Quinn Hanson (sister_hanson) wrote in freedomtownic, @ 2020-04-16 20:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | cynthia stone (ultimate_sin), quinn hanson (sister_hanson) |
Put a Ring On It Already
Who: Sin and Quinn
Where: Sin & Quinn's Super Mega Pop Culture Emporium
When: Saturday, March 28th
Rating: PG
"How you doin', gorgeous?" Quinn asked her partner Sin as they fussed about getting the store clean and ready for opening for the day. Quinn was dressed in purple Docs with tight black jeans and a purple tight-fitting tee that had a unicorn on it with 'Gilmore's Glorious Goods' printed underneath. "Think we've got time for a quickie?" She asked with a waggle of her eyebrows.
"You know, I can't help but hear Joey Tribbiani in my head every time you say that." Sin laughed, wiping down the register and front counter as they talked. She wore ridiculous (yet somehow fitting for her) rainbow leggings with black work boots and a sleeveless A Woman Scorned t-shirt, her hair blonde with bright red streaks. "As for the quickie... help me get this place ready fast enough and I think we can definitely get one in."
"You're such a tease," Quinn replied, poking her tongue out. Still. She did seem to be working much quicker than she had been the minute before. She did a look around and adjusted a few things that were out of place. "Seriously, though. Anything on your mind?"
"Nonsense. Teasing would be having blonde hair and doing things like this" She said before turning to pull her shirt up to flash the other woman. "Oh wait. I did both of those things, huh. Ok, I guess I'm a tease." Even after all these years, Sin still got sadistic pleasure in how easily she could get Quinn going. "And nothing... like... bad, I guess? Mostly just hoping stuff goes well with Jodi and Caitlyn. Jodi said Betsy asked she and Caitlyn for Dany's hand in marriage, and Caiti didn't handle it all that well."
Quinn let out a low growl, half tempted to just stop what she was doing and TACKLE the other woman. How she showed restraint we may never know. "Why the fuck would Caitlyn be upset? Dany's out of the house, about to be married... oh. Empty nester. I get it." She frowned. "She didn't upset Jodi, did she?"
"Nah... this older Jodi is pretty chill, to be honest." Sin told her, as if in shock over it. "She said Caiti almost immediately fell to one of her Others, is all. Which means it's something they're gonna have to handle delicately. Like... think of how Rachelle would handle it, right? Then do the EXACT freakin' opposite."
"I think doing the exactly opposite of what Rachelle Martin-Bale does is sound advice for anyone, babe," Quinn pointed out with a smirk. Noticing a few of the comics were in the wrong spot she moved things back to where they should be. "Still... that really sucks."
"Yeah... but it's not our place to judge, you know? End of the day, these technically aren't the same Jodi and Caiti we knew. Who knows if they've been through crap we don't even know about?" Wow... was Sin... Sin... actually maturing? "I bet they managed to terrorize you even in another reality though. I'd put cash money on that." Yep. Nevermind.
"I swear to this day that a blood vessel burst behind my right eye after seeing them in the living room that one time." A beat. "Those bitches." Clearly as a couple these two just brought out the BEST in each other. "But other than that, everything's copacetic? Nothing I need to worry about?"
"......no?" Sin asked, before turning around and hopping up, sitting that tiny ass down on the counter. "Should there be? I mean, stuff's been pretty aces by all accounts on my end..."
"Aces is good," Quinn murmured. She moved over to Sin and stroked her fingertips over those (TOO CUTE) leggings. "Because I kinda had a proposition and it only works if things are all hunky dory."
".....if this your way of asking for butt stuff, it's cool. I'll try anything once..." Sin blurted out as usual making jokes as soon as something worried her.
"Promise you'll like it," Quinn replied with a wry smirk. NOT where you were going with that, Quinn. Get back on track! "We've been engaged for a good long while now and... I know that we're waiting/hoping that our mom's come but... I don't know that I can wait anymore. When I introduce you to people I wanna say 'and this is my WIFE, Sin'."
"..........holy freakin' CRAP." Sin blurted out, a huge grin spreading onto her face. "Babe. I will marry you ANYTIME. We can do this next month, next week, tomorrow... heck, I'd go get hitched today. Right after we make out, obvs."
"Next week then," Quinn purred, leaning over to kiss along Sin's neck. "You're mine and I'm yours forever and ever and even after that, remember? And I want everyone on this planet to know it."
"Aw, babe..." Sin blushed, wiping away a tear that threatened to fully form. "Me going blonde really DOES get you going, doesn't it?" Of course she had to make a joke. It was her way.
"It really does," Quinn murmured. She parted Sin's legs so she could position herself between them. "I think it's time to start working on the rest of our lives. Don't you?"
"Of course." Sin told her, hands sliding behind Quinn to rest on the small of her back. "You realize that we're only about a week away from having been back together for six years?" She asked, showing that while she might not show it, she still was romantic enough that she remembered things like that.
"Then I think it's a perfect time to get married." Quinn grasped Sin's legs to hook around her waist. "Can you really believe that we've been together for so long already?"
"I'm just grateful, to be honest." Sin admitted, giving Quinn an affectionate squeeze with her legs. "We both made so many stupid mistakes over the years... we just got lucky enough to have them make us stronger."
Quinn held Sin's gaze. "We were very lucky," Quinn agreed. "I love you, babe. I want it all for us. House, work, babies, all of it."
"I love you too, Quinn. You've gotta realize by now that anyone else I ever dated was basically just me trying find someone exactly like you." She laughed, rolling her eyes at her own lameness. "You're the only woman I want, Quinn Hanson. Now and forever. Unless Britt turns up here. I still wanna get her drunk and get her to sleep with us just ONCE." She added, (half) joking.
"Dude, that girl's easy enough she'd have probably done it if we'd asked," Quinn pointed out with a laugh. She smooched Sin's nose. "I'd do anything for you. Like that song. Die, steal, kill. All of it."
"Ok, so... the idea of that? Is hot as heck. Srsly." Sin laughed, practically purring. "But howzabout we just take your word on that and don't test it, mmmkay?" She giggled, snorting once. "So... back on-topic: question of the day here is who's taking who's name?"
"Hmm. Quinn Stone. Cynthia Hanson." Both sounded good, but not quite right. "We could do that hyphen thing. Stone-Hanson or Hanson-Stone. That way we're honoring both of our mothers and any future generations." Quinn brushed a hand over Sin's hair, giving it a playful tug. It was a serious moment for both of them, but she was trying to keep it light as well. "But you're welcome to tell me that I'm talking outta my ass."
"Hanson-Stone. I like the sound of that." Sin admitted, giving an impressed little nod. "Lookit my baby usin' that noggin of hers. I like it!" She teased, leaning in to steal a quick kiss. "You're all I want in this world, Quinn. Ok, I also want to be best friends with Princess Leia. But you know what I mean!"
"Princess Leia?" Quinn's face lit up. "I bet we could make that happen, babe." She leaned in for a much deeper kiss, then leaned back slightly and waggled her eyebrows. "Soooo... how about that quickie?"