[b]Quinn "Q" Winslow
Her Apartment[/b]

Lazy high noon light filtered through the airy purple curtains and brightened the royal purple walls of Quinn "Q" Winslow's small bed room. Her messy room was furnished with only a large bed and a nightstand. Her closet was, although filled with clothing, overflowed into her room. All types of articles of clothing, including footwear, littered her floor, hung from her curtains, and were stuffed into her nightstand, some were even pushed under bed. Quinn rolled over on her plush bed. Her blue sheets and orange blankets were tangled around her limbs and her multiple pillows were scattered around her bed. A soft groan emanated from within the mass of blankets as the light from the curtained windows pierced the messy bedroom. As she untangled herself from within her mass of blankets and fell with a graceful thump to the floor, Quinn rose to greet the day. She rose from the floor, her vibrant orange hair a tangle mess and her blue penguin pajamas rumpled. Staggering upright, Quinn walked to the window and threw open the curtains, letting in the bright, midday light. Wincing, at the sudden and brutal light she opened the second pair of window drapes and looked out at the new day. The sun was shining bright, giving a false hope of a bright new day, with new opportunities. 

As Quinn prepped herself for the upcoming day in her bathroom she mulled over yesterday on the job. Quinn was lucky to work at the best rated strip club in the whole of her end of the city underground. It was cleanly and had a good reputation, but yesterday night had been a train wreck. A bunch of recently graduated high school males had entered the club and had caused a ruckus. They were drunk and high, loud and obnoxious and had tried to take more than a look from Quinn. They had requested her services, which included a private dance and some lap dances, but the boys had not been satisfied. They had wanted more, and that was more than Quinn herself offered. She does not offer sex to her costumers but the boys had been keen to get some. But the bodyguards had come crashing in and kicked the boys to the curb. A plus though was that she got a large raise from her employer in order to not press charges against the club.

With a sigh Quinn walked out of the bathroom dressed in a pair of long skinny, black, studded leggings, black faux leather ankle boots, and a loose black tank top with a orange tiger head design on it. Her bright orange hair sat messily on top of her head in a ponytail. A quick scan around her apartment revealed a relatively clean living room and kitchen. Dishes from yesterdays meals sat drying next to the sink. Potted plants crowded her counter and sink. And her plush, second-hand couch sat in front of a tea-stained coffee table which was scattered with more plants and books. After a quick cup of earl grey tea and the contemplation of the universe and the meaning of life, Quinn left her apartment to face the day.