Chapter5: Quinn
By: Akira006
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"So what are we gunna do today?"
"Go eat, and then, do something else," Quinn answered with a sheepish smile.
Josie smiled back and shifted in the seat of Quinn's black 1976 Nova. She watched the scenery fly past as they pulled into a restaurant. Josie hopped out of the car and walked next to Quinn into the place. It was a nice but casual place, and the food was good.
"So tell me, what are we gunna do now?" Josie asked as she walked out of the restaurant with Quinn at her side.
"Wanna go see a movie?" He suggested.
"I'm all for it," Josie agreed before getting back into the car. They talked almost through the whole movie, whispering and making fun of the flick. It made Josie feel quite bit more comfortable around Quinn since he reminded her of her guy friends. They walked out of the theater laughing their asses off and stumbling out to the parking lot.
"Uh, where'd I park again?" Quinn asked dumbly as he looked around.
Josie shrugged, "I dunno."
"Shit." Quinn started laughing as he grabbed Josie's hand and pulled her along behind him. They ran around the parking lot in search of the Nova. Finally they found it . . . on the front row. They exchanged sheepish smiles and fell into a fit of laughs again as they got into the car.
"Well, this was certainly one of my more . . . interesting dates," Josie choose her words carefully.
"Who said it's over?" Quinn asked as he winked.
Josie grinned. "I'm in your hands."
They drove for a while in a direction and part of town unknown to Josie. She looked around uneasily at the run down streets. They were probably just passing through, and besides, Josie trusted Quinn to take care of her. She looked at the clock and was surprised to see it read 5:23. Already that late? It seemed like it was 1:30. 'Time flies when you're having fun,' She recited in her mind.
"So where are we going?" Josie asked.
"You'll see," Quinn replied with a slight edge of suspense in his voice.
Josie shrugged carelessly and continued to look out the window. They pulled up to an apartment complex and parked. Quinn got out, and so Josie did as well and walked extra close to him. "Where are we?"
"Part of the city I doubt you ever seen before," Quinn replied. He led her up the stairs to the third level. They walked along the old doors which were once blue but now a sickly green. Quinn stopped with Josie next to him and knocked on one of the doors which read '333.' The sound of locks being unlocked sounded from the other side and the door was opened. A grungy looking man with a spiked mohawk and many piercings and tattoos answered the door.
"Quinn!" The guy greeted with a hearty laugh.
"Satan!" Quinn returned warmly.
'Satan?' Josie asked herself.
Satan turned his head to look Josie up and down. "Oh!" Quinn cleared his throat, symbolizing he was going to say something important. "Josie this is Satan, Satan this is Josie."
"Hey," Josie greeted with a slight smile.
"Hello." He didn't return the smile but let the door open wider so they could come in.
Josie's eyes widened at the state of the place. There was hardly any furniture, but the apartment was covered with crap. She had to keep a disgusted look from coming on her face. Quinn seemed at ease here and kicked some junk off the couch before seating himself comfortably on it. Josie remained standing, still looking around the place and wondering who the hell could live like this.
"Have a seat," Satan offered with a wave his hand the other side of the couch. Josie knew it would be extremely rude to decline taking a seat. She went over her options in her head. Finally something hit her, and she sauntered over to the couch, sitting smack dab in Quinn's lap. He didn't seem to care at all and only shifted a little to make himself comfortable.
"So when's the party starting?" Quinn asked casually.
"Uh, sometime. Called up some people." Satan shrugged and looked around his apartment. He seemed to be pondering something. He shrugged carelessly again and in a way that said 'fuck it.' He walked into another room.
Josie took this opportunity to interrogate Quinn. "Party?" She asked as she turned around to look at him. He nodded his head and closed his eyes. Josie smiled softly at him. He looked cute like that.
Satan, however, ruined the moment by walking in. He looked around for a moment before walking into another room. "Beer run!" He shouted as he walked out of the room again. "Care to join me?" He asked Josie. She glanced about uncomfortably. He noted her distressed state and snorted. "Heh . . . you ain't gotta come if you don't wanna, princess." With that said, he walked out of the door.
"Um . . . your friend's . . ."
"Interesting?" Quinn offered.
"Yeah," Josie agreed shortly. Quinn grinned goofily.
"He grows on ya," He explained as he once again closed his eyes.
"Tired?" Josie asked gently.
Quinn shook his head. "Bored of waiting."
Josie frowned. "What?"
"Bored of waiting," He repeated except slower.
"Alright, of waiting for what?"
"Everybody to get their asses over here," He replied as if it weren't the most obvious thing in the world. Josie sighed. Well this was certainly an interesting date.
There was a loud bang of the door being thrown open. "We're HEREEEEE!" A voice sang out loudly. Quinn started laughing immediately while Josie looked around dumbly.
A woman followed by a man walked into the room. The woman had a long denim skirt on with high slits up the sides and a tank top. The man had on baggy jeans and a black shirt that said, 'I'm wearing pink panties.' Quinn stood up abruptly, throwing Josie off his lap in the process. She stumbled around and gained her footing finally. Quinn was already off conversing with the couple. The woman poked her head around Quinn's head and waved at Josie.
"Come here!" She commanded. Josie was taken back but obeyed and walked up next to Quinn who finally noticed her. "And who is this?"
"Josie. Josie this is Phil and Dana." Quinn introduced them.
"Hey," Josie once again greeted the strangers.
"Willow was behind us or at least that was what she said," Dana explained with a sigh. Phil nodded and lit up a cigarette, taking a long drag.
As if on cue, the sound of the door opening interrupted the conversation. A girl in a white dress and black corset over it stepped into the room quietly.
"Hey girl sup?" Dana greeted the girl.
"Hello," She returned politely. She looked like she had just stepped out of a book on the Salem Witch Trials or something. Her top was a white peasant top and the corset was real, making her waist tiny. She had long raven hair that fell past her butt and large brown eyes.
Before long, it seemed that twenty more people arrived, including Satan back from his beer run. Josie was eventually forgotten by Quinn who was busy with his friends. She really couldn't blame him. She probably would have done the same if she was in the situation.
She refused to touch or sit on anything. The place was too dirty for her. She took a beer from Satan, and had small sips of it. However, she became bored and all she did was drink and drink and drink. It wasn't long until she was flat out drunk and having the party of her life.
She couldn't remember what happened too well. It was all blurry. All she could remember was being driven somewhere and taken inside and there was Adam. She remembered being set down somewhere and left there alone. She didn't know where she was. She didn't know why Adam was there. She couldn't force her brain to work properly. All she could do was puke her brains up.
Then something strange happened. Heero was suddenly there, helping her hold her head over the toilet as she vomited and washing her off. She didn't know why he was there. Why had he even come by?
A/N: I'm stopping in the strangest places aren't I? Lol. Well, I'm hoping you're liking it so far. Please R+R! I only have one freakin review!