Title: Speakeasy
Pairing: Faberry
Words: 278
Note: From someone's prompt on Tumblr

The room was dimly lit, with most of the light placed near strategic, hidden exits. No one came here for clarity anyway. Quinn tugged at the collar of her white shirt and loosened her black tie; the nights were getting warmer but of course they couldn't open their doors to let the air in. Their usual customers were huddled around the tables, and their new customers were slightly shell-shocked, not sure what to ask for. She started them off easy, with some of the whiskey her ma and pa made themselves. Light stuff, charge 'em relatively low, get 'em drunk and raise the price. It was pretty good business, so long as they didn't get caught.

One of the customers had caught her eye though. The woman had walked in alone after giving the correct password, and Quinn had frowned at her. She was wearing what was clearly an expensive coat, upon the removal of she revealed a black dress cut high up her perfect tanned thighs. The black heels she wore were at least three inches high. Her hair was brown, her lips luscious. Quinn licked her lips unconsciously.

Approaching her, Quinn asked harshly, "Little lady, you wanted to attract half the bulls on the force after you coming here in this little get-up? We're not really in a good part of town, ya know." The woman looked her up and down and and grinned slyly. "To be honest,' Quinn blinked; her voice was throaty and made her sweat, 'I came here to attract you." The brunette winked and sashayed her way to the bar. Quinn swallowed hard and followed her with her eyes and her feet.