A/N: Hi followers! *waves* wow; it's been awhile since I've been on here. I've been hanging out on AO3 lately, though most of those stories are Disney and Phineas and Ferb. Figured I would post something here for a change. This first story was inspired by the Kenny Chesney song Brandy, You're a Fine Girl.

"Hey Sailor." Rachel sidled on up to a blonde haired sailor who had just sat down. "What can I get you?"

"I'll have a J.D and Coke please."

"Okay. Anything else?"

The blonde looked up and Rachel found herself staring into a pair of pretty green eyes. She looked Rachel up and down, a smile quirking her lips. "You got a name?"

"Rachel. Uh, Rachel Berry."

"Name's Quinn."

Rachel took the offered hand, shaking it. "Quinn. Has a nice ring to it." She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Are you from around here, or are you on leave?"

"I'm on leave at the moment. Our ship's docked here for a few days. First time I've been in here though. Most of the guys spend their nights pub crawling or frequenting brothels."

"Are you the only female on board?"

"No. There's two other girls. But they're…together, so…doesn't do much for me."

"Oh." The brunette blushed furiously. "I'll…I'll get you that drink you ordered. Ju-just a second." Rachel hurried over to the bar. "I need a J.D and Coke over here." She only had to wait a few seconds before the bartender handed over the drink. "Thanks."

She scurried back over to the table, setting the drink in front of the blonde. "Here you are. One J.D and Coke." She paused, watching as the woman took a sip. "Soo…two girls on the ship who are together and the rest are all men. Must be pretty tough."

Quinn smirked, flexing a muscle. "I can hold my own." She knocked back the J.D and Coke in one swig, setting the empty glass resolutely on the table.

Rachel could only stare. "W-wow." She watched as the sailor got up, casually tossing some coins on the table.

"Well Miss. Berry, it's been a pleasure." She went to walk away, only to turn halfway around, glancing over her shoulder. "Is it Miss. Berry or Mrs?"

The brunette swallowed. "N-no. It-it's just me. There is no Mr." She paused. "Or Mrs."

"Good. I'll be back tomorrow then."

Rachel stared dumbfounded as the blonde sailor walked out the door, the sunlight illuminating her body in the golden afternoon light. She tried to speak, but couldn't; her mouth was dry.