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fandomtownies2010-10-18 09:01 am
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Arms Hotel, Monday, 10/18
The boy thing hadn't gone away overnight.
It hadn't gone away.
Quinn was going to stab whoever was responsible. Slowly, and possibly with a knife covered in acid. But for now, she still had to be at work. She dressed in Puck's clothes and sat behind the desk, flipping through Vogue and probably giving a death glare to anyone unfortunate enough to cross her path.
Even the specials menu seemed to be mocking her.
Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Specials: Corn Dogs & Fish Tacos
It hadn't gone away.
Quinn was going to stab whoever was responsible. Slowly, and possibly with a knife covered in acid. But for now, she still had to be at work. She dressed in Puck's clothes and sat behind the desk, flipping through Vogue and probably giving a death glare to anyone unfortunate enough to cross her path.
Even the specials menu seemed to be mocking her.
Specials: Corn Dogs & Fish Tacos
Mod Your Service [10/18]
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