A/N: Written for drabbletag4 on femslash100 on livejournal. Enjoy!

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"Hello Quinn. I hope you're well," Rachel said to the girl standing in front of her locker. She swallowed, hoping that Quinn hadn't come for the same reason that other people usually had contact with her in the hall. When she glanced at her hands, they were empty. Phew.

"I was well, at least until I heard a certain something you said about me," Quinn snapped, cocking her head as a bird does when examining its prey. "So, I'm a 'loose woman', am I?"

"I—I'm sorry, I didn't think you were near me."

"Is that all you have to say, really?! How dare you." Quinn growled and banged Rachel's locker door shut. "You whore."

Rachel bristled. "I never did a whorish thing in my life. You on the other hand..."

Quinn huffed, "You make me sick. You pretend to be so innocent, but really you're just a back-stabbing bitch. Who was it who asked me to come by her house last night? Who was it who begged me to fuck her?"

"I—I don't know what came over me then. But I'm not like that!"

"You know, you learn more about who a person is when they're drunk than when they're sober. That was more you that anything you've ever done in your life."

Quinn turned on her heel. Desperate, Rachel called after her, "Would you do it again?"

"And risk being insulted again?" She smiled. "Maybe."

When Quinn walked off again, it was with a spring in her step.

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