From: che_bel_viso	Date: November 8th, 2010 11:05 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Vinnie/Quinn

Tonight sure was a lot of fun already. He'd gotten here on the early side for once and made his way around, flirting with many costumed students. As well as a couple of teachers. Tonight was a night for fun and mischief and Vinnie didn't think that he was going to feel any repercussions from this one.

Taking out his comb to fix his hair, Vinnie stepped out onto one of the paths that went through the commons, enjoying the night air. The only way this could get better for him would be to have a beautiful girl on his arm.

	From: whodoo	Date: November 9th, 2010 12:52 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Vinnie/Quinn

Crappy costume.

Shitty costume.

She looks like a complete slu-

Quinn had been absently rolling around the commons again, looking at some more costumes of her fellow students. Most of them were utter crap, really. Some were really good. Even so, she was paying far more attention to them than she was to where she was going.

Her mental commentary stopped as Vinnie got what he wanted, in a strange way. Quinn skated right into them and took the both of them down to the ground. Not only did Vinnie end up with a beautiful girl on his arm, he had one practically on top of him, stunned for a moment in surprise before she found the ground to put her hands down and lift her upper half up to see what the hell just happened.

	From: che_bel_viso	Date: November 10th, 2010 07:47 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Vinnie/Quinn

Vinnie had a smart mouth sometimes. It really wasn't his fault, and he rarely meant any harm by it, but sometimes it just went off without him even thinking about it.

Hit by surprise, his comb went flying as he fell to the ground, cushioning Quinn's impact and winding up flat on his back. Thankfully, having so many siblings he knew how to take a fall when pushed, so he didn't hurt anything but his pride.

Well, it would have been his pride, but Vinnie was one of those guys who just rolled with things and was capable of making fun of himself in any situation. So when Quinn looked down at him after pushing herself up, and he saw who it was, there went his mouth.

"Ya know, there are better ways of gettin' my attention, bella, but I will always appreciate the way you knocked me offa my feet." He gave her an easy smile, clearly showing that he wasn't being gross about it, just flirty and good-natured. "You alright?"

	From: whodoo	Date: November 13th, 2010 12:12 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Vinnie/Quinn

Quinn was almost surprised when she lifted herself onto her hands to find herself looking down at Vinnie Ciccarelli. She had to admit that there were worse people that she could have fallen on top of. At least this Beauregard wasn't all sunshine and bubbles.

"Ha ha, Ciccarelli," Came her frowned response, her mild southern accent clashing with Vinnie's rather noteworthy accent.

She carefully set her knees on the ground so that she could move to a kneeling position before gently moving back away from him to sit back on her rear. It was much better to get up in skates from her butt than her knees. Nevermind she showed a great deal of fishnet covered leg in the move. "I'm fine. A derby girl that can't take a hit is a poor one." Not that she was a real one. But that didn't much matter.

	From: che_bel_viso	Date: November 16th, 2010 03:10 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Vinnie/Quinn

Sitting up carefully, Vinnie kept the easy smile on his face. He didn't much talk to Quinn, and they weren't exactly friends, but he had to admire her style and how true she stayed to herself. This was a girl who didn't care what other people thought and did what would make her happy, and those were qualities that Vinnie admired.

He looked over at her, taking an appreciative look in his peripheral vision at the great pair of legs Quinn had. "Dat's the truth. So you actually play? Or is dis all for show? If it is, you really put on a good show. You look fantastic."

	From: whodoo	Date: November 17th, 2010 02:10 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Vinnie/Quinn

"Thank you," Quinn gave a smug little smile before she started the process of getting herself onto her feet. It wasn't like her to decline a genuine compliment regardless of who it came from. It simply wasn't possible.

Slowly and carefully she moved to kneel before standing, and putting one foot on the toe brake so she didn't go rolling off when she didn't want to. Plus, it kept her from falling back onto her ass.

"I don't actually play, no. But I should," she set her hands on her hips as she looked down at Vinnie. The more she thought about it, the more tempted she was. The idea of getting to see some more scantily clad women skating around, knocking into each other sounded like fun.