“I used to play.  This…” 
She waved her casted hand.  “Is
going to hold up that process for a long time to come.”  She said with a bit of a smile, not really
minding, since she honestly didn’t remember ever playing, so she couldn’t miss
it.

            “Daisy said she’d teach you to play
right handed.  Rosita knows how to play
the drums, and she’s going to show Daisy how to play too.”  Alice stated, and Quin smiled a bit, not even
thinking that far into the future.  Right
now, the here and now was her future.  It
was who and what she wanted to be doing. 
Nothing else mattered.

            “Well right now, I’m starving.”  Quin quipped and Alice looked at her, seeing the old Quin that
she loved.  She also saw a woman with a
blank canvas to draw anything she wanted on it. 
She was going to enjoy every moment of putting brush and color to the canvas
of Quin.

            “Ro’s supposed to be our
server.”  Alice said, and Quin shrugged standing up and
motioning her head to the kitchen.  She
didn’t know it or not, but she had a feeling that she was never one to really
get into this whole ‘I’m Rich‘ lifestyle.  She thought of herself as a down to earth
sort of girl.

            “Let’s go see what we can scavenger
up.”  Quin said and she and Alice went off into the kitchen to accost the
chef.  Hand in hand walking in slow steps
hip to hip shoulder to shoulder.

            “Where are they going?”  Rosita asked and Daisy shrugged, they hadn’t
been talking.  They’d just been sitting
there, staring and smiling.  That odd
moment between friends when the relationship takes the next step from being
friends to being much more.  The much more,
worried the both of them.

            “I thought you were straight?  You lied to me, why did you do that?”  Daisy asked, picking at the grapes that were
on the table.  Ro looked away sheepishly;
she hadn’t wanted the younger woman to fall for her.  Instead, the opposite had happened, she’d
fallen for Daisy.

            “Well you know, I kinna am.  I loved Max…”

            “Well if you hadn’t noticed, I’m not
Max and I’m not a guy.”  Daisy said with
a bit of resolve, popping a grape into her mouth.  She gave Rosita a hard gaze, her dark green
eyes were edged with ice, and Ro could feel them boring into her.