"That's what I'm saying right? I get all dolled up to come here, and they can't even offer me a good color.. it's terrible," the blonde replied dramatically, grinning as she pressed the back of her hand to her forehead in mock woe. "Seriously though, if I could have stapled this shirt to my shorts, I would. There is no way I'm flashing anyone tonight," she murmured.

Or so was the plan. She hadn't run into Quinn yet and Quinn did have that way about her-- no, she wasn't going to even think that. It was all about closure.

When Meka, seeming to read her mind, asked who she was here to see, Jenny shrugged a little and hoped her expression wasn't betraying too much. "I just have to talk to Quinn for a minute, that's actually.. why I came here at all."