Life:
Altered 03.36 ~ Abandoned and Alone

“The Plant?  You know the coffee place.  You play there?”  Alice said to Quin, who was still in bed,
they’d been in bed for days now.  Shower,
eat, and then back to bed.  A wonderfully
vicious cycle Alice thought to herself.  Quin had an appetite that she’d never
encountered before, and Alice was in awe at the woman in more ways
than one. 

“Do I have too?  I mean, I’m not Tina‘s friend.”  Quin said and Alice gave her a harsh look.  Quin took the pillow and hid her face, then
peeked out to see Alice with her hands on her hips, looking at
her in a very pissed off manner. 

“You could be, if you’d stop being so anti ***** social.”  Alice shot back and Quin looked away
sheepishly, and Alice moved back to her, sitting on the edge
of the bed.  Quin was a loner by nature,
the cold and emotionless Quin was still lurking, but Alice knew she was trying hard for her. 

That warmed her heart, and she knew that it was going to take time for the
woman to be at ease in a group of power dykes and lesbians who never stopped
talking.  Quin and she had talked, Alice had talked, and Quin had listened,
telling her snippets of her life, but nothing to in depth.  Alice felt like she was hiding something, but
she knew she really wasn’t hiding anything, except for her self. 

“Come on, please?”  Alice begged and Quin sighed, nodding and
getting out of bed.  The blankets falling
away from her lean body, a body that Alice would never have thought was hiding
under the baggy clothes. 

“I’ve been thinking…”  Alice began and Quin instantly was on alert,
when Alice got thinking, it was dangerous.  “About you taking over your mom’s interests,
this is a good thing.  I mean, just with
the money you could start the band off right…”

“No, I want to make it with the band without any of that money, on our own, the
right way, on our talent.  Not on my
mom’s penny.”  Quin said softly, pulling
on a dark shirt that she’d found in the bottom of a drawer in Alice‘s room. 

“Oh.”  Alice said, not having thought of that before.  Quin had been living away from the money
since she’d been 18, so not having it was now her life.  She worked a normal job, she played with a
normal band, Quin had escaped the silver spoon, and wasn’t happy to be going
back to it.