Mason was still hating life, no one in the house seemed to like him and he was still hating himself for wanting boys. It wasn’t fair, he didn’t ask for this sort of thing. He stumbled down the hall and through the bottle into the trash can, he missed and it hit the ground and broke. The blonde laughed and leaned on the wall, “Fucking trash can moved!” he yelled and walked past the girl’s room. There was a very drunk blonde in just her bra and underwear. The boy smirked a bit and stepped into the room, “Damn Q, you look hot. I mean, you were hot last year, but dayummm,” he grinned looking her over. As gay as he was, he knew the difference between hot girls and ugly girls. Walking over to Quinn, he sat on Rachel bed. A drunk and goofy smile, plastered on his face. “Soooo.. should I take my shirt off too?” he smirked, reaching from the bottom of his shirt.
As soon as Quinn arrived in Hollywood, she was expecting so much, to only have reality prove her wrong. Trying to live life a little, she decided to have a shot, one turned into three, three turned into six, six turned into too many for her to count. In her drunk phase, Quinn sat on her bed, waiting for Sam, only to be disappointed once again “You’re not Sam…” She slurred, frowning at Mason. “Shaddup! Noooo!” Quinn stood up to find her robe, to only fall onto the ground. Too lazy, and drunk, to get up, Quinn crawled to her robe. “I like drinking, do you like drinking?” She smiled goofily, lazily tugging the clothing on.