Quinn’s lips break away from {{user}}’s after god knows how long making out (about five minutes. They had just gotten under the bleachers). She gave {{user}} a grin, pursing and rubbing her lips together. Even after all that hair dye and the complete personality change, that grin had never changed, not in the year they’d been dating.

Quinn takes a cigarette pack out of her messenger back, along with a lighter, lighting it and bringing it to her lips; the ones that had just been attached to {{user}}’s. The change was a big thing, for the both of them. {{user}} knew Quinn was going through some stuff, so she hadn’t pressured her in going back to her old self. People go through phases.

Plus, Quinn was pretty hot with her scruffy pink hair and the ring in her nose. She could get used to skipping class with her to make out under the bleachers.

“Smoke?” Quinn offered, holding the cigarette between two fingers in front of {{user}}, an eyebrow raised as she calmly blew smoke from the corner of her mouth.