take all the time you need, I'm finishing up out here I'll see you at the tavern
[ His funds are modest, but you can really get away with modest if you're not very picky and not very happy. Good company is half the battle, anyway, and Felipe is always good company. Quentin's warm feelings for him might waver if he ever looked too closely at them, but there's a tacit agreement between them so far: when you look away, I look away. It may not be wise, but it feels safe, at least.
[ He is definitely questioning his feelings when Felipe tries to explain scoring on this card game. This is the third time. He's about three drinks in. His mouth has been hanging open this whole time, eyes glazed over as he tries to listen, but then some absolutely nonsense catches his ear-- ]
Wait, what? When the fuck do you call trump, how do I know what trump is?
[ Dropping his hand face up on the table, Quentin slouches back into the booth with a petulant, coughing whine. His knees bump Felipe's under the table, once accidentally and then again and again on purpose. ] I can't hear this, who makes up these rules? Who has the time?
→ tavern
I'll see you at the tavern
[ His funds are modest, but you can really get away with modest if you're not very picky and not very happy. Good company is half the battle, anyway, and Felipe is always good company. Quentin's warm feelings for him might waver if he ever looked too closely at them, but there's a tacit agreement between them so far: when you look away, I look away. It may not be wise, but it feels safe, at least.
[ He is definitely questioning his feelings when Felipe tries to explain scoring on this card game. This is the third time. He's about three drinks in. His mouth has been hanging open this whole time, eyes glazed over as he tries to listen, but then some absolutely nonsense catches his ear-- ]
Wait, what? When the fuck do you call trump, how do I know what trump is?
[ Dropping his hand face up on the table, Quentin slouches back into the booth with a petulant, coughing whine. His knees bump Felipe's under the table, once accidentally and then again and again on purpose. ] I can't hear this, who makes up these rules? Who has the time?