"Quinn Sinclair, I know you're in there."
Quinn ignored the voice at the door. She was sitting on her couch stuffing triple chocolate ice cream into her mouth and licking the spoon clean each time. Gone with the Wind, her all time favourite movie was playing quietly on the T.V.
"I'm not leaving until you open this door," the voice persisted. "I can hear your T.V."
Crap. She thought it had been turned down low enough. "I'm busy," she yelled at the door around another spoonful of ice cream.
"No, you're not, you're stuffing your face with ice cream, triple chocolate and watching some old movie."
Double crap. Summer knew her too well, knew the scenario every time another one of her relationships ended. Still, she didn't move off the couch.
"If you don't open this door right now, I'm going to start banging on it, and I doubt your neighbours will appreciate that," Summer said after a minute
"Gah!" Quinn rose from the couch to open the door.
"Finally," Summer, said. "I thought I was going to have to break in through your window."
"Ha! I would've paid an entire week's salary to see that."
Summer, who was a blonde-haired, blue-eyed super-model type, wouldn't be caught dead stealing through a window. Quinn knew the threat was empty.
"Sarcasm is not your most attractive quality," Summer said fumbling with her oversized shoulder bag and the two bottles of wine in her hand.
"I don't have any attractive qualities."
"Oh, sweetheart, I didn't mean... bad choice of words. Here, open this while I get the wine glasses. Kat is coming over with Thai food... a little bit more substantial than triple chocolate," she said, looking over her sunglasses at the tub of ice cream on Quinn's kitchen bench.
"I've certainly developed a modus operandi," Quinn said, opening her mess drawer and digging for her corkscrew. "Its become my ritual every time another relationship fails."
"That's not entirely true."
"Yes it is, I can tell by the look on your face." Quinn located her corkscrew. "Its always the same- lock myself away with a bucket of ice cream, usually triple chocolate, watch Gone with the Wind, a bit of retail therapy, rinse, repeat."
Quinn waved her arms wildly. Summer approached her only when she finished her little rant, grabbed her hand and removed the corkscrew.
"Careful," she said. "We don't want to add self-harm to that impressive list. Besides, this wine bottle is screw cap."
"Here, drink this," Summer said, shoving a glass of classic dry white into her hand like she was administering medicine. "And when Kat gets here we can go through your attractive qualities in minute detail."
Quinn smiled and took a long pull of the wine. Summer and Kat knew just how to cheer her up. They had all done it for each other at various times through their break-ups. Except Summer and Kat were getting their shit together, they were both in relationships with fantastic men. Quinn had thought all three of them would be heading down the aisle in the not too distant future. It was still in the cards for the other two, but at the ripe old age of twenty-seven, it seemed she was destined to be the bridesmaid and loveable aunt when they inevitably had children, but never a wife or mother herself. Sigh. Decent men who didn't run off with their co-workers seemed harder to find than a happy worker on a Monday.
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Quinn Sinclair is a reporter, passionate about exposing the truth through her work. Quinn is so good that she almost won an award for an exposé she wrote on the Holloway's- a dynasty of media moguls. But how was she to know Grayson Holloway would ev...