In Two Minds

Lonely Valentine's Club

Quinn always hated Valentine's Day.
For a long time, it had been because the one person she wanted attention from was focused elsewhere and more recently it had been because the sight of lovers made her angry and physically sick.

Tonight was no different.
Escaping the emptiness of her apartment she sat in the darkened corner of the bar, whirling her glass around, to give her something to focus on.

Day for lovers my ass Cupid was the fucking God of war!
With just a bottle of Jack Daniels for company, she thought back over the last few weeks, had she lost her touch? Lena had nearly died when it was her job to protect her.

things with the world killers were escalating and she still couldn't contemplate that her hunch was correct sweet, workaholic Sam was Reign.

"I'm losing it."

" Maybe you never had it. " Startled at the familiar voice, Quinn looked up to see the knowing smile of Alex Danvers.

"You committed to drinking alone or are you accepting company?"

" Pull up a pew Danvers. "

Sliding into the chair opposite, she smiled sympathetically at her. "So you gonna share?"

Reaching for a second glass she had discarded, she slid it towards the other woman and signaled that she should pour her own. 

"Never been in service then I see." Alex smiled. 

"Nope."

"I see I'm not the only one on my own tonight." 

Quinn took in the woman, her attitude towards her had changed vastly, in the beginning, she may have been hostile towards her, she was always going to be this way, she had been with Sara after all and the jealousy and utter envy would never fade, but after spending time with her she found she liked Alex Danvers a lot. 

" I wasn't so keen on staying in tonight, last year I was with Maggie and well I'm not anymore, I'm finding it hard to be alone. "

Quinn felt a pang of comradery with the sad looking woman, who sat almost hunched over the table, cupping her glass between her two hands as though she were protecting it.

"I know what you feel, it's been three years and four months for me."

"That is quite a long time." Alex stared wide-eyed at her as Quinn shrugged as though she couldn't feel the sharp blade of sadness cut through her.

" They say it gets easier with time. " Quinn whispered hoarsely.

"Are they right?"

The blue-eyed woman looked down into the remains of her glass, watching the droplets of liquid slowly kiss the side of the glass as they made their way to the bottom, a smile cracked across her mouth, more like she was mocking herself.

She looked up at her drinking partner tonight the smile didn't meet her eyes shook her head. "No, it's a bunch of fucking crap."

"Oh." Alex needed to know the pain would fade eventually. " How did you get an assassin to propose to you? " Alex had been curious for far too long, she had to ask it and now was as good a time as any.

Quinn laughed suddenly at the memory.

"I guess it was because of my Father, Oliver Queen sent Sara to lure me back home and help them against my old man."

" Really, so it worked? "

"No, of course not, she tried and I have to tell you I enjoyed the efforts but I knew it for what it was." Quinn had wanted passion real and true not an obligated mess.