[So, the good news is, this time Quentin set shit up with the intention to get to the bar he suggested first! After his run-in with that Dillon guy, he is... definitely much warier about this sort of thing.
At the moment, he's working under two assumptions: One, the guy's probably going to recognize him in some way, considering both the fishbowl comment, and the fact that Pier didn't ask for some kind of identifier. Two, he has to be smart about this shit, because green with four eyes? That's a monster, man. And Quentin is very much still a human, at the moment. He doesn't want to get snapped in half.
Another thing that he doesn't want to bet on, but can't quite shake the thought of is... theoretically, he'll be safe? Parker wouldn't be friendly with people who committed murder willy-nilly, but. Dillon still kicked his shit in pretty thoroughly.
Yeah, he can't bet on that last one at all, so it's not even an assumption. It's more like a bonafide pipe dream.
Either way, Quentin's safely at the bar half an hour in advance, and it's vaguely familiar territory. Not too close to the 38-8, but not too far away either if he ends up having to lick his own wounds again. God, this fucking place. It's like trying to deal with Fury and SHIELD shit on overdrive, this is the last time he's going to suggest something like this all willy-nilly.
He starts peeling the label off of his beer absently, watching the doorway carefully for whenever some green guy with four eyes will walk in. Place has a decent amount of foot-traffic, considering it's the middle of the week, but Quentin's not going to object to that. If he needs to potentially slip out-
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Backdated to April 13th
12/5/22 04:48 (UTC)[So, the good news is, this time Quentin set shit up with the intention to get to the bar he suggested first! After his run-in with that Dillon guy, he is... definitely much warier about this sort of thing.
At the moment, he's working under two assumptions: One, the guy's probably going to recognize him in some way, considering both the fishbowl comment, and the fact that Pier didn't ask for some kind of identifier. Two, he has to be smart about this shit, because green with four eyes? That's a monster, man. And Quentin is very much still a human, at the moment. He doesn't want to get snapped in half.
Another thing that he doesn't want to bet on, but can't quite shake the thought of is... theoretically, he'll be safe? Parker wouldn't be friendly with people who committed murder willy-nilly, but. Dillon still kicked his shit in pretty thoroughly.
Yeah, he can't bet on that last one at all, so it's not even an assumption. It's more like a bonafide pipe dream.
Either way, Quentin's safely at the bar half an hour in advance, and it's vaguely familiar territory. Not too close to the 38-8, but not too far away either if he ends up having to lick his own wounds again. God, this fucking place. It's like trying to deal with Fury and SHIELD shit on overdrive, this is the last time he's going to suggest something like this all willy-nilly.
He starts peeling the label off of his beer absently, watching the doorway carefully for whenever some green guy with four eyes will walk in. Place has a decent amount of foot-traffic, considering it's the middle of the week, but Quentin's not going to object to that. If he needs to potentially slip out-
Well. He'll make it work.]