45. Three days
"Three days. She has locked herself for three days now."
"The worst is that she still has over four weeks holidays left."
It was another warm summer afternoon, just after Quinn had come back home with teary eyes, crying out on Judy's shoulder. Now Shachi and Judy were sitting in the shadow at Penguin's work while that one was on the ground, doing his work. In his dirty work trousers, soiled with fuel and diverse other substances, he listened to the redhead and brunette who had gotten by after work. Well, Judy had the day off; Shachi just finished.
"Yeah, I don't see her anymore," Judy told, "food has disappeared when I wake up or come home, and now and then I hear her leaving her room for a moment deep at night; it's like living with a ghost."
"I can pretty much understand her," Penguin said, cleaning with a cloth the rest of the dirt on the tool in his hand, "I was really depressed too when me and my girlfriend broke up."
"Oh yes, you never had seen him wailing so much," Shachi said, nodding instantaneously to his statement.
"It would've worked out if she didn't move... Guess I gonna marry my next girlfriend asap, so she can't just get away."
"Hm... and what had helped you getting over it?" asked Judy.
"The thought that she'd come back, until I ditch it when she found a new guy." He sighed then and felt uncomfortable to confess, "so... sleeping with another woman. She was just a coworker from where I was a pizza delivery boy, nothing too emotional."
Judy glared at him with narrowed eyes and decided then, "...this is not gonna work." She looked at Shachi. "And you?"
"Oh Shachi, he wasn't better."
"I was super angry after my ex had cheated on me," Shachi told,"I guess this is when I started drinking..."
"Oh geez," Judy snarled out a little, "why had those events affected you so negatively?" Nothing of those would help Quinn the slightest.
Shachi leaned back and shrugged his shoulder, treating his answer as normal, "we were young and hopeless."
"Yes, unfortunately," said Penguin, getting up and wiped the grime off his trousers. "Lemme finish this and we can go."
...
Judy thought she had done her best by leaving Quinn alone, giving her space after the break up; but Quinn was so uncommunicative, it worried her. With Penguin and Shachi she went upstairs into the apartment, hoping that when those two were attendant, the girl would get out of her room finally.
The two guys followed right behind and were somewhat eager to enter the place. All in all it were their first time to do, seeing those women's apartment where Law had been in their eyes like a thousand of times. Opening the door and getting inside, they talked themselves into smelling something feminine. Scents of flowers? Fruits? Anything cliched? Whatever they wished to smell, the apartment was definitely different to their own; bigger and cleaner.
Standing in front of Quinn's room, Judy placed one hand to her hip and knocked with the other. "Quinn, you there?"
She received no answer, hence she knocked again, but continued still with no success. When she pressed her ears against the door, she could hear something (or rather say: Quinn) moving inside. Her eyes rolled for a brief moment over to the two behind her and she backed off a little. "Quinn, answer me."
"Maybe she's sleeping?" Shachi whispered.
"I don't think so,"Judy said, "I heard someone."
"So, you basically haven't talked in three days?" asked Penguin, still in disbelief, and she nodded.
With both hands now angled to her hips, Judy sighed and thought about what she could do next. The others shrugged their shoulders when she consulted them with her eyes, so she turned those back to the door.
Judy then had an idea. "Knock knock."
Penguin and Shachi exchanged confused looks before they stared back at Judy who was standing there in silence, seeming to await a response.
And when they thought nothing was going to happen, a quiet answer bounced back from inside the room. "...Who's there?"
Judy let out another quiet breath, mumbling "there you go." She didn't take much time to answer loudly, "Judy."
"Judy who...?"
"Judy, the one to tell you to get out."
"No."
She grabbed the door handle. "I'll get in, alright?"
"No," Quinn told her, but got ignored. When Judy tried to open the door then, but failed as it was still locked, she rolled her eyes in annoyance and Quinn said, "I told cha, 'No'."
Judy narrowed her brows minimally. "Shachi and Penguin are here too."
"Hey Quinn!" Penguin said instantly as a proof.
Also Shachi did with no pause between their sentences. "Yeah, hey, how are you?!" Right after he had asked, his company shot him irritated gazes so he could realize how stupid his question was. "Oh shit, uhm, sorry..."
Shaking her head, Judy stared back at the door. "You wanna get out? We got you something."
"No," Quinn said.
"It's a cake."
"Thanks, but I don't care."
"Man, this is harder than I thought," Judy mumbled one more, grasping her chin pensively.
"You thought she would bite the cake thing?!" the guys shouted in whisper at her.
Ignoring them, the brunette continued, "Quinn, I know you're sad, but there's no sense in locking yourself like a child now. Three days have been enough. Stay classy after a breakup."
"Quinn, we're there for you!" Shachi added cheerfully.
And also Penguin tried to encourage her. "Yeah, let's have some fun together!"
A long silence with nothing in between ensued and the three outside the door stared against it in hope, not knowing what to say or do next. It seemed almost hopeless to get her out of that room and so they furrowed their brows, trying to come up with anything else to see her back on feet again.
But suddenly the door unlocked and opened with Quinn looking at them.
"Holy shit," Judy said, "you look awful."
...
As they had managed to lure their friend outside, the bunch gathered in the living room, facing each other at the empty dining table. Quinn sat there with an oversize T-shirt that could get through as a dress, her hair uncombed and greasy while a big depressive pout came from her lips. She was staring on her knees as she had pulled her legs close to her body
Shachi, who sat next to Quinn, tilted to her, trying to lift her mood with a smile. "Hey, you wanna go somewhere?"
"Yeah, we're gonna treat you for anything you want," Penguin said, smiling as well. "Your favorite cafe?"
Settling her face down to her knees while putting her arms around her legs, she shook her head slightly. "You guys are so sweet, but I dunno, I don't feel like eating or so..."
"We go outside anyway," Judy told. "It's better for you to get some fresh air and actually do something now."
"Yeah, let's just go," Shachi agreed with cheering undertone. "I'm sure you'll feel better afterwards."
"I dunno..." Quinn mumbled. "What if I run into Sabo? This would be sooo awkward, I don't wanna say 'hi' to him nor ignore him."
Judy got up and walked over to her, pulling her from her chair by her holding her wrists. "We may be in a small town, but it's big enough to not certainly run into anyone particular."
"But I always run into Trafalgar too," Quinn tried to support her argument. "And this guy's working full-time until the late evening. I think..."
"But Sabo's not Trafalgar," Judy replied, suppressing her slight irk. "You look super greasy, go and take a shower and we'll have fun today." She walked behind Quinn and shifted her with both hands on her back towards the bathroom.
"Hey, wait," Quinn said, tilting her face over her shoulder, "but my clothes."
"I get them." Judy pushed her without much trouble inside.
"But I don't kno-"
"Go," she ordered, closing the door before her nose. She then stayed there staring a little to be sure that Quinn would not get out again. As the girl didn't, Judy looked over to the dining table where the two guys were watching and chit-chatting. "You two wanna see what Quinn's wearing underneath her clothes?"
"What...?!" they exclaimed confused and blushed.
"Just kidding."
As she walked away to get Quinn something to put on, Shachi stared after her. "Oh man, this woman."
"Hey, let's ask Law if he wanna come too," Penguin suggested randomly.
The redhead turned his face back at him. "Isn't he at work?"
Penguin put out his cellphone and sent him a message. "Not sure, lemme ask."
Relaxing then, Shachi leaned back and stretched his body with a yawn before he said, "I feel so sorry for Quinn."
"Can I be honest?" asked Penguin and his mate looked at him in wonder. "I liked Sabo, but I had the feeling he wasn't the right for her anyway."
"Why that?"
"She seemed not herself when they dated," said he, struggling somewhat to explain his point, "I mean, she was, but not herself-self, you know?"
"Hm... I get what ya mean. She was her, but somehow different."
"Yeah! But only when Sabo was around, I guess?"
"Sorta..."
"She seemed kinda stupid," Judy suddenly appeared with a clear statement from behind. "Just say it, Quinn was stupid in love with him." She took the chair from afore and sat down with strict expression. "I don't care what reasons he had, but he better not show up anymore."
"That's harsh of you," Shachi said quietly.
"No, it's not. He was using her for his own well and broke her heart many times. I don't care if he told her he did it wittingly or not. If he'd come to apologize or explain himself again for his conscience, Quinn will misinterpret it and hope there's still something."
He looked down, not thinking much about it before he would agree in guilt for talking bad behind Sabo, "you're right..."
"Quinn deserved better than this guy, I knew anyway they're gonna break up someday."
His attention wandered from her to her rear and he straightened in shock. "Ah Judy..."
"Though I expected him to do," Judy continued, "she's too naive for."
"Judy..."
"Gosh, they should've done that long time ago, I don't know why she was still trying so hard."
"Juudy..."
"It's alright," Quinn was next to appear out of the blue, passing them to get to the refrigerator, "just as you said, I should've known earlier."
Surprised, Judy glanced over to Shachi whose face only offered a 'I've tried to stop you, don't blame me for her hearing you!'. Quietly with tensed face, Judy looked back at Quinn, uncertain how to react. "Quinn, you know I don't mean it that way."
"You did," Quinn said, filling water into a glass. "But I'm not surprised, I've known before you didn't support us, so don't worry. Be mad at him, I know you just mean well for me."
"Aren't you?" asked Judy cautiously, causing curiosity also from the other two.
Quinn made a weary sigh and turned her front side to them, leaning against the counter with the glass in her right hand. "I have no energy to be mad at anyone. Thrice a year, and this year I already wasted two on Trafalgar and you. Otherwise it disturbs my algorithm."
'Waste' wasn't the word Judy wanted to hear. It just made it sound like she wanted to rant on her now new ex-boyfriend, but somehow couldn't. "You really make me feel bad, you know that?"
"You don't have to," Quinn told and rinsed the glass to put it away. With a flat expression she passed the bunch at the table. "So, let's go outside now."
Staring after her as she went back into her room to get ready, the group didn't like how this had turned out.
"Well done, Judy," Shachi said in slight mock, turning her mouth corners downward without any further comment.
...
Just as had said, they ended in Quinn's favorite café close to her work. Together they were trying to enjoy the ordered cakes and cold drinks, but it was harder to bring a smile on that melancholic face than thought. Quinn sat there and stared at the pie while poking the top with her fork, saying nothing. Not only that her mood was low, you could pretty much see it on her clothes and body posture. The whole way to the cafe she was sitting and walking with slugged shoulders in jeans and a lumpy T-shirt she hadn't even ironed (and thereby Judy had picked her an outfit). Her hair was tied to a messy ponytail, part of it not even dry yet.
As she put the fork down and shifted the cake toward the table's center, they looked at her until she said, "nah, I don't want it."
"Sure?" asked Penguin, stopping his fork half-way to his mouth.
"I wanna go elsewhere... " Quinn told and stood up. "I mean, you can finish, but I'm gonna head outside for a while."
Quinn left with the quiet stares at her back before Shachi spoke out in frustration as she was gone, "aaah, I hate seeing her like that!"
"She didn't even taste the cake," said Penguin, looking at the pie that stayed, except for the fork holes, untouched.
"Fuck." Hearing that, the four eyes moved to Judy, who was staring with neutral expression ahead into space. She repeated herself then, this time more in little upset. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."
"What's wrong?" Shachi asked, not grasping her bother.
Judy let her head fall into her hands with her eyes pointing down to the table. She moaned deeply with regret and discernment. "I've totally forgotten that this is the place she spent little time with Sabo first."
"Ouh. Shit."
It was the bar Quinn had ended up alone. Though she might have said she would be out only for a while, she made use of the time where the group was still inside, finishing all the stuff they had ordered, and went to the bar on her own. This was the place she was certain to not run into Sabo at all. Sitting on the bar stool at the counter, she hung with her face in her hand and just let out her mood clearly written on her face.
"What's with the long face?" Milo asked as he halted in front of the girl.
"Hi Milo..."
"Oh no, ye don't look good. Wanna tell what happened?"
"Sabo and I broke up," said she idly.
"No, ye joking," he replied, a tad shocked.
"No, we've broken up three days ago..." Quinn told, straightening a little except for the head. With a big sigh, she moved it up to face the ceiling for a moment, whining exasperated, "I feel so stupid, Milooo. What is thiiis?"
"Where's Judy?" asked he.
Quinn pursed her lips and nestled her chin back in one hand, slight displeasure shown on her face. "I was with her and Shachi and Penguin half an hour ago, and they try to comfort me, but I dunno... I don't feel like that. I don't feel like receiving comfort from people who hadn't believed in this relationship anyway."
"Ah sweetie," Milo said, "you're still young, this isn't the end of the world. It's totally normal, almost everyone has to go through this once. But later, when yer head's not hanging anymore, it's experience ye can talk about."
She remained quiet and her lips arched, not convinced about his encouraging words.
"I mean, just think about the good moments ye had with him. Don't regret it."
"But it was all just temporarily."
"A lot of things that makes us happy's just temporary. But that's fine, new good things are always coming."
"Milo; you're so sweet," she said. It felt good to be comforted by someone who was completely neutral to the situation.
Milo put a big cocktail glass in front of her, snapping her back to the moment as her mind slowly rambled away. "On the house!"
She looked at it and back into the bartender's face, who then earned the first smile of hers on that day. "Thank you."
Half an hour later, after spending it in front of the bar with Milo's company now and then when he didn't have to serve other customers, Quinn heard Judy from behind suddenly calling her name. She turned around to face the bunch she had left behind.
"Hey, why did you just leave?" Penguin asked. "We were worried."
"I'm sorry, I just- sorry. Stupid me."
Judy narrowed her brows. "Stop calling yourself stupid so often, it's annoying."
"Huh? But you do that too!"
"Yeah, but I'm not you. I'm a second person whose opinion shouldn't matter to you. But if you call yourself like that, you're talking yourself down and this makes you only self-conscious." She cocked her head in confidence. "I, for example, would never call myself something bad, this is unattractive."
"Slut. Dumb. Shallow. Arrogant. Ignorant. Mean."
"See, I don't care."
"Touché."
Her side leaned against the bar counter, between the stool Quinn was sitting and another empty one, and she looked at the girl with the cocktail glass in her hands sucking on the straw. "Anyway, you prefer staying in the bar?"
Quinn's eyes wandered off for a swift moment and Milo noticed that. "Hey Judy," said he, getting her attention as she seemed completely oblivious. With a head-motion, he asked her to lend him a second to talk eye to eye, thus Judy got over to him a few meters farther. "We know ye mean well, but I think it's better to give her some time by herself."
Not understanding, she said, "what? But she's just closing herself off from everything. This isn't good. We haven't talked or see each other already three days long."
Feeling hard to tell her, he gathered his guts and said, "she doesn't want to talk to you guys now."
Surprised about that statement, Judy's lips parted with no response possible. She took a deep breath then and tried to keep a calm face. "Oh, I see. Well then..." Turning to Shachi and Penguin, who were standing there not knowing what to do, she signalized them to get out with her, leaving. "If you need something, call me, okay?" told she Quinn, who only nodded faintly with a weak 'thank you' smile.
Shachi and Penguin offered her their ears too in any case she needed someone else by her side. Then they were gone and Quinn relieved.
When Quinn had come home, crying out on Judy's shoulders, it was a guarantee that something really bad had happened. Law hadn't questioned it, he had never seen her crying that way, not even when they had been in captivity, but there was only one thing he could have thought of and that one had made him unsure to stay or not.
He was standing between the dark hallway and the living-room, staring at her. It wasn't a loud whiny cry but filled with so much disappointment and pain, coming from the girl he liked, and he had no clue how to act and response.
It wasn't an occasion to be happy about, but Law felt a big load just got off his mind just as he understood the situation. He felt bad for wanting that to happen, but relieved that her cry meant there was no reversion. It was sort of gloat to his own well. He could watch her all day standing there, dumped by that guy, yet he didn't like to see how she was suffering until her eyes would do no more.
Judy's eyes wandered over to him, looking over Quinn's head who was pressing her face against the brunette's shoulder. Only a quiet exchange of looks, nothing more. It was so quiet and expressionless from her, Law had to hold his frown. He wanted to leave, he didn't want Quinn to know he was there too.
As he decided to pass her quietly to get to the door, Quinn straightened a little and perceived him from the corner of her eyes. His heart paused for a moment as their eyes met, as her red teary eyes stared at him, and he felt uncomfortable and helpless right away. In a blow of only dozen of milliseconds, so many thoughts raced through his mind. 'Should he say something' or 'should he say nothing' were the elementary questions that bothered him. Had he the right to comment on this? She considered him her friend, so yeah; but Judy remained quiet too. Why? What was a normal friend supposed to do in this moment?
It was just before his mouth could open when Quinn's gaze sank back to the shoulder and Law knew then, she didn't want him to be there. She thought she was alone with Judy. He should have waited for a later, better situation to leave. And his heart was throbbing when he tried to behave calm as he walked out the door.
Had he done something wrong? He had been wondering this three days long. It was exhausting and upsetting to think about how he could have done better, thus he had been trying not bothering it.
In those three days he hadn't spoken with her, no one did. When Penguin had texted him, Law had been at work. To his bad as he had wanted to see her so badly, or... sort of. It didn't matter how much his urge was to see a person, he still felt some awkwardness when thinking back to how they parted last. Approaching her in the group would make it surely less uncomfortable, so he was sure to get by after work. But when Penguin had sent another message, telling him that they had left Quinn alone in the bar, Law had considered for a minute not to go. There must be reasons why they did so; if she didn't feel good, he didn't need to make her more uncomfortable.
But in the end, he knew he was just making excuses to himself.
So as he walked in the late evening into the bar, he spotted her alone in a booth while she was staring at nothing particular focused. In his hand he held a little cube-shaped box, which he glanced at for a swift moment before deciding to walk over to her.
"You alone here?"
Quinn looked up at him as he was standing in front of the booth and took place next to her then, putting the small box on the table.
A ghost of a smile washed over her face and she looked back down. "I didn't feel like hanging out with the others today." She looked at the box. "What's this?"
"This is for you."
"For me?" Surprised, her eyes returned to him and then back to the box, taking it in her hand to eye it more thoroughly. 'Good Mood Tea' was written on it and tickled out a little laugh from her. "This is the same brand I've bought you the 'Good Night Tea' from."
"I know," Law said. "I happened to have that around."
"It's not open."
"Never drank it."
"Liar," said she with a small smirk at him, "why should you have something cute like this flying in your quarters?"
"If you don't want it, I can take it back."
"No, no. I take it, thank you." Eyeing the tea box again, her eyes soon narrowed in doubt at him. "Wait... are you mocking me?"
Law raised slightly a brow as he frowned. "What?"
"You're being nice, you're mocking me, right?"
"I've brought you tea, I don't know what's mocking to you."
Her lips widened to a discomforted smile and she shrugged her shoulders, looking away from him. To her, the reasons were clear.
"If I wanna mock you, I have a dozen other ways to do," he added.
"Like openly making fun of me now for believing so much in that relationship?" she said with a little self-irony. "This... how did you call it? Teenage romance?"
"That would be an example," said he, making her smiling sarcastically.
"Great," she said, "guess I was the only one who didn't see that coming."
"I didn't," he claimed. "I didn't care enough to do."
Her idle eyes wandered back at him. "Alright, at least that."
Law studied her a little as she lowered her face into her hands, not minding to look elsewhere again. Everyone knew about the breakup, but Law had no info what had led her or him to this decision. From her behavior, he couldn't expect her to talk on her own, though this was normally how it worked. But he could be sure it was nothing that had ended good. Waiting a little in silence, he asked then. "What happened?"
Quinn side-glanced him, still hanging with her face in her hands. "I thought you don't care?"
"Not enough to see it coming, but enough to ask."
"I don't feel like talking about it... maybe another time."
Another time. At least that
"Today, I..." she continued, "I dunno, the others tried to lift my mood, but I somehow don't want to. I feel like I've lost a game to them and be the stupid one after hearing that not even Penguin believed in it."
"What happens when a cop goes to bed?"
Confused about the reply not suiting her statement at all, she looked at him with furrowed brows. "Sorry?"
"I said, what happens when a cop goes to bed?"
Quinn looked at him for a moment with slitted eyes, digesting his words she wasn't sure about. "Are you telling me... a joke?" asked she then, cautiously. As Law didn't feel like answering but rather uncomfortable that she had to speak that out like that, a soft smile grew on her face up to her eyes. "He becomes an undercover cop. The first time I heard it, I laughed a lot."
He tilted his head away and sighed. "Why am I trying, you know all jokes anyway."
"Got another?"
"No."
"You looked it up for me?"
"...Yeah."
Quinn leaned back, her smile not faltering. "Tea and a comforting joke, what have I done to receive this honor?"
"Let's say, we're celebrating your independence," said he nonchalant.
"Oah, seriously?" Quinn responded, "and I thought you were cute for a moment."
She folded her arms, staring with pursed lips to her lap so that a smirk grew back on his face. That huffy reaction was what he had expected, not the heavy melancholic one.
"Told cha, you came to mock me. I should never get into a relationship ever again, pff."
"If no one's there, you can't be hurt, indeed."
"You've never been in one, so why are you talking?"
"Observation and logical conclusion."
Quinn half-lidded her eyes. "...Right. This one still exists."
When Law kept silent, she leaned forward over the table and looked at him, almost obtrusively. "And you're never been in love before?"
"Yeah," Law replied simple.
"Not even a crush?"
"No."
"Middle school?"
"No, Peanut."
"High school?"
"No."
"College?"
"No."
"You're lying." She had seen a tiny twitch on his forehead, thus made that allegation. With a big grin, she budged up a little closer to him. "Tell me! What was her name? Was she younger or older? Did you study the same? Oh my god, was it... Cecilia?"
Law leaned his head a little back as it tilted aside, responding carefree, "that you still remember that name."
"Good brain, boing," she said, tabbing her own head lightly with a fist. "Sooo, Cecilia, huh? You like older women? This suits you. I imagined you to be with someone tall and pretty and definitely at least your age. Basically someone like you, and as you know, people who are alike find to each other because the harmony works and that's why I was so attracted to Sabo, because he was so funny and happy and-and-and," bringing her thoughts back on Sabo, a sudden wave of depression hit her and she lowered her head on the table, wailing, "meeeeeh, Sabooo..."
"The perfect example that it doesn't always work out," Law said, shamelessly.
"Yeah, you're right..." she mumbled, still with the same pouting expression. In a jerk then, she straightened her body and confronted Law again with big eyes. "Doc! Am I pretty to you?"
"What?" he said, staring back at her with eyes slightly taken aback.
"Do you think I'm pretty? Or am I ugly to you? I'm at least a six, right?"
He wondered what she was thinking again by asking him something shallow like that, but didn't bother to answer, "zero."
Her eyes became smaller again, uninspired by that answer. "Ass."
"Right, zero ass," Law summarized, "you got zero ass."
"Now you're just fooling yourself."
Law smirked and leaned a bit forward to her too. "So, you wanna tell me something different?"
Her face increased a bit in color and her eyes turned back huge in embarrassment. "I, I, I, I, I..."
"You, you, you, you, you?"
"I hate you."
"Vice versa."
"You're a one."
"How merciful."
Quinn leaned back into the seat again. "I know, right? I'm always one nicer than you."
His smirk changed slowly to a little smile, but was interrupted as his cellphone chimed. He pulled it from his pocket and checked who was disturbing him around that time.
"Who's that?" Quinn wanted to know as well.
"Penguin," Law said and then answered the call, "yeah?"
Patiently, she was watching him as he took that call, wondering what the matter was.
"On my way home," he told the other side of the line and her patient and relaxed face changed a little to suspense. He didn't make the call long though and hung up just seconds later he had said that.
"You're leaving now?" asked Quinn.
Law checked the time on his screen before he put the device down. "My bus is coming in fifteen minutes."
"Oh, okay."
"You gonna stay here?"
"No," Quinn said and got up. "My bus is coming too. I leave now. Thanks for the tea and see you."
Her decision happened without a warning and he watched her as she stepped out the booth, walking towards exit. Again, the mood drop (at least he thought so) wasn't planned; he had come in order to lift it, hence was confused why it turned out quite bad at the end and then so sudden.
"Peanut," Law stopped her midways and she turned to him, staring. His forehead tensed a little. "Take care of you."
Quinn's lips formed to a straight line, but grew soon to a smile beyond her eyes. She nodded as a last good-bye and left.
As Quinn got home around ten, the whole apartment smelled like pancakes and carried her straight to the kitchen after kicking her shoes off. Judy was still awake and stood in front of the stove, swinging the hot pan.
"Oh, there you are," said she as she heard Quinn entering. "Perfect timing. Were you in the bar all the time?"
"Yeah," Quinn answered and moved up to her to look at her doing. "You're making pancakes?"
"I thought you haven't eaten yet, so yeah."
Her brows furrowed with mouth corners sunken so deep down in shame. "Juuuudy, you're the beeeest. I'm sooo sooorry I was so rejecting todaaay, thank you all for trying to comfort me."
"Yeah-yeah, it's alright." Judy turned the stove off and put the large pancake onto a plate. As she was putting a sweet apple sauce filling on it, her eyes noticed the box in Quinn's hand. "What d'you got there?"
"Oh, uhm, 'Good Mood Tea'" Quinn told, lifting it a little to show her the label. "Trafalgar got me this, isn't it cute?"
Judy stopped after she had folded the pancake, raising a questioning brow at her.
"I think he showed up after work," Quinn explained. "We just talked a little, not long and then he had to go again."
"I see..." Judy mumbled somewhat, spraying whip cream on the side and finished the plate with chocolate sauce. "You feel better?"
"Yeah, I do- woaaah! Is that for me?! It's so pretty!" Again, her face showed how bad she felt for turning her friends down today and she gave her friend a big hug. "Ahh! I love youuu, I'm so sorry, please don't be mad at me, I was acting so stupid, I won't do this again!"
"Yeah-yeah, I said it's alright," Judy repeated and looked away as if annoyed. "Better eat this now and get a cup of this tea before you go to bed."
"Yes, Mommy," Quinn said with a big smile and let go of her.
After enjoying the pancake Judy had prepared for her, she went with a hot tea mug inside her room and got comfortable on her bed. Holding it in her hands and waiting for it to cool a little, she did a quick review of today, but tried not to bother her mind too much with it. It wasn't the best, but the bar had made it okay. Maybe it would have been better if she could have stayed a little longer in company...
Anyway.
As she sipped from the tea Law had brought her, her tongue stretched out with a gasp. "Eww, it's bitter..."
A/N: Thanks for the many reviews on the previous chapter and you're not the only ones happy they broke up, so don't feel bad hehe (I, too, wanted to get to this point so badly).
skypineapples33 & Nightmare22 - When I wrote that phrase, I also thought that would be a great way to hint bisexuality, but I'm sorry to disappoint you: my Law is 100% straight.
