[Oh, Pierglass is. Very green. And has some very pointy looking teeth. It's. Hn. Yeah. Quentin may have done-well-diddly fucked up, and overestimated how prepared he was to interact with someone as monstrous as- this.
He should have bailed. Should have just had a laugh over getting somebody into a bar, and just- not actually shown up. Ding-dong ditched this shit, as it is.
Oh he is so out of his depth, he can feel the metaphorical water lapping at his neck.
...And Pierglass 100% recognizes him, considering he beelines right fucking towards him and the table he's at. Ha, he is. So fucked. God. In for a penny, in for a goddamn pound, though. He made his bed, and he'll lie in it until he can get the fuck out of here.
There is definitely a moment where Quentin can't quite hide his look of shock/surprise, before papering over it with some facade of vaguely interested politeness. Pretend everything is fine, and it will be fine.
Hopefully.]
Why, Pier, no fishbowl drink to split? I'm shocked. Though, I still appreciate the gesture. Quite the gentleman, aren't you?
[Quentin casts a very obvious brief glance around the bar, which is... definitely not the kind of place that would serve a fishbowl drink. It's not a club or other venue that'd do that kind of show-off thing. But... Quentin can recognize the opening for a joke when he sees it, as well as hoping that maybe the bit of humor can buy him some time to just- make an excuse to get out of here.
Being polite and joking a little could save his skin, right? Maybe?]
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16/5/22 23:24 (UTC)He should have bailed. Should have just had a laugh over getting somebody into a bar, and just- not actually shown up. Ding-dong ditched this shit, as it is.
Oh he is so out of his depth, he can feel the metaphorical water lapping at his neck.
...And Pierglass 100% recognizes him, considering he beelines right fucking towards him and the table he's at. Ha, he is. So fucked. God. In for a penny, in for a goddamn pound, though. He made his bed, and he'll lie in it until he can get the fuck out of here.
There is definitely a moment where Quentin can't quite hide his look of shock/surprise, before papering over it with some facade of vaguely interested politeness. Pretend everything is fine, and it will be fine.
Hopefully.]
Why, Pier, no fishbowl drink to split? I'm shocked. Though, I still appreciate the gesture. Quite the gentleman, aren't you?
[Quentin casts a very obvious brief glance around the bar, which is... definitely not the kind of place that would serve a fishbowl drink. It's not a club or other venue that'd do that kind of show-off thing. But... Quentin can recognize the opening for a joke when he sees it, as well as hoping that maybe the bit of humor can buy him some time to just- make an excuse to get out of here.
Being polite and joking a little could save his skin, right? Maybe?]