"Amelie, I'm home!" Quinn yelled from downstairs, she placed her keys on the table and began removing her shoes. She walked into the kitchen, slowly walking through the dimly lit house. As she made her way through, she noticed two figures, sitting at the kitchen counter. Amelie came into view, she swiftly turned around and waved awkwardly, side eyeing Matthew sitting next to her, he was still facing forwards and didn't bother to turn and greet Quinn. "Quinn, I learnt all about the French Revolution today" Amelie broke the awkward silence that fell upon the 3 of them, smiling as she did so. "Oh really? Tell me your favourite fact" Quinn smiled, placing her bag down on the couch. "She's already talked my ear off about it" Matthew said, slurring his words slightly. Quinn ignored his comment, she kept her gaze on Amelie and waited for her to reply to her question. "Probably just the fact that the Guillotine was introduced!" she finally smiled and answered. Matthew scoffed, taking a large swig of his beer.
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Quinn lay in bed, bothered. She knew it was almost time for Matthew to stumble into the bedroom and demand sex, it was a routine at this point. Much to her surprise, he walked in mid thought. He fell onto the bed, rolling onto his back to conveniently undo his button up shirt. Quinn lay still, hoping he would believe her to be asleep. "Are you gonna fuck me?" he said, expectantly, looking in her direction. "I don't feel like it Matthew" she said sighing, she began to roll over onto her side, in hopes to shut down any more conversation. Matthew grunted and grabbed her wrist, his grip was firmer than she had ever felt. "Please, just let me sleep" she pleaded as he began to kiss her check. "Why don't we go out for beers instead? I know you always wanna go out with me but we've never had the chance!" she begged, attempting to pull her wrists and face away from him. "That sounds fun, I like showing you off" he got up quickly and put his shirt back on, not bothering to help her up.
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"Oh yeah" Nick said, holding a girls hips tight as they swayed on the dance floor. Kevin scoffed at the sight of this, the main reason being jealousy. He should be the one out there, getting chicks, yet here he was sitting in a booth with 2 of his his bandmates, both of which were passionately making out with some random girls. He looked at AJ, then back at Howie and sighed. The girls hooking up with his friends were beautiful, so was the girl Nick was dancing with, hell, so was the girl Brian was flirting with in the corner of the bar.
Kevin picked up his beer bottle, peering into it to find out the exact amount of beer he had left. Without careful consideration, he began chugging the entire thing, loudly slamming it down on the table afterwards. He let his eyes linger among the crowd, and spotted a decent looking girl, dancing alone in the middle of the dance floor. He tapped AJ on the back and waited for the kiss to break so he could get out. After about a minute, AJ moved out of the way, only slightly. Kevin leaped out, barely missing the girl's hungry hands reaching for AJ yet again.
He made his way through the crowd, watching security tightly hold their gaze on him, he slyly walked up to the girl, making sure he was on his best behaviour. "Hey, do you wanna dance?" Kevin said, holding out his hand to the girl. She nodded and blushed a tad, perfectly colouring her cheeks. Kevin thought she was really pretty, and maybe it was just the alcohol hitting him, but he really wanted to make out with her. He peered around him, making sure no paparazzi was around. When he finally noticed he was safe, he leaned in and kissed the girl. He meaninglessly moved his hands around her hair, feeling no spark whatsoever. Kevin knew what a good kiss was, a passionate one, this was not it. He knew the feeling of the slightest touch leaving him wanting more, the electricity of the touching a woman he loved. This felt like nothing, but he was drunk, and he needed a distraction.
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"Since you're wearing that, you better stick close to me" Matthew snarled, looking Quinn up and down. Quinn simply sighed in reply and bent down to do her high heels up, carefully angling her body away from Matthew. She quickly did up her high heels and stood up, dusting her hands off. "I'm locking all the doors and windows before we leave, just incase" she put her hands on her hips and sighed, looking around to see which windows she had to lock still. Matthew simply shrugged in reply, taking a swig of his beer before grabbing his coat.
