Roommate Cleanup
Dec. 30th, 2011 01:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
griefofdawnPairing/Character:Quinn, Rachel
When/Where: AU. In NYC.
Word Count: 200 (Double Drabble ) ( 15 of 100 )
Quinn quietly opened the door, trying to make as little noise as possible. She'd caught the midnight train from Hartford and now, almost three hours later, was finally home. All she wanted to do was go to bed and catch a few hours of sleep before going to work.
Glancing into the living room as she passed, she was surprised to see the menu for some DVD she didn't recognize playing in the dark room. Shaking her head, she walked to her room and dumped her overnight bag on her bed.
Returning to the living room, she spotted her roommate lying down on her pleather couch, the faint odor of alcohol permeating the room. On the coffee table in front of Rachel were two empty bottles. Grimacing, she tilted them to get a look at the labels. Only the best vodka for her roommate, apparently. She wondered how long Rachel had been drinking.
Sighing, she gently shook her roommate's shoulder. "Rachel? You need to get to bed."
"Comfy here," she protested. "Celbrat'in new year with Barbra," she sleepily muttered. "Go 'way."
"Bed," Quinn said, carefully lifting her up, grunting at her petite roommate's weight.
"Quinn!" Rachel grumbled, gripping her tightly.