It's the same old fight. Always, the same old fight. Stanford. Dad. The family fucking business. The both of you had sat in the front seats, dead-quiet and stewing, before Quinn peeled out of there, first.

("Yeah, well maybe I don’t want to spend my life huntin' some bullshit monsters til' I'm fucking eighty years old shittin' the bedpan!”

“Tough fucking shit, baby sis.” Quinn jerks the wheel just a little sharper than she should, and you careen forwards, scowling, as she glowers hotly into the windshield. "You run away again and I'll tie your tight-ass up and cram you in the boot, you hear me?")

The moment the Fabray sisters step foot inside the pub, they splice ways like levered wood. Quinn takes the owner, you sleuth the patrons—regulars, from what it looks like. They always are; hick town to hick town. Fight to fight. Always the goddamned same.

It’s a good couple hours into the night, and you've got just enough booze in you that your ire at your big sister has started to ebb away a little, and you've got some information on Dad but nothing screaming usefulness.

Then, there's the first crash from across the foyer.

An angry Quinn is a drunk Quinn (not the other way around). Quinn isn’t an angry drunk, she just drinks when she’s pissed, and that’s that. So it’s no wonder when she’s an innumerable amount of shots down, pint of whiskey and some-beer down; and she’s being bothered by some wacko creep—nursing alcohol and anger and bitterness the whole night—it’s only natural Quinn throws the first punch.

(What the fuck is Quinn good for, if her baby sister doesn’t need her anymore?)

By the time it scales into a full-scale commotion across the bar, and you glance up, eyes narrowing upon a whip of blonde hair and a whirling fist.. Oh,.for the love of—

Quinn is pummelling a guy. Coppin’ a few swings, as well— but she can barely feel it. All Quinn can see is red, head spinning like it’s underwater, vision fuzzy, as she decks a guy in the jaw during the barfight of a century. She’s drunk, drunk.

(What the fuck is she good for?).