The Tomboy and the Player {Quentin&Ronnie}

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Ronnie worked late hours, and she knew that it probably took a toll on her and Quentin's relationship. He never seemed to mind too much, just as long as she came home in one piece. Sometimes Ronnie felt that they were more like roommates than lovers, but then Quentin would surprise her with something that would make her feel all girly and giddy on the inside. Sometimes she thought they were just in that stage where they were comfortable with each other. After all, they had been together for ten years now, which was a long time for someone her age. Most people were still having one night stands or just now trying to find the one. And while Ronnie could see herself being with Quentin for the rest of her life, she had no desire to marry him. She felt that there was really no reason to officiate their relationship. There were just too many things that happened when people got married, and honestly Ronnie felt that she would feel extremely trapped and somehow sabotage their relationship if they did end up getting married. No, Ronnie was quite comfortable with just dating Quentin. 

It was about ten at night when Ronnie clocked out for the day. In such a high crime rated city and with there being millions of people here, she was constantly kept busy, as was the other mortician. Ronnie didn't mind being so busy or being around the dead. It was something she found fascinating. She could be like a detective and figure out what had killed them. If they were older, she could map out how they had lived their life by how their body looked on the inside. It was what had made her want to go and become a mortician. She liked the challenges that this line of work brought, and she didn't mind dealing with dead people, which was what threw most people off from joining her in this career. 

As she walked the blocks over to her apartment, she saw a pizza joint. She stopped in and ordered a pizza, walking out with it. Then she stopped by a small convenience store to pick up a six-pack of beer. She then walked to their apartment, bounding up the stairs even though there was an elevator. She honestly didn't feel like running into her neighbors who always took the elevator. She wasn't one for small talk with them, and they never took the stairs. They thought they were better than that. See, with Ronnie's salary, they were able to afford a nice, upper-class apartment in a snotty neighborhood. It was full of rich snots that Ronnie didn't care for. 

She punched in the number to their door (they didn't have a key, just a code on the door handle), and she kicked the door open, putting the pizza and beer in the kitchen, popping open a beer, tossing the cap into the trashcan before going to get a paper plate from the cabinet above the stove. She put two pieces of pizza on the plate, and she went to sit on the couch. 

"Hey, I'm home."

She called out, not even knowing if he was home or not. 

"I got pizza and beer if you wanna join me."

She added, chomping on a piece of pizza after she had spoken. 
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For:
Quentin Ambrose Weir 
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[Quentin Ambrose Weir]

New York had never been the city of Quentin’s dreams. He’d been happier in LA than he’d ever been through those first months in New York. It wasn’t a bad city, it was just one he’d never wanted to live in. For Quinn, New York was a place you visited during the holidays, or on tour. You saw the snow, caught a show at Radio City Music Hall, took a tour around Rockefeller and then you ran right back out of the city; and the cold. Not to mention that it seemed like everyone was in such a hurry to get absolutely nowhere fast. He really didn’t understand it! Of course, he was far more laid back then he probably should be; especially with the lifestyle he lead. Too bad things couldn’t have stayed the way they were back on the west coast. He’d loved the sun and the surf.

But it was getting a little too hot, his sides were starting to get a little too clingy and that just wouldn’t do. He needed to have his space from it. He had rules, despite being a little too free wheeling. It wasn’t like he didn’t love his girlfriend. He did. But he didn’t think she was “the one” and he had absolutely no intentions of putting a ring on her finger. That was a commitment he wasn’t ready for; not now, probably not ever. And he would keep up his fake life until he was caught by Veronica or he made it big and started to tour. At least then he would hardly ever be in the city, unless he was visiting her or his old friends and what happened on the road, could stay on the road. It was a life he’d wanted to lead for a very long time, longer than he’d even known Veronica.

Hell, if he were ever going to be honest with himself, he would probably admit that he should have left a long time ago and would have if she hadn’t gotten pregnant. He may have been a giant prick but it took two to create another human being and he wasn’t about to abandon the child he’d fathered. And then there was the fact that after they’d lost the baby, Veronica was all sorts of depressed and her family couldn’t quite console her. His idea of California seemed like the best option. And he’d figured out in California she’d go off to her classes, meet someone more at her level and ditch him. But she hadn’t and he’d not wanted to deal with the drama of leaving her in all honesty. He was a prick of the highest order and he was perfectly okay with that fact. Of course, Veronica had no idea what he got up to in his time away from her. She thought he tended bar and played music in a couple for open mic night as far as he knew.

It was supposed to be his night off but someone hadn’t shown and he’d only gotten a call ten minutes before to head in. He was in the shower when Veronica returned to their apartment so he hadn’t heard her. Once out, he made quick work of drying off and changing into something he could get away with behind the bar; white on black with his usual black vans. It worked and he’d not gotten any complaints for it so he wasn’t about to start worrying about it now! He was hopping down the hall from the bedroom, putting his shoe on when he spotted her on the couch. “Oh, hey! When did you get home?” He asked, finally shoving his foot in his shoe. He moved to the couch, adjusting the shoe and leaned over to press a quick kiss to her cheek.

Tag || @ronnie
Words || 636
Clothes || Coming soon to a theatre near you!
Music || Break Free --Ariana Grande
Notes || !!