Quinn walked into Roxy’s room and eyed the place, snapping a picture with her camera. She quickly downed her third drink. Roxy locked the door behind them and then walked over to Quinn. She grabbed her camera and set it to the side before pushing Quinn down on the bed.

“You’re mine now.” She smirked.

“Is that so? Because I was thinking about saying the same to you.”

“Cheeky bastard.” She crawled on the bed and smashed her lips against Quinn’s.

Quinn pulled on the lip ring with her tongue and broke apart with a wicked grin on her face. Roxy reached for Quinn’s Witch hat and tossed to the side, out of the way. Quinn trailed her green hand down Roxy’s cheek, her black painted nail lightly grazing her skin. Roxy felt goose bumps rise on her skin.

“Tell me, a sexy beast like you, no way you’re single. Who is she and where is she? I can and will, murder her.” She crawled on top of Quinn, straddling her.

“To tell you the truth I am desperately in love with her, but alas she is not so with me. Our kisses mean nothing, or so she says. Thus, I am lonely and heartbroken.”

“What a tragedy, but that’s okay. If she doesn’t want you, then you’re all mine.” She bit Quinn on the neck.

“Then prove it to me.” Quinn moaned, pushing Roxy off and sitting up.

Roxy turned Quinn around and with her teeth grabbed the zipper to Quinn’s Costume in her mouth and pulled it down. Quinn quickly slipped out of it and tossed it to the ground.

“Sorry about the green paint.” She said before she pushed Roxy down on the bed and smashed their lips together.

“Green looks good on you, even better on me,” Roxy said breathlessly as Quinn trailed kisses down her neck.

“We really doing this?” Quinn pulled back to look in her eyes.

“Fuck yes, I've been going crazy about you since the first time. Don’t make me wait any longer.”

Quinn smirked at her and smashed their lips together once more.

The party was going strong. Stratus had been talking to Adam and Brandon for the better part of the hour. First, they talked about geek conventions, then their interest. Stratus and Adam quickly hit it off, much to the annoyance of Brandon. While that was happening Nevaeh found Izzy in a crowd of boys who were challenging each other to see who could drink the most beer. Nevaeh watched as she chugged beer after beer in horror. Harley was still on the front porch but now she had her legs wrapped around Mason as they made out against the wall.

“Oh my god,” Stratus said in horror as Izzy down another and the whole crowd cheered.

Adam's eyes went wide at the sight.

“Should we save her?” Brandon asked.

“Yes, she’s our supposed designated driver! Come on.” Stratus grabbed Adam by the hand and dragged him with her over to Nevaeh.

Brandon quickly followed.

“What the hell?” She hissed.

“Don’t look at me, the girls a natural.” Nevaeh held out her hands.

“Where’s Quinn?”

“No clue, haven’t seen her.”

“Come on.” Stratus sighed and walked over to Izzy pulling her away.

The crowd booed her but she just rolled her eyes and dragged a very drunk Izzy upstairs. Nevaeh helped her as they led her to an empty bedroom which looked to be Mason’s room.

“This is a disaster, Izzy!” Stratus complained.

“What? I had to prove them wrong.” She hiccupped.

Neveah sighed.

“Looks like you got your hands full, we should let you guys deal with this.” Brandon said, inching towards the exit.

“Yeah, good luck,” Adam said.

“Wait, give me your phone,” Stratus ordered him.

Adam handed her his phone. Stratus put in her number and handed it back.

“Call me sometime.” She smiled at him.

“Yeah, okay. I will. Maybe we could go out sometime. You know to a place a lot more peaceful.” Adam smiled at her.

“Next Friday good for you?” she asked.

“Perfect. I’ll text you. Um good luck, come on Brandon.”

“Right, thanks. I’ll see you on Friday.”

He nodded and the two boys awkwardly left the room.

“Finally got yourself a man?” Neveah smirked.

“I know!” she squealed, “and he’s so hot too.”

“I want a man.” Izzy slurred.

They both sighed.

“Where’s Quinn?”

Then they heard loud banging coming from the next room. Followed quickly by loud moaning. It sounded like two girls.

“Sounds like someone got lucky,” Nevaeh smirked.

“I’m calling her.” Stratus took her phone out and speed dialed Quinn.

They listened as a phone started ringing in the next room. They turned to each other and gave equal looks of horror. As soon as Stratus got the voicemail the phone stopped ringing.

“She’s fucking someone in the next room!” Stratus hissed.

“But who?” Nevaeh asked.

“Hell if I know.”

“I saw her, big boob lady.” Izzy hiccuped.

They turned to her.

“Blond big boobs, she was flirting with Quinn earlier, I saw her.”

“Blond with big boobs?” Nevaeh turned to Stratus.

“Beats me.” she shrugged.

“Older too, she looked older.” Izzy slurred.

They listened as someone in the next room climaxed with a loud groan of pleasure. It didn’t sound like Quinn. The banging stopped and they heard rustling around. Stratus glared at the wall before marching out of the room and waiting by the door. When the door did open she watched as Roxy kissed Quinn long and hard before releasing her.

Quinn was smiling a ten-watt smile, her costume all disheveled. Roxy had green smudges of paint all over her. Quinn looked happy until her eyes met Stratus. Then the smile was wiped from her face.

“Who’s this?” Stratus hissed, pulling Quinn away from her.

“Who are you is the better question.” Roxy pulled Quinn back.

“Okay, enough of that. Stratus, Roxy, Roxy, Stratus.” Quinn pulled herself free.

“Were you fucking her? What the hell Quinn?!”

“What? You said we weren’t an item. Plus it’s not the first time Roxy and I have been together.” Quinn shot back.

“Wait she’s your one-night stand?!”

“Not anymore.” Roxy purred kissing Quinn on the cheek.

“I can’t believe you.” Stratus marched back into the other room.

“Stratus wait,” Quinn chased after her.

“Call me babe.” Roxy winked at her.

“Here.” Quinn tossed Roxy her phone before chasing after Stratus.

Roxy smirked and entered in her digits.

“Will you slow down, are you mad at me? Are you jealous? I thought you said you didn’t like me.”

“I’m not jealous of that walking freak show.” She scoffed.

“If you are, okay, I’ll dump her. I’d do anything for you.” Quinn reached for her, Stratus pulled back.

“No it’s fine, you can do what you want. Besides I have a date on Friday.” She stuck up her nose.

“With who?” Quinn narrowed her eyes.

“His name is Adam.” She huffed.

“Well okay, if it makes you happy.” Quinn sighed.

“It does.”

“Fine! Do what you want.” she turned and left.

Stratus sighed after she was gone.

“Smooth.” Nevaeh rolled her eyes.

“Shut up.” She grumbled.

“Don’t you like Quinn?” Izzy asked.

“No, yes, gah! I don’t know. Maybe. She’s such an asshole.”

“Well forget her, you have Adam now. He seems nice.”

“Yeah, I guess so.” Stratus frowned at the door where Quinn had just stormed off.

Quinn sighed and leaned against the railing on the second floor that overlooked the bottom floor. Roxy came up beside her and handed her the phone.

“So I’m guessing that’s the girl you spoke of?”

“Yeah.” Quinn took her phone back.

“You love her?”

“Yes.”

“And her?”

“She has a date Friday with Adam. Whatever. Want to get out of here?” she turned to Roxy.

“I thought you’d never ask.” She smiled.

Stratus watched from the second-floor window as Quinn’s Porsche pulled out and drove away, Roxy in the passenger seat. Her own sad reflection looked back at her.