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[img]https://i.imgur.com/n8a542r.gif[/img] [img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/9c055a6d240a5530c37b29d13e934fec/tumblr_inline_nttltjMuCD1ts1o6i_500.gif[/img][hr]Collab: Savvy [@melissahart]
[sub][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0RyInjfgNc4]Love on the Brain[/url][/sub][hr][/center]
Quincy was drunk. That much was incredibly clear to everyone at the party. She’d finally taken herself out of the living room and back into the kitchen, where the group of shot doers from before had disappeared, probably out to the bonfire. She did recognize one person however. Those red locks were hard to forget. [color=ff0066][i]Texas[/i][/color] Q thought as she strutted over to the girl. Well, stumbled was more like it, but Quincy definitely thought she was strutting.

Quincy, a girl on an unknown mission, walked up to where Savannah was talking with some rando and forced her way into the conversation, giving the random student a quizzical look until she walked away. She then turned to Savannah, leaning up against the wall and grinned. [color=ff0066][b]”You are that girl from Texas, right? My mom always told me that people from Texas were very wise,”[/b][/color] Quincy said, her words slurring slightly, unbeknownst to Quincy.

Savvy had been talking to one of the girls who recently had started writing for the newspaper, but was interrupted by someone stumbling into the middle of their conversation. She looked at the blonde, curly haired girl that had just busted in out of nowhere, and recognized her from one of her classes. [color=crimson][b]“Yeah, I’m Savannah. Feel free to call me Sav. And that’s a nice thing to say, your mama definitely raised you right.”[/b][/color] What was her name… Chrissy? No, that wasn’t it. Kinzie? Didn’t sound right. Suddenly she remembered that it was... [color=crimson][b]“Quincy, is it?”[/b][/color] she asked, stirring her drink with the little paper umbrella that had been placed in it. 

Quincy grinned and started to chuckle. [color=ff0066][b]”She’s alright I guess. But yes, that’s me! Quincy Hart, at your service? Or are you at mine?”[/b][/color] Quincy pondered, chewing on her lip as her brain attempted to peer through the haze of alcohol to the answers she so desperately wanted. [color=ff0066][b]”First off, I need you to know, that I am very drunk. And b, I need your advice, and since you probably know next to nothing about me or my life, and you’re from Texas, I imagine you’re the woman for the job,”[/b][/color] Quincy said, grinning.

The redhead couldn’t help but laugh at the inebriated girl in front of her; Quincy was both fearless and quirky and Sav thought it was endearing that she was asking her for advice, even though they were only really acquaintances. Curious as to what it was about and why she was the so-called “woman for the job”, Sav egged her on. [color=crimson][b]“I don’t know how being from Texas is gonna assist you, love, but I’m all ears.”[/b][/color]

Quincy grinned, the genuine kind of toothy grin that only alcohol, childhood, and pure elation bring about. [color=ff0066][b]”Well you see, my favorite little Texan, there is a boy. His name is Alan Alexander, but he [i]hates[/i] that, so he only goes by A Double. It’s stupid, but it’s cute. Anyways, I would very much like to make out with him. The problem, my dear redhead, is that we are friends. And I watch enough TV to know that friends making out is bad,”[/b][/color] Quincy said, vomiting words as fast as her tongue could move. Hey, better than actual vomit.

Sav smirked, understanding now why the blonde had approached her instead of someone she knew. Mentally promising to keep her secret safe, she began to help the girl solve her issue. [color=crimson][b]“Well, it’s not [i]always[/i] bad to make out with your friends. If you don’t try, then you’ll always sit around and wonder what it could be.”[/b][/color] She was surprised with the words that escaped from her mouth. Savvy didn’t have any sisters, and the closest thing she had was Martha, who didn’t tend to ask for advice often due to her belief in the cards, so she was quite impressed with her own choice of words. [color=crimson][b][i]Maybe I should follow my own advice sometime[/i][/b][/color] she thought to herself, a certain redheaded boy on her mind once again. [color=crimson][b]“Where is this, ‘A Double’ now?”[/b][/color]

Quincy nodded at this sage woman’s advice, like an ancient cavewoman listening to the words of a shaman. People from Texas [i]were[/i] wise! [color=ff0066][b]”He’s outside, building a sand castle,”[/b][/color] Quincy said, grinning, a look in her eyes that screamed, “I am in love”.

[color=crimson][b]“Well then, go find him, plant one on him, and see what happens! Worse comes to worse, if he’s not into it, you can just blame it on the alcohol tomorrow morning.”[/b][/color] Savvy laughed, clearly getting the sense of how much this girl liked the boy she was talking about. Cupid must have been floating around, cause Quincy definitely had love on the brain.

Quincy was beaming. This girl was a genius. [color=ff0066][b]”Sav, you are a genius! A love guru! I’m gonna go make out with this boy!”[/b][/color] Quincy shouted, spinning around to face the beach that waited out in the back of the house. She began to march towards the back door but quickly backtracked, smiling at Savannah. [color=ff0066][b]”I might not remember this conversation in the morning, but I appreciate it. If you can find me, add me on Snapchat. You’re the best. Quincy out!”[/b][/color] With that, Quincy, her mission clear, marched out towards the beach, her cheeks warm with the fire of liquor and love.