Quinn just shook her head, trying to fight back tears of embarrassment that were springing to her eyes. Why couldn't she just have met Jeremy while she was sober? She was pretty sure they really would've hit it off, maybe even gone on a date together. Instead, they'd hooked up in a one-night stand that had probably led to her being pregnant, and she was worried enough about that before she decided to spew all over the poor guy. Jesus, could this get any worse? She'd only thought it was awkward before, but her own sick down the front of Jeremy's shirt begged to differ on that. She looked at him in absolute shock and horror at the epicness of her fail. "I'm so sorry," she moaned pitifully, shaking her head, and really wanting to just go hide in a corner and bawl her eyes out. This guy was completely unexpected, and she'd been pretty damn sure that she'd used up all the good karma she had in her life before she'd met him and realized that he actually seemed like someone really special that she could enjoy spending time with. If it ever came to that and he wanted to spend time with her, too. But spending time with someone didn't include puking on them in Quinn's book, and could this have happened at a worse time?

She could pretty much feel the eyes on her from all the people who were passing by. It might have only been a few at most, but it felt like being onstage and realizing you were naked or something. But then, there was Jeremy, being kind and gentle, and not angry with her at all. There was no doubt in her mind that karma had it out for her, though she wasn't really sure what for. If it was still getting her back for being a bitch in high school, she was really going to be pissed. "I'm... I'm okay," she said, though the paleness in her face was probably giving her away as a liar on that one. "I just don't feel so hot. Some water would be nice, thank you." She gave him a tentative shake of her head, though she honestly was feeling a bit woozy. "I don't think so, but I probably should sit down."