fandomhighdorms | First Floor Lobby, Wednesday, Feb. 9

Go for it! Quinn will help.

So, Wes had been so excited about helping people buy flowers on Monday that he'd totally forgotten to buy some for his own girlfriend-type person. Travesty!

He ambled over to Quinn's station, surveying the very same sign that had been up on Monday when this was his job. "At least you don't have a hundred flower petals scattered all over the floor," he remarked dryly.

"No, that was Monday at the hotel," Quinn returned, wrinkling her nose. "Rose petals smell terrible once people have been stomping on them for a couple hours, FYI."

Made sense. Wes wasn't crazy about the smell even when they were unstomped, so.

"Made any sales so far?"

Because he had. Just saying.

"Just Nathan coming by to talk about three-minute dates," Quinn answered. "It's been quiet otherwise."

The competitive side came out. "Why, did you?"

Oh. Nathan. Wes' favorite person. He wrinkled his nose, sympathizing with the awful fate of having to talk to that guy.

Nice, he was not.

"I did indeed," he replied, just a little bit smugly. "Though I'll probably buy some from you, actually, which should even it out."

See, Quinn? No need to be competitive.

"He's not that bad," Quinn argued. Mostly because Nathan was like half her guy friends in Lima, only with a better accent. "And I can probably set that up. So Katniss said yes?"

"She did," he agreed, definitely brightened by that fact. And he was just going to ignore the bit about Nathan not being that bad, because, well.

"Now, I know it's not a traditional color for Valentine's Day flowers and such, but I was wondering if there was any way of getting, ah, green roses?"

Weird, Wes. Just weird.

"It's just that I know she's particularly fond of green, so..."

"But it's not St. Patrick's Day," Quinn said skeptically. "I don't know. Supposedly the shop can get any color you order."

She scratched her neck, thinking about it. "Maybe get one red in with the green? Or is that too Christmas-y?"

It was true. It was not St. Patrick's Day. And this insight would likely have deterred a more reasonable person. Alas, not Wes.

"Hmm." Thoughtful face! "Well, she is from another universe," he reasoned. "She might not pick up on the er, Christmasiness of it."

Totally a word.

Quinn said it first, sort of. Therefore it was obviously a word.

"And if she does, you can say you wanted to be all festive, right?" she reasoned. "I mean, it's weird, but ... thoughtfull weird."

Yeah! Yeah, that made sense. Or something that resembled sense closely enough for Wes to think it did, which was the same thing.
"All right, then," he said decisively. "Eleven of the green, one of the red."

Big spender, this guy.

"Oh -- how did things work out with Puck?"

"You got it." Quinn filled out the order slip, then pushed it across the table so Wesley could write in the inscription he wanted.

She wouldn't peek. Well, probably. Well ... she wouldn't admit it.

"Puck? Oh, he asked me." The attempted nonchalance couldn't hide how pleased Quinn was by this development.

"Oh, excellent!" he said warmly. Yay having dates! Which was probably pretty typical for Quinn, sheesh.

And unfortunatey for Quinn, she wouldn't have too much to peek at, seeing as all he wrote was:

--Wesley

before sliding it back across the table. He was just creative like that.

"... seriously, you're just writing your name?" Quinn queried. (She'd kind of forgotten about not admitting she was peeking.) "Why put that much effort into it? Why not just W?"

Aaaand he was right back to being completely clueless in the romance department.

"Is that, er, bad?" he asked, looking over the card as if it held the secrets of the universe. He was so, so bad at this. "What would you suggest I write?"

"You're the one who's dating her," Quinn pointed out. "So write ... how you feel. But, like, not all overwhelming and sappy. Just a name looks like you either don't care or don't know what to say."

"Oh."

Imagine that.

He reached back across the table and took the card, crossing off what was already written there and then giving it some thought. For about a minute. Or two.

Then he looked up again, helpless. "Well, what would a girl want to hear?"

See, and now Quinn felt like she'd broken him a little.

Oh well. She could fix it. (And if she couldn't, well, that was Katniss's fault for being weird.)

"That she's pretty?" she tried. "That you really like her. That you think she's smart and interesting. And some kind of inside joke so she knows you're paying attention to her and not just saying nice things to get lucky."

Oh.

All those things were smart. And the sort of things he should've been able to come up with on his own, but hush.

He nodded thoughtfully as Quinn spoke, then managed to write something a little better. And then, because he had no boundaries and really wanted it to be good, he slid it back across the table for Quinn's approval. God, he was a dork.

Katniss,
You're pretty and smart and interesting, and you've a better hand with a bow than people I know who were literally born to it. Plus, you were able to digest those cookies Karla baked the other day, so you're clearly a superhero. I'm quite enjoying getting to know you, and I know you like green, so. Happy Valentine's Day.
Wesley

He was a dork who got it right once in a while, anyway.

He did get it right once in a while! Quinn read the message slowly.

"Wesley," she decided when she was done, "this is ... not actually bad. Congratulations, she'll probably like it."

Yay! And it was only his very first try ever! Well, except the part where he just wrote his name. But either way, success!

"Thank you," he said brightly, very near beaming. "And, ah, for your assistance, also. Thank you."

[[about to head to bed, but that about wraps this up anyway, so. night!]]

Who you will actually catch in a less-bitchy-than-usual mood.

Well. Unless she gets hit by an arrow.

Nathan was going to leave the ticket buying to Kate and the flower buying to the incredibly gag worthy romantics but that didn't mean he couldn't stop and say hello to Quinn. They'd had a three minute date so that made them practically bonded for life in Nathan's mind.

"Doing your civic duty?" he asked, hands in the pockets of his jacket. "Just need some hands to shake and babies to kiss now, dontcha?"

"I didn't even have to kiss any babies to get this job," Quinn said,amiably enough. Their three-minute date hadn't been a total disaster, even if he'd been a no-show at the bar. "Just hearing I was running scared everybody else off."

Well, no.

"Are you going to the dance?"

His lack of appearance at the bar had been for a good reason, at least! He'd been wallowing in the lounge, wondering how he'd ended up in love with someone he didn't even know. Total wallow material.

"That's what it looks like," he said, wandering over closer to her table. "Someone asked me and who am I to deny a request to be closer to me? That'd be denying someone a shot at a national treasure and I am too kind for that."

"Glad to hear you won't be sitting home alone crying," Quinn said, smirking just a bit at the 'national treasure' line. Of course he thought that. "My friend Puck asked me. Should be a good night."

"I've yet to meet this Puck fellow." And already, Nathan thought he was better looking but he'd think that about anyone. "Kate asked me on the condition I tell her she looks good when she gets in her dress. Shouldn't be too hard considering she probably will look good."

Still, he'd probably try and tease her or act like a stubborn ass and tell her everything but that she looks good. "And even if I weren't going, I would not be sitting at home, crying. I'd be out elsewhere, having my jollies licked and having my opinion of the holiday changed, I'm sure."

"Kate's pretty," Quinn offered. "If her dress is decent" -- look, Quinn wasn't sold on the whole punk-vintage-quirky thing Kate sometimes went for -- "she'll look nice."

She raised her eyebrows at the rest of what he had to say. "... please tell me 'having my jollies licked' doesn't mean what it sounds like it means."

Nathan just grinned widely and shrugged. "Whatever it might mean, you're thinking about it now which means I've done my job."

He made a show of dusting off his hands before tucking them back into his pockets. "I'm sure it has a multitude of meanings. The first thing you think of after it's said is a true measure of just how kinky of a person you are. Congrats, Quinn!"

That wasn't true. He also didn't care.

Quinn didn't have a good answer that wasn't yup, I'm a closet perv, so she made an elaborate show of rolling her eyes at him. "And congrats to you for corrupting my mind," she volleyed. "it's totally in the Valentine's spirit."

Edited 2011-02-09 18:48 (UTC)

"Are you actually upset about that or are you ironically telling me this because, in actuality, you're totally thankful to me for that corruption?" Nathan wondered, looking chuffed.

"It's a 'please let's talk about something besides jollies, licking and how mutually perverted we are'," Quinn said firmly. "No, I'm not upset."

Nathan laughed at her but wisely decided to lay off the topic. See, he wasn't a complete idiot. "How were the rest of your dates last Saturday? Did they compare to me? Did I set the bar incredibly high?"

"No true love, but they weren't bad," Quinn said. "Kate's ex told me he couldn't live without me. That was awkward. But everybody was pretty easy on the eyes."

"Kate's ex gets around, doesn't he?" Nathan asked, chuckling to himself. "And I'm going to take that very general statement as a compliment and say my gratitude knows no bounds."

Still grinning, he asked, "I kinda went a little batshit too. Seems like it was going around or something. My roommate got some tongue action and all I got was acting like a fucking codependent."

"I pretty much threw myself at somebody," Quinn leveled. "It was totally going around. I suppose I'm grateful he said no. Still. Pretty harmless by the standards of this place."

Unlike, say, the cupids that she kept giving the evil eye to.

"So some girl made you crazy?"

"I'm trying to repress it," he said, holding out a hand and making a face. "Every time I think about it, I feel like I'm about to retch all over the place because my behavior was that gross."

Feeling feelings ew ew ew.

"I would have preferred some tongue action but that was not in the cards for me that night. I ended up getting wasted and dicking around on a playground with Caroline. It was an excellent way to get the bad taste out of my mouth."

"I don't think mine was gross, I just owed a really big apology," Quinn shrugged. "Which I made. But you got drunk and went to the playground? I would have ended up throwing up all over the swings."

Which ... would remove the bad taste, but not quite the way Nathan meant.

"I can handle my drink," he said and patted his stomach like that was an accomplishment or something. "Did you manage any second go 'rounds with anyone? That's what we were supposed to do, yeah?"

And he ended up taking his roommate out. Hmm.

"Not in a date way, but I'm supposed to work out with Jack McCallister sometime," Quinn shrugged. "I don't really go to those things for true love, do you?"

"That was the first time for me but I wasn't expecting much more than to have a laugh and have a drink," he admitted, shrugging. "I got both of those along with a few other things that I'd rather forget but yeah, you're pretty spot on. Though, I didn't even get an offer of working out. I feel like I got positively gypped. What a joke!"

"At least this time I didn't get paired with any girls," Quinn noted. "Nothing against girls, I like girls fine, but it's really not what you go to three-minute dating for."

She eyed him speculatively. "Should I ask you to work out with me to make you feel better?"

Nathan snickered and shook his head. "I'm not really working out type. I prefer to do all my heavy lifting out in the wilds of the world. You know, really getting my hands dirty with the little man. Working out just seems so...posed."

But hey, to each his own. Nathan shrugged. "Now, I would not be adverse to asking me to do something else, though. That's just the kind of guy I am."

"I'm touched by your generosity," Quinn said dryly. She didn't think he could keep up with her in the gym. "But maybe we could see a movie or something, after the dance?"

Yeah, he wasn't really one to work out. It just made him sweat and he was thin enough, he didn't need to drop more weight.

"Yeah, like next week?" Nathan asked, nodding. "Should be enough time to get past the dance and the overwhelming...pinkness of Valentine's Day."

"Some people like pink," Quinn pointed out, but she was smiling. "I'll talk to you in class Monday. Unless you get lost on a playground somewhere."

"Won't happen," he said and winked at her before heading for the stairs. "See you, Monday, Quinn."

La. People should give me flowers.

First Floor Lobby, Wednesday, Feb. 9

Buy Tickets/Flowers [2/09]

Re: Buy Tickets/Flowers [2/09]

Re: Buy Tickets/Flowers [2/09]

Re: Buy Tickets/Flowers [2/09]

Re: Buy Tickets/Flowers [2/09]

Re: Buy Tickets/Flowers [2/09]

Re: Buy Tickets/Flowers [2/09]

Re: Buy Tickets/Flowers [2/09]

Re: Buy Tickets/Flowers [2/09]

Re: Buy Tickets/Flowers [2/09]

Re: Buy Tickets/Flowers [2/09]

Re: Buy Tickets/Flowers [2/09]

Re: Buy Tickets/Flowers [2/09]

Re: Buy Tickets/Flowers [2/09]

Re: Buy Tickets/Flowers [2/09]

Re: Buy Tickets/Flowers [2/09]

Re: Buy Tickets/Flowers [2/09]

Re: Buy Tickets/Flowers [2/09]

Re: Buy Tickets/Flowers [2/09]

Re: Buy Tickets/Flowers [2/09]

Re: Buy Tickets/Flowers [2/09]

Re: Buy Tickets/Flowers [2/09]

Talk to Quinn [2/09]

Re: Talk to Quinn [2/09]

Re: Talk to Quinn [2/09]

Re: Talk to Quinn [2/09]

Re: Talk to Quinn [2/09]

Re: Talk to Quinn [2/09]

Re: Talk to Quinn [2/09]

Re: Talk to Quinn [2/09]

Re: Talk to Quinn [2/09]

Re: Talk to Quinn [2/09]

Re: Talk to Quinn [2/09]

Re: Talk to Quinn [2/09]

Re: Talk to Quinn [2/09]

Re: Talk to Quinn [2/09]

Re: Talk to Quinn [2/09]

Re: Talk to Quinn [2/09]

Re: Talk to Quinn [2/09]

Re: Talk to Quinn [2/09]

Re: Talk to Quinn [2/09]

Re: Talk to Quinn [2/09]

Re: Talk to Quinn [2/09]

Re: Talk to Quinn [2/09]

Re: Talk to Quinn [2/09]

Re: Talk to Quinn [2/09]

Re: Talk to Quinn [2/09]

Re: Talk to Quinn [2/09]

OOC [2/09]