That sounds amazing. [ And he means it, too, leaning in just a little bit longer into Eliot's arms before leaning back and picking up a few of the bottles.
Damn, he did alright when he blindly grabbed shit to shove in his messenger bag. He tucks them in again, the soft clanking oddly soothing as glass gently bumps into glass as he packs a few up, and his gaze lingers on the goblets before deciding against it.
High King Eliot is going to have to drink Bombay Sapphire straight from the bottle like the rest of the peasants below him. Though, come to think of it, he swore he saw Eliot drinking straight from the bottle at a party a few times. Or maybe he was just drunk?
Once Quentin smooths down the flap he's suddenly aware of how heavy his feet feel, but he winds up moving back towards Eliot a little sluggishly. Yeah. A drink and then lights out really wouldn't hurt.
They reach the bedroom and Quentin feels both at ease and odd with the fact that he's in royal chambers of any sort. It's ridiculous, since he's a King himself, but it's probably just because he associates Fillory with Eliot now. He sets the bag down on Eliot's bed with a clink sound, sitting down next to it and fishing out a bottle of tequila. ]
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Damn, he did alright when he blindly grabbed shit to shove in his messenger bag. He tucks them in again, the soft clanking oddly soothing as glass gently bumps into glass as he packs a few up, and his gaze lingers on the goblets before deciding against it.
High King Eliot is going to have to drink Bombay Sapphire straight from the bottle like the rest of the peasants below him. Though, come to think of it, he swore he saw Eliot drinking straight from the bottle at a party a few times. Or maybe he was just drunk?
Once Quentin smooths down the flap he's suddenly aware of how heavy his feet feel, but he winds up moving back towards Eliot a little sluggishly. Yeah. A drink and then lights out really wouldn't hurt.
They reach the bedroom and Quentin feels both at ease and odd with the fact that he's in royal chambers of any sort. It's ridiculous, since he's a King himself, but it's probably just because he associates Fillory with Eliot now. He sets the bag down on Eliot's bed with a clink sound, sitting down next to it and fishing out a bottle of tequila. ]
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