[ Asking kindly about her well-being after she just said him being nice made her want to slit his throat is fine now because she's not going to do it. Ha.
The bottle gets tossed and he's honestly definitely not expecting thick glass. It almost smacks him right in the face and he only caught it by the grace of god, albeit entirely awkwardly in his elbow. ] Shit. [ He shifts the weight in his arm to grab it properly, looking at the label with a bemused expression. Okay. Didn't think she'd actually follow up on that one. ]
Uh- Y-Yeah, yeah. I did say that. [ Well. Guess he's about to be drinking now. He tries to recall how many different drugs are in his system today and how well they mix with alcohol. Should be just his own pills and maybe some- Whatever. He doesn't actually care. He's not pleased about the drunken sleep this'll lead to. That's going to be fucking horrific. Terrifying even. Maybe he can black out and not even dream.
Or being next to Julie is deterrent? Hopefully she doesn't ditch him somewhere. ]
You want to hang here or--? Do you even get along with anyone here?
[ No, right? Quentin's already taking the cap off the bottle and taking a swing of it. He makes a disgusted face, hating it and the burn. He coughs. And then just takes a second gulp of it. ] Ugh. [ He closes the medkit he had been filling, puts it aside in a safe spot then moves over to her and holds the bottle out. ]
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[ Asking kindly about her well-being after she just said him being nice made her want to slit his throat is fine now because she's not going to do it. Ha.
The bottle gets tossed and he's honestly definitely not expecting thick glass. It almost smacks him right in the face and he only caught it by the grace of god, albeit entirely awkwardly in his elbow. ] Shit. [ He shifts the weight in his arm to grab it properly, looking at the label with a bemused expression. Okay. Didn't think she'd actually follow up on that one. ]
Uh- Y-Yeah, yeah. I did say that. [ Well. Guess he's about to be drinking now. He tries to recall how many different drugs are in his system today and how well they mix with alcohol. Should be just his own pills and maybe some- Whatever. He doesn't actually care. He's not pleased about the drunken sleep this'll lead to. That's going to be fucking horrific. Terrifying even. Maybe he can black out and not even dream.
Or being next to Julie is deterrent? Hopefully she doesn't ditch him somewhere. ]
You want to hang here or--? Do you even get along with anyone here?
[ No, right? Quentin's already taking the cap off the bottle and taking a swing of it. He makes a disgusted face, hating it and the burn. He coughs. And then just takes a second gulp of it. ] Ugh. [ He closes the medkit he had been filling, puts it aside in a safe spot then moves over to her and holds the bottle out. ]
Okay. Here. Where we going?