R POV
"Remember that time when you had a bit too much to drink on a mission and I had to cart you home?" I asked teasingly
"I wasn't that drunk" Quinn mumbled back quietly.
"Quinn! You were hugging a bearded man screaming Dumbledore you're alive!" (AN: did you know that Dumbledore is not a misspelled word on Microsoft?) I exclaim. I can't believe he didn't remember that.
"seriously?" Quinn asked his eyes wide.
"yeah" I decided to have a little fun with him.
"what else did I do?"
"you ran up to the bar and got up and started singing and dancing from high school musical." I tell him seriously though inside I was laughing.
"oh gosh! I'll never live that one down" Quinn says miserably.
"know what you also did?" I ask
"what" Quinn asked turning to me
"you let your girlfriend trick you into thinking you made a fool of yourself at the bar. But the Dumbledore thing was serious." I say laughing
"Rashel I'm going to kill you!" Quinn growled
"The phrase "rule of thumb" is derived from an old English law which stated that you couldn't beat your wife with anything wider than your thumb." I say quickly.
"well we aren't in England. And your not my wife." He says. That's when I started running.