Quinn Fabray - The Queen of Cups

just—dave:

Day in and day out, it was generally all the same. It was yet another reason on the long list of them as to way Dave drank. Sometimes, though, the repetitiveness was too much even for Jack to handle. He was pretty sure it got like that for a lot of people, both in the carnival and in the “regular” world. Not that Dave knew much about how the regular word worked first-hand. 

He found himself at Quinn’s door, balancing a bottle and a late lunch for the both of them under one arm as he knocked loudly on the door. “‘Bout to lose my shit, lady,” he called. “Lemme hole up in here for a while.” 

It had been a long time since Dave showing up on her doorstep had been a surprise for Quinn; in fact, she couldn’t remember a time when she hadn’t half expected him to come knocking any minute. The reason never exactly shocked her, either - she often dropped by his trailer for the same purpose. As much as she really loved the carnival life, the little things did start getting to you. That was why she kept coffee alongside her tea, and sturdier mugs than the small, delicate set her mother had taken from her childhood home and left with her daughter as some sort of blessing.

At the sound of his voice, Quinn put aside the deck she’d been straightening and swept the various things spread across the surface of the kitchen table into one more compact heap. It would drive her crazy to have it all jumbled up, but it was better than leaving it to Dave’s mercy. She considered putting something on over the tanktop and athletic style shorts she preferred for hanging out at home, then decided against it. It wasn’t as though Dave would care… and it wasn’t like he hadn’t seen it before. Tucking the hair that had escaped her ponytail behind her ears, she took the few steps to the door.

Once there, she opened it with a smile. “Hi, stranger.” Gesturing at the food, she teased, “If some of that isn’t for me, you can just turn around and find somewhere else to hide out.” She was already stepping out of the way, though, giving him room to enter.