Quinn

"How about..."

Quinn stopped for a moment, thinking it over. As much as she wanted to jump into bed with the other that seemed too fast.

"A few drinks... and an oath that you won't take too much.

It won't have any negative side effects right?"

"It depends on what you have to offer. I'm not one to ask for something another can't give."

A soft moan slipped from between her lips at the sucking on her throat. Her hands started to wander, slowly traveling along the other's curves.

"Plus we need to agree on an amount you can have."

"And how do tou intend to do that? And you can call me Quinn."

Quinn responded, a little noise escaping her as the woman licked at her throat. It was quite sensitive to such teasing.

"I prefer my blood where it is. Unless that's one of those vampire mind tricks I've heard so much about."

She responded with a chuckle, leaning in just a bit closer.

"But with enough convincing you might get me to part with a drop or two."

"Do you mean that in the you want to suck my blood way or the you want to sleep with me way?"

The pirate would grin back as she spoke. She was nothing if not bold.

The scout would meet they gaze, even moving her eyepatch out of the way to better meet those eyes. Even the scout's soul is gay.

"Do you stare at all the girls or am I special?"

Quinn is known for her good decision making. What could possibly go wrong with inviting a pretty vampire close?

She's completely sure.

She can come take a closer look if she'd like.

Just to make sure of course.

"And what is it you think you've seen?"

When Quinn isn't drowning in a bottle full of sugar and spite, she has the gayest thoughts.

//I'm at soup.

//I'm torn between making dinner like a responsible person or taking the fattest nap ever.

Don't mind Quinn. Whe's just face down on a table. She's had so much to drink looking around makes her feel sick.

She's having a great day.

//Sorry rather urgent work call. Getting to things now.

She just wants to hold hands with all of the local women at some point.

Is that so bad?

//My twin desire to write cute cuddly things /and/ my desire to write depressed drunkard Quinn are in a constant balance.

For once, the scout is sober.

She is simply out scouting another location for the crew.

//Sleep is claiming me.

to invite Nilah for a few drinks, ideally with a few more kisses mixed in, but the rational part of her knew it was best to leave things where they were for now. Plus she was starting to feel the fatigue of so long without sleep.

"Shall I take my leave until you next need a scout?"

I don't always hunt beasts worthy of you. You may just get a tooth from the next meal I hunt or a winning from my next drunken brawl."

She joked with a wink. She was not really committing to leaving; content to just stay near the farlander and let her play with that necklace. Part of her wanted --

She had won a kiss from the farlander. Her lips firmly pressed against Nilah's for as long as the other would humor her. Her head pushed forwards for a moment after the kiss was broken; seeking more. Perhaps Quinn was a bit more greedy than she would care to admit.

"Be careful what you wish for, --

her flirting to work to work so well, or for her to be beaten at her own game. Her plan had been to make another necklace with the other tooth she had taken, just with an 'N' carved on it and wear it on their next hunt together.

But, it was best the scout did not look a gift horse in the mouth. --

If finding the vermin was the issue, a scout would be invaluable. Quinn had extensive experience tracking creatures. Plus she needed an excuse to spend more time with Nilah, she had taken a liking to the farlander's company; something she often struggled with in Bilgewater.

She was not expecting --

//Blerg. Just drove for 5 hours.

Am tired.

"At least an SSS. Maybe higher."

//Finlay done sewing patches on. Replies starting soon.

"I can't believe I let them talk me into this. Maybe I'll meet some cute girls at least."

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//Sorry about not being present. I've been sewing patches on. I'm just not great at sewing so it takes time and plenty of pricked fingers.

That was unexpected. But not unwelcome. Two arms soon wrap around the other as Quinn returns the hug and kisses.

Maybe stealing a little squeeze of Fire's rear too.

A stretch. She is much too tired to be awake.