Hangin' 'round downtown by myself and I had so much time Who: Quinn and Galen When: Around 9pm Where: Around Les is More The party wasn't exciting to Quinn. She was expected to behave herself in groups, and there was sure to be a fairly large one at the Moriarty home. Instead, she had decided to take the night off. Before the guests arrived she'd already left, having called a taxi to get her somewhere, anywhere in town. It was better to be simply bored while walking around than bored and sorely tempted. The driver had dropped her off at 5th street after she'd made a few unwelcome comments about his personal upkeep and body odor (to be fair, she couldn't help but smell him). That had been around seven.
After walking for about two hours, she'd arrived at Les is More. She could have gone in, but she wanted to wait until five minutes before closing. Even if they kicked her out, she loved annoying wage-working employees by showing up just before their store closed and delaying them. The looks on the faces, the looks they tried to hide most of the time (and sometimes never bothered to) were fairly priceless. Besides, she hadn't been in there in a while and she wanted to see if they had anything new and good in stock. The last time she'd visited had been in her stripper days, which, admittedly, had not been so long ago. Still, surely they'd gotten a new shipment by then. She was particularly interested to see if they had any handcuffs, since she'd worn out a few pairs. People were escaping from them too easily. If not, she'd find another store; she was fairly sure there was one on the other side of town, or thereabouts.
Until 9:55, she had some time to kill. Quinn strolled casually down Hamilton street, the movement fluid and natural even with her favorite platform shoes on. The black button-up coat she wore went down to her thighs, barely covering the red mini skirt she had on. The top buttons were slightly undone with the sole purpose of showing off her short white shirt and black tie, teasing any passers by with the school girl-esque outfit she had underneath. On a few occasions she'd gotten some dirty looks, particularly from a mother who turned her child's head away. Quinn had just smirked; sure, kids didn't need to know about sex at that boy's young age, but she'd loved annoying that mother. It had affected the other woman more than Quinn, and Quinn just ate that up.
Boredom was setting in, just as she'd expected. Still, with less people around she'd have an easier time getting into trouble without getting caught. Her dark brown eyes flickered from face to face as she walked, finally settling on one. She whistled to get the person's attention.