments on her. [color=ff0066][b] “Also, I think fries are off the table. I bet they’ll have Doritos though. And hopefully pizza. Fuck, I love pizza,” [/b][/color] she said, looking out the window as the Hills passed by.

[color=ff0066][b] “I was kinda shocked Damian and his boys, well boys and girl, had the balls to shut out HOT like that. Kinda cool, y’know? Like, Robin Hood and all his Merry Men going up against, well I don’t know, whoever they go up against, but like that.”[/b][/color] Quincy said, the romantic in her taking over. A Double didn’t care really about all the drama that went down with the different cliques, most of the burners didn’t, but Q still had a bit of Jennifer in her, and Jennifer cared. A Double had always at least humored her, and let her talk about it. It was cathartic in a way, going over the events of the lives of people who barely spoke to her now.

[color=17aa99][b]“King George, man, that’s who Robin hood went against.”[/b][/color] A Double explained, as he turned off into the driveway that led to Damian’s beach house. With lights flashing in the distance, and music almost already flooding into his car, A Double was confident: this was the place. He pulled his car to a stop nearby and put it into park before turning it off. He twisted in his seat and reached behind it, withdrawing a large paper bag, which he thrust at Q. [color=17aa99][b]“This is for Henry. You’re going inside, right? I already gave him some weed, but this is extra — don’t try and sell it. I got the real good stuff for you and me in the backpack. You go inside and have a good time. [i]I’m[/i] gonna go play in the sand.”[/b][/color]

Quincy took the bag and grinned. [color=ff0066][b] “Quincy Hart, friendly neighborhood drug mule, at your service!” [/b][/color] she said, hopping out of the car and waving to A Double as she backed towards the beach house. [color=ff0066][b] “I’ll find you later!” [/b][/color] she shouted, before turning around and strutting up to the front door. She gave a nod to Owen and Sol, and walked past, over to the bar where Henry was making drinks. She slapped the bag down on the bar, and took a seat.

Henry was tight with A Double, so Q had met him a few times. He was cool enough, kind of a weirdo, but who wasn’t? His sister was a bitch, but he was fine. She didn’t think she’d ever be his best friend, but she didn’t mind him too much. [color=ff0066][b] “ A Dub wanted me to give you this. He said it was extra. Now, get me drunk Henry, I’m ringing in the new year the right way!”[/b][/color]

From behind the counter, Henry accepted the paperbag and slid it underneath the bar, before glancing at the girl in front of him. [color=b57f13][b]“Alright, girl. I’mma get you fucked up, but you gotta follow my ground rules.”[/b][/color] As he spoke, Henry set about mixing the drink. A little of this, a lot of that, some of that… in the end he had his masterpiece: [url=https://i.imgur.com/7MYc9aM.png]an AMF[/url]. [color=b57f13][b]“Sip this shit slowly because I ain’t gonna peel your drunk ass off the floor. Have a good night Quincy Q. You let A Dubs know I said thanks for the weed.”[/b][/color] Henry saluted her and then he was off to serve another customer. Busy night, man![/indent]