[Quentin can't help but snort a little. A Zombie would be a little too on the nose for this place, wouldn't it? But a Mai Tai... god.
He normally tries to stick to the Average Guy wheelhouse (beer, whiskey, bourbon, whatever), but that wouldn't be half-bad. The right kind of sweetness to offset the fact he's still a bit scared shitless, to be honest. Like hell would he expose that sliver of underbelly to this guy, though.]
Well, maybe next time we could try somewhere else, huh? If you want to, anyways. It's hard to find a good place for drinks around here. Good conversation too.
[Quentin smiles as pleasantly as he can manage, trying to spin this whole thing as- something. He doesn't think schmoozing is the right way to slip out of this, and flirting? Yeah, no. He's not going to risk his neck by pushing that far. But, look. It could be a bit fun to verbally spar with somebody, and have a drink now and then too.
And oh, is that a little bit of an opening to worm into? If Pier hasn't known Peter long... well. Quentin can work with that. Also, maybe he can get the guy's actual name, because Pierglass has to be just some username.]
That's one of the things the kid's good at, first impressions. But... [Quentin shrugs, taking a sip from the beer he started the night with. No offense, buddy, but he's gonna take his time.] Between you and me, things start to wear a bit thin with him after a while. Though you really must be close already, considering... [He makes a vague gesture with his hand, glancing at Norman casually.] He wouldn't tell just anybody about the, ah, 'fishbowl' thing, Mister-?
[He lets his question hang in the air, trying to keep things as casual and non-confrontational as possible. It is not on his agenda tonight to get eaten.]
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He normally tries to stick to the Average Guy wheelhouse (beer, whiskey, bourbon, whatever), but that wouldn't be half-bad. The right kind of sweetness to offset the fact he's still a bit scared shitless, to be honest. Like hell would he expose that sliver of underbelly to this guy, though.]
Well, maybe next time we could try somewhere else, huh? If you want to, anyways. It's hard to find a good place for drinks around here. Good conversation too.
[Quentin smiles as pleasantly as he can manage, trying to spin this whole thing as- something. He doesn't think schmoozing is the right way to slip out of this, and flirting? Yeah, no. He's not going to risk his neck by pushing that far. But, look. It could be a bit fun to verbally spar with somebody, and have a drink now and then too.
And oh, is that a little bit of an opening to worm into? If Pier hasn't known Peter long... well. Quentin can work with that. Also, maybe he can get the guy's actual name, because Pierglass has to be just some username.]
That's one of the things the kid's good at, first impressions. But... [Quentin shrugs, taking a sip from the beer he started the night with. No offense, buddy, but he's gonna take his time.] Between you and me, things start to wear a bit thin with him after a while. Though you really must be close already, considering... [He makes a vague gesture with his hand, glancing at Norman casually.] He wouldn't tell just anybody about the, ah, 'fishbowl' thing, Mister-?
[He lets his question hang in the air, trying to keep things as casual and non-confrontational as possible. It is not on his agenda tonight to get eaten.]