Zoe: [Honestly, these two are as stressful as me and Jay back in the day.]
Cordy: [At least you're self aware.]
Zoe: […We're getting off-topic, sister.]
Cordy smiled. [Let Quinn indulge a little tonight. We can talk to her tomorrow.]
Zoe: [Fine.]
And with that, Quinn drank five beers on her own that night—it was basically her limit, and she lay sprawled, her head muddled.
Both her stomach and her heart hurt, and she really felt frustrated.
She needed to vent, but she had been keeping a lid on it because she was the type who never cried no matter how bad things got.
Whether it was her parents dying when she was a child and leaving her with no refuge, she could never reveal her true self.
"That's about enough," Zoe told the others right then.
Cordy echoed, "It's late, Johnny. We should get home soon too."
Now basically a slave to the missus, John would spit out the alcohol he was just chugging if Cordy so much as said it.
As he hurried home with her, Zoe shot Bob a look, who took his cue.
"I'm going now," he said, following Cordy and the others even if he had not drunk enough tonight.
Zoe then turned toward Sam, who was still nursing his drink and frowned. "Bring Quinn home."
"Let her stay over," Sam replied.
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