Roxanna "Roxy" Diaz (paramedic_chick) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-04-09 00:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-09, quentin, roxy |
Well, it would've been, could've been, worse than you would ever know
Who: Quentin and Roxy
Where: Quentin's apartment
When: 8:30pm
Roxy was pissed. Sure, she was depressed as hell earlier, but right then? She was pissed. Not only had her girlfriend been screwed over by her ex-girlfriend and not only had Roxy herself been exiled from her home, now she had her right wing man, Quentin, lose his own girlfriend. Apparently when it rained, it fucking poured, because this was the day from hell in Roxy's eyes. Though she couldn't just let Quentin wallow in his misery by himself. She had to be there for her friend no matter what, and she definitely owed him after the bullshit she dragged him through.
After convincing Alanna that she wasn't going to drive herself off a cliff, she headed on out, boxes of tissues, ice cream, and her field hockey stick in hand. Why her field hockey stick? Well, she wasn't quite sure what to expect when Quentin mentioned that stuff was flying around in his home, but if something was going to come at her, then she'd have good ol' Lucky by her side. Yes, her blue field hockey stick had a name. Deserved it seeing it was the same stick she used to bash K-lee in the face with.
The drive over to Quentin's sucked hardcore. Roxy had never been to jittery and anxious while driving. It was all thanks to a mixture of her emotions and absolutely loathing being by herself. The fact that she was no longer with her colony only added onto it. Eventually she reached his place and briskly slipped on out, all her belongings in hand while heading to his front door. At first she knocked, but no response there. Sighing hard, she then realized that his front door was indeed opened. "Fucking douchebag is probably too drunk to realize he left it unlocked," Roxy mumbled to herself while slowly cracking it open. "Quentin? You there, buddy? I got- OH. MY. GOD." When he said shit was flying around in his house? Yeah, the psychic wasn't joking.