Wake the ones and rise tonight.
Fallen souls we shine so bright.
Rise now and ever.

In the room, once the light was on, Mack took another sip of her wine; sip meaning gulp. "Hoed out, huh?" She moved forward, looking around the room in an appraising fashion. Satisfied, Sarah turned and sat on the edge of the bed and nodded at Quinn. "I can do hoe. And boots. I can do boots, too. I love boots." She nodded rapidly, free hand scratching her stomach.

"See!? Jealous!" She lifted her wine glass, practically above her head, in toast to herself before taking a long sip. While Mack moved over to the bed, Quinn moved to her closet.

One by one, she pulled the folding doors aside so that it was wide open and ready for inspection. While majority of Quinn's loft was rather minimal without any sort of bells or whistles, her closet was practically exploding with clothing. Dresses in all different lengths, colors, and styles were packed in on hangers. Heels, boots, and a few sets of sneakers covered the entire bottom. And the shelf running from one side of the closet to the other at the top was lined with purses ranging from small clutches up to large hobo bags.

Quinn gestured dramatically at her haul. "Tah-dah!" She wiggled her fingers then pointed at Mack. "I promise! We'll find you something. What's mine is yours!" Quinn darted over to the side table beside her bed and set down her wine glass. Hand free, she ran back over to her closet, her black socks practically sliding across the hardwood floor. "First we'll find you boots! Hoe boots! Since you love boots!"

Mack laid back carefully on the bed, the glass of wine held far over the edge in case of spillage. She stared at the ceiling, feet dancing in the air to imaginary music. At the sound of the Quinn's triumphant exclamation, she turned her head to the side to survey the trove of clothing. "Whoa!" How she did it, no one would know, but Mack rolled off the bed and somehow ended up on both feet without spilling a drop of wine. After placing her nearly empty glass next to Quinn's on the nightstand, she hurried over to the closet.

"Holy sh*t, Quinn." Hands were running over the massive amounts of clothes hanging there. "How on earth did you acquire all of this?" Green eyes swiveled around to her friend. "Did you rob some stores?"

At Mack's reaction Quinn beamed proudly. And she looked to take it as an even bigger compliment that Mack thought she had turned to a life of crime to put together her extensive wardrobe. "No way! Not yet anyway."

She turned to face her closet and placed her hands on her hips. "I'm not good at much, but I'm good at shopping! And I had some extra funds last year, so..." She gestured at the clothing. "I invested it." A pause."Invested it into looking hot with the hopes of getting myself a sugar daddy!" She gave another crack of laughter that caused her to sway in her unsteady drunken state.

"Oh my god," Mack marveled. She gave a laugh at Quinn's quip of 'not yet' and began sifting through the many, many dresses hanging in front of her. "I'll say. Damn, woman! Sign me up. Think we could share the same sugar daddy?" Head tipped to the side, eyes squinting while she thought that over. "Maybe not...isn't that called prostitution at that point?" She laughed. "Find me some boots! I'm going first!"

Quinn had lingered back over to the wine glasses that sat bedside. She had forgotten which one of them were hers since both had such similar yet minimal content left, so she did the only logical thing. She downed the rest of them both and hoped Mack wouldn't notice since she was so engrossed by Quinn's closet.

She was snickering as she moved back over to Mack's side. "I'm not sure what it's called, but considering of all the quirks I've heard of in RhyDin I'm sure there's some guy who would be down for it! It'll just mean we get to charge extra- Oh wait, that is prostitution." Quinn gave another round of laughter before holding her hands out in an attempt to steady herself.

"Boots." She repeated sternly. "Boots!" She was giving herself a mission. She moved past Mack, the top half of her body practically vanishing into the depth of the closet as she rummaged through the shoes along the floor.

Bang bang, we're beautiful and dirty rich.
Bang bang, we're beautiful and dirty rich.

For a moment Quinn was still too lost in her own racing thoughts to comprehend was her BFF was saying. But when she felt the weight of Mack beside her she started shaking her head rapidly and swatting at Mack's thigh, trying to get the attention that she already had. "It wasn't a normal wall! It wasn't a normal wall!" Her excited shriek echoed in the small nook of the closet and she was lifting her gaze to peer above their heads.

"What do you mean it wasn't a wall? There was a wall here, I saw it!" Mack ignored the swatting, her gaze having followed Quinn's, much too curious at the find. "Holy sh*t, whoa. Pardon my French."

Quinn was having a very similar reaction to Mack's, even if she didn't voice it quite so eloquently. Now that their eyes had adjusted to the dark what the small false wall in Quinn's closet had hidden was quite apparent. Lining almost every inch of the three walls surrounding them was an arsenal that would make any lunatic drool out of jealousy. There were glocks. Colts. Various 9MMs. Berettas. Sawed off shotguns. Tasers. Knives. Brass knuckles. If it caused pain, there was at least one of them displayed neatly on the wall.

"I... didn't know this all was still here." Quinn?s stunned expression already made that perfectly clear.

"I must be dreaming," Mack said softly, staring up at the arsenal around them. "That's it, I've died and gone to heaven. Seriously, I'm gonna go start knocking down walls at my house to see if I can find a hidden arsenal." She looked over at Quinn, trying to get up on her knees. "You have all the luck!"

"Mack! Mack!" Quinn was still stunned, but her fellow blonde practically crawling on top of her in an attempt to get to get feet was causing her to laugh. "It's not luck! It's my ex!" Quinn was shoving to her feet as well, both using Mack for support and pulling her to her to stand as she went. "My ex was..." She squinted. "A weapons nut, I guess?" She shook her head. "I just never knew where he kept all of his stuff."

It was cramped in the closet between the wall and the store of Quinn's clothes, but they huddled together looking at the mass of weaponry. "Wow," she breathed, wanting very badly to touch them. All of them. "Why'd he keep it all locked up? Damn, I'd have this stuff displayed!"

Quinn furrowed her brows lightly. "I think it was kind of because of me? He knew I wasn't a huge fan of guns at the time. And maybe because we were trying the whole-" She shifted about in the small space, insisting on lifting her hands so she could do the finger quotes."-'normal' thing." She forced her hands back down to her sides. "This is not normal." Her gaze was back on Mack now, surprised at how enthralled she was by the arsenal. "You have drool on your chin." Snorts.

She knew there wasn't really any drool, but still her hand came up to rub at her chin. Mack grinned, looking sheepish. "I'm gonna go out on a limb and say that this," she gestured to the stockpile, "is not normal. But wow, I'm ten shades of green with envy. Do you know how much a collection like this is worth?"

Quinn had been so busy trying to comprehend the weaponry surrounding them that she had forgotten about the first thing that stunned her when she had fallen through the wall. It wasn't until Mack had mentioned worth that it all came rushing back to her. "Wait!" Without another word Quinn was dropping down to her knees and groping around the floor of the nook. It was very awkward with Mack there in such close quarters, but Quinn didn't seem to care. She gave a squeak of enthusiasm when her hands landed on something then she was crawling out of the little nook over the piles of shoes and under the array of dresses. "Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap!"

Enthralled she was. Mack had shuffled forward some, reaching for the nearest handgun and plucked it from its perch. She was too busy fawning over the piece that Quinn wasn't even paid any attention until she started freaking out. Reluctantly, the spacer set the gun back down and dropped to her knees to join Quinn among the sea of shoes. "What, what?!"

"Mack! Mack!" It seemed she was at a loss for words and only managed to pick out a few then repeat them until no end. Her sock clad feet were sliding around against the hardwood floor but she managed to scurry all the way to the bed where she dropped a bulging leather sack. Thin fingers worked at a manic pace in an attempt to untie the drawstrings keeping the sack closed, but she was so frantic that nothing was cooperating. "We need this opened, like, yesterday!"

Mack clambered out after Quinn, curiosity more than a little piqued now in her friend's obvious excitement. The blonde wobbled a bit when she'd escaped the closet, too much space now for the drunk. "Calm down," Sarah swatted at Quinn's hands, replacing them with her own. She held her breath as she worked, excitement building.

Quinn squeaked when her hands were swatted away and now without the drawstrings to fiddle with in her drunken state she had a little more sway where she stood. Idle hands folded over her mouth, her chest perfectly still since she was holding her breath. That green gaze was focused sharply on the bag and Mack's hands as she worked, then at the successful release of the cords she pumped both fists into the air. "Yes!" Her eyes widened and she reached out towards the sack. There was only a moment of hesitation, and then she tipped the bag over. It sank into the bed heavily, and from the now opened top spilled a handful of coins onto the covers.

Mack gawked. "Oh. My. God."

Quinn shoved her hands into her hair, forcing long blonde locks out of her face. "I can't believe it. I can't believe it!" She shook her head and looked at Mack. "It was his. From Tara." A long pause. "For killing evil Santa." She hoped her friend didn't ask for details. "I didn't know what happened to it. I figured it was just gone." She went from not breathing to gasping at air in large gulps like a fish. "I don't even know how much is there."

Mack's green eyes slid from the gold over to Quinn at her explanation. She didn't need details. Tara had been mentioned, so it made perfect sense. A hand dropped to paw at the coins, cupping a handful and letting them fall back to the bed through her fingers. The bag, she noted, was rather large and seemed to make a nice little dent in the comforter. "You're rich!" She proclaimed happily, looking back at her BFF. "Filthy, stinkin' rich!"

Quinn's eyes were wide and unblinking. She looked back and forth between Mack and the sack of leather, and then a slow smile crept along her lips. "No way. I've been living on my own for almost a year now and I haven't found this stuff." She then pointed between them. "You and I have one panty party and suddenly strike gold?" She reached down to the bed grabbing one of the gold coins and shoving it into Mack's hand. "It's fate! We're filthy, stinkin' rich, Mack!" She was back to squealing and drunkenly hopping in place.

Had she been less drunk, Mack might have deliberated longer. As it was, she still paused a moment to blink at the coin being pressed into her palm. After several moments of stunned silence, she was grinned from ear to ear and joining Quinn in that drunken dance of joy. "Oh my god, oh my god," she kept repeating, a thousand and one things running through her mind all at once.

"Oh my god! Oh my god!" Quinn joined in on the chorus of freaking out while she continued jumping around like a spastic rabbit. She then came to a skidding halt. She stared at Mack with a look of utter confusion. "What the hell are we supposed to do now?"

Mack mirrored Quinn, freezing with her arms in the air. She looked from her friend, to the money, and back again. Arms dropped back down with a slap to each thigh. "Let's swim in it!"