"Quinn!" Sarah shouted, happy that her BFF didn't have neighbors to bother with her yelling. Loud, obnoxious pounding on the door came next and then more screaming. "Open your door, Hooker! You better not be having birthday sex, you have to hang out with me right now!"
Quick slip slide-y sock clad steps carried Quinn towards the front door at the sound of Mack's hollering. She may not have had neighbors to worry about, but it still didn't mean she wanted to leave her BFF screaming and punching at her door for any longer than she had to. She yanked the door open, full clothed which meant there was no birthday sex to be had... yet.
"Hooch! What the hell?" She reached out, grabbing Mack by the wrist and tugging her inside with a snicker. "You're worse than Jack and Jim when they want attention. Next you're going to start clawing at my ankles for attention."
"I could do that," she said with a smirk, letting Quinn drag her inside. Upon mention of the little kitties, Mack set out to find the little hide-y monsters. She slinked along inside, heading for the living room. Thank God she was wearing a pair of worn jeans today, or her unmentionables would be on display as she dropped to her knees and crawled around on the floor in search of Jack or Jim.
"Do it at the bar sometime. I'm trying to see if it's at all possible for us to be so ridiculous that men don't throw themselves at us. So far I'm betting no, but it would be interesting to be proven wrong, eh?"
"Having a fun birthday so far? Have you started in on alcohol yet?" Asked the blonde from beneath the little dining room table. She'd found Jack curled up on a chair out of view.
Quinn shoved the door shut when Mack went off in search of the kittens, obviously not too phased about Mack suddenly getting down on hands and knees to find them.
"No booze yet. It's been calm. I'm saving my energy for the real festivities when we try to see how many days straight we can stay drunk." She grinned. "Look at me. Such an adult, with goals and stuff."
"Kitty!" Jack was dragged off the chair, much to his dismay and plopped on her chest where she lay in the middle of the floor behind the couch. "You know, Gideon is enough of a prick to enjoy having a woman mew at him from her hands and knees." Sarah giggled, squishing Jack with lots of hugs and snuggles. Her own cat, Sarge, was so fat and lazy that he wasn't much fun to play with these days.
Quinn was moving around the loft while listening to Mack talk, deep into her own search for her other MIA kitten. It was when she peered behind the jukebox that she found him. Jim was fished out of his hiding spot and cradled against Quinn's chest despite his meowing and squirming.
"I feel like you're presenting this information to me as if I should be surprised, but I don't think Gideon could do anything that would shock me. Not to women at least. He's not a bad guy, I don't think. He's just a pig." Quinn lifted Jim into her eyesight and cooed. "Isn't that right, Jimmy-Jim?" Cue an oink or two.
"He's a pig alright, but a really damn fine pig. Kissing him is like kissing a god." She made a face at Jack who was hoisted above her, then smacked a big, loud kiss to his nose before letting him scurry away to hide under the couch.
"I think this is the part where I'm supposed to tell you that it's not all about looks and that he's an ugly man because his soul is so black and he's mean or something, but..." She sighed and shook her head. "I can't do it. Boy has got it going on. The problem is that he knows it."
Mack paused, deciding to move the conversation away from Gideon for now. "I got you a present, but I'm trying to decide if I should make you beg for it. Or guess what it is before I give it to you."
She made a few more little piggy sound effects before brightening at Mack's words and scampering her way. "Tell me! I haven't gotten a present all day! Aaron had to leave to handle his house and I wouldn't demand much of him anyway since we're so new in... whatever this is between us. And Jim and Jack, the a-holes didn't make me breakfast in bed!"
Quinn sank down to her knees beside Mack. Thankfully she was wearing jeans as well or the peepshow she offered to her fellow blonde might have caused Mack to turn tail and leave before Quinn got her present.
"Pleeeease, Mack! The most prettiest and beautiful BFF I have in the whole entire world!" Cue the pouty face.
The blonde rolled over, grinning at Quinn who was crouching beside her. "Those bastards, you feed them and love them and they can't even make you a birthday breakfast!" She snickered softly and closed her eyes while Quinn massaged her ego.
"Your hair is like gold." Quinn tossed in one last compliment to solidify the deal then beamed when it seemed to work.
"Oh, alright. I'm caving because, honestly, I'm way too excited about it to wait for you to guess what it is! Calling me pretty is apparently enough." She rocked up onto hands and knees, then into a kneeling position. "It's sort of a...." she trailed off, pondering for a moment. "It's kind of a joint present. You have to share it with me, ya dig?"
"Present! Present! Pre-" She stopped her celebration and squinted at Mack. "It's not a threesome, is it? I mean, golden hair or not, I don't want to do you. And I'm pretty sure Aaron wouldn't be down, even if he did get to video tape it or whatever."
"No!" The blonde made another face and got to her feet. "Not a threesome. I'm over my desperation. I won't resort to lesbianism for another year or so. I'll be sure to let myself have sex before that happens, don't worry." Unfortunately, talking about that made Mack's mind wander and remember someone she'd rather not right now. It was difficult to keep a happy demeanor, but she soldiered on. "It's big, though. So big...I couldn't wrap it. And I couldn't bring it with me, either. We have to go see it."
"Just so we're clear. If we were lesbians? I would rock your world. So hard." Quinn lifted her hands while rising to stand. "Just need to make that crystal!"
"That makes me feel so loved, Quinn. You have no idea." She tried to keep a straight face, but did she succeed? Quinn would have to be the judge of that.
"I'm here to help! Mostly with alternative universe lesbian fantasies, but every little bit counts." She then put her hands on her hips and moved towards the door. "Alright. I just have to toss on my sneakers and we can go." She could be heard rummaging around in the front closet when she spoke again. "Is this something where I should bring a blindfold or whatever?"
Sarah slinked along after Quinn while she searched out a pair of shoes, hands slipping into her back pockets. "A blind fold? No, I don't think so. I can make you close your eyes before you see it and tell you when to look."
Quinn was hopping on one foot as she spoke, tugging on a red Converse to match the one she was already wearing. Once it was pulled on and tied she shrugged. "Had to ask. Sometimes blindfolds make things more adventurous, eh?" The smile she gave was a little too devious, but before it could be questioned she was pulling on her leather jacket and walking to the front door.
Mack bounced in place, suddenly overwhelmed with excitement. "Hurry up, Hooker! You're taking forever! Oh my god!"
"I'm waiting for you! Holy hell, Hooch! Geez!" She gave a sweet grin, opening the door for Mack and gesturing. "Ladies first."
