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The Perk, Tuesday Morning, Feb. 14

Quinn had taken her pre-calc homework from her dorm room to the coffee shop. Maybe it was just that it was Valentine's Day, but being in her bedroom today made it way too easy to slip into involved daydreams focusing on her bed. Then she started speculating about her desk, and that was just ... no. It wasn't going to help her get to the midpoint in her online course before spring break, and that was her entire goal for this week.

She got a skinny mocha and bent over her textbook, trying to concentrate on polynomial functions and not on how hot the black-haired punk barista was or how the Prince album playing over the store stereo was incredibly sexy.

Focus today might be a losing battle.

[OOC: Open coffee shop, natch.]

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Bruce's morning run ran exceptionally long today. And for some reason, being outdoors didn't really seem to be helping him get rid of any excess energy. It was annoying and led to him finally giving up and heading out for something to drink. He ordered and iced coffee and was just starting to look for a seat when he spotted Quinn.

"Good morning, Quinn," he said. "Trying to get some work done?"

[OOC: I don't have access to my computer during lunch, so RP is relatively productive for the next half hour! I hope you don't mind SP after that.]

"Yeah," Quinn said, glancing up and smiling. "My room was a little distracting today for some reason."

Not that Bruce and his hotness really helped with the impure thoughts problem. She indicated the chair across from hers anyhow.

"Having a productive day?"

"I've done a lot of running," Bruce said, giving a smile as he took the seat. "But that's because I couldn't get anything done in my room either. I swear the heating is broken in the dorms or something."

He didn't know how that explained the heat in the cave or here in the Perk, but it was easy to miss small details at the moment.

"Do you think that's it?" Quinn wondered. "Maybe that's why I couldn't sleep last night."

She stretched, arcing her back. "I haven't gone for a run yet today."

"It's the best guess I have at the moment," Bruce half mumbled. It was as if he were momentarily distracted by something. He recovered, though. "But from what I've seen, getting out and being active helped a little. You get to clear your head, work off some adrenaline." Think clean thoughts, Bruce.

"Maybe that's it," Quinn said, a little flustered because he was flustered. "Adrenaline. Something in our water. Or maybe it's just that it's Valentine's Day."

A pause. "Oh! Thank you for the flowers."

Edited 2012-02-14 19:50 (UTC)

"I'm glad you liked it," Bruce said. "I figured that since I don't have anyone in particular to buy way too many flowers for, I could at least do something for one or two of my favorite people around here."

"See, now I have to ask who your other favorite person is," Quinn teased. "Besides, any girl here would take way too many flowers from you."

"Well, if you must know, Rilla may have gotten flowers, too," Bruce said. And, okay, a few other girls, but who was counting? "But I think I'm better off saving any really grand flower gestures for some other time. I don't want to cause the people dealing with the flowers too much trouble unless I mean it."

"Rilla got some from me, too," Quinn said, ticking it off on her fingers. "And you, Claudia, Annie, and Puck."

She tilted her head to the side. "I'd be curious to meet the girl who could make you mean it."

Dammit, she should not want to flirt.

"Out of sheer 'how did she manage it' curiosity?" Bruce asked.

"And I'd want to see how hot she was," Quinn said honestly. "Plus, isn't there a whole traditional thing where I tell her I'll kill her if she hurts you?"

"I don't think I've ever had that threatened on my behalf," Bruce said. "I'm honored that you'd be willing to step up there."

"No, I'd just be doing my job as a friend," Quinn said. "Hypothetically, anyhow."

"In that case, you're a good friend," Bruce said. "But now I feel like I should have given Puck some warnings a while ago. Hopefully you'll forgive that."

Quinn snorted and shook her head. "I can't deny that it would be pretty if you guys got into a fight, but I like you both better not bruised. Call it forgiven."

Normally Bruce wouldn't even consider saying that it would last ten seconds, but he had to restrain himself from playing that macho card at the moment.

"Are you sure? You don't even want us to sport a couple of small scars or something?" Bruce asked.

See, Quinn had to think about that. "Where would the scars be?"

"Probably something right along the jaw line. Maybe something on the chest since I assume we'd be shirtless," Bruce said. "It's just the way these fights happen, right?"

"And usually there's really good lighting," Quinn opined, nodding firmly. "Okay. In that case, I can say there are still a couple months until graduation. You'll be my first call if things go south."

Bruce nodded in agreement. "I truly hope nobody ever hurts you, but at least you'll see something hot if they do."

"You are a true gentleman, Bruce."

And now Quinn had a very pleasant mental movie for the rest of the day.

"It's been part of my training," Bruce said.

"Okay, I should probably get going. Maybe it's a little better in the dorms now," Bruce said. Probably not. But he couldn't really talk to Quinn for too much longer without doing something regretful.

"And I should get back to the math," Quinn said, frowning at her textbook. "See you."

It was probably better he went before either of them did something they'd regret.

Edited 2012-02-15 11:27 (UTC)

Kenzi wandered in to spread joy, goodwill, and condoms for all. The counter guys got free samples and pamphlets first, then she beamed. And headed for Quinn.

"Hi ya! Condom samples, courtesy of the Anarchist Philanthropist Club!"

"What makes you think I need them?" Quinn asked, alarmed. Oh, God, if Kenzi had somehow sprouted the ability to read minds...

Edited 2012-02-14 21:59 (UTC)

Kenzi didn't wait for an invitation, since it probably wouldn't be forthcoming, and just flopped down in the chair opposite. "Everybody needs them. Especially lately. Oooo, who are you going to need them with? Someone in mind?"

Did it count if her boyfriend could? ... probably not, since he wouldn't tell on Quinn.

"I have a boyfriend," Quinn said. She didn't look exactly happy Kenzi was joining her, but she didn't tell her to go.

"... even if lately he's been hiding out with video games a lot."

Or something like that. But, hey. At least this time Quinn was pretty certain it wasn't juvie.

"Don't tell me you slept your way through your floor."

~~No, that was Rebecca.~~

"Dude, I wish. But I have a boyfriend. Who's kinda trying to meditate. And sex is great but cheating is skeezy." Kenzi was all about the discretion, really. "So go bug your boyfriend and use these! You should be getting some! Why waste the buzz and the heat?"

Quinn tilted her textbook up so Kenzi could see the equations. "Sadly, some of us have things to do besides hang around in bed all day."

Not that hanging around in bed all day sounded that bad. Like, at all.

... great. She was daydreaming again.

Kenzi put her face close to the book, like a cat trying to understand Algebra, then dismissed it the same way, hand in the middle of the page. "You prefer math to nookie?! Are you human?"

"I don't prefer it, but I promised myself I'd get through this chapter before the spring break," Quinn groused. "My room's all full of distractions. Hence coffee shop."

Edited 2012-02-14 22:29 (UTC)

Kenzi was a sensitive soul. Really. She could hear a hint. She just felt like ignoring it to get under Quinn's skin for a bit. She hadn't done that enough lately.

"Distractions. Music. DVD's. Romance novels. Clothes. Toys!" She beamed at Quinn. She was helpful like that.

Quinn put down her textbook and groaned through a smile. "Why does the word toys sound totally obscene today?"

The math seemed to be a lost cause.

"Everything is obscene! It's Valentine's Day, the day for chocolate and fluffiness and everyone's been horny since at least Saturday." Which she knew 'cause of Toby, but shhh. "There are cherry-flavored condoms here."

Quinn went pink and picked up one of the cherry packets, turning it over in her fingers.

"I know the medical reasons for that but it is not a mental image I needed," she said. "Thanks."

Edited 2012-02-15 01:17 (UTC)

"You're welcome." Kenzi felt gratified at getting a 'thanks' from Quinn, and magnanimously decided to not torture her any more. Today. "Now, you, go get busy with that boyfriend. Someone ought to be making with the mega-smooooochies. And bow-chicka-wow-wow."

Quinn rolled her eyes, pleasantly enough. "Thanks," she said. "Think of me when you're getting down with meditation-boy, too."

That was revenge. She didn't want to think about Kenzi when she was doing boyfriend-girlfriend stuff, and she doubted the converse was an aphrodisiac for Kenzi either.

"Ew!" Kenzi gave her a tragic look. "Okay, you're back on the list. Tomorrow."

She still had meatballs stockpiled somewhere. Ha!

"I look forward to it."

Being annoyed with Kenzi promised to be a more distracting way to spend her workday than pre-calc.

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