Snippet #2352154

Quinn yawned and stretched as she rose from her bed. She had a great nights sleep for once in a long time. Usually she was plagued by dreams that were strange or in which she was lucid, but not last night. Last night her sleep and been restful and dreamless and exquisite. Her sleep attire left much to be desired, consisting of a Bray Wanderers Football T-Shirt and capri sweatpants. She made her bed, not liking it left undone, and padded barefoot downstairs.

Upon entering the kitchen she found Lola there with a new guy. She seemed to be uncomfortably close to him, but he didn't really seem to mind or understand what she was doing. Quinn knew what game she was playing. She had seen her do it way to many times before. They were having a conversation about her whereabouts. Quinn couldn't help but roll her eyes. Lola was by far, in her eyes, the most annoying resident here. She drank a lot and made a terrible din when she got drunk when Quinn needed to be at work the next day. Quinn was sure she did it just to spite her.

Walking past the table where the two sat, she opened the fridge pulling the eggs and bacon from the drawer. Interrupting their conversation, Quinn spoke to the new guy. "Would you like some proper breakfast? I cant imagine the fruit cup's going to fill you up." Her Dublin accent was subtle yet still noticeable. Not really waiting for his answer, she turned back to the task at hand and began pulling the pans from the cupboards. After turning the stove on she placed the bacon in the pan and let it sizzle. "How would you like your eggs mate?" She said turning back to the newcomer still blatantly ignoring Lola.