Well--no, he's got everything better to do, that's the thing. There's so much that Quentin Coldwater makes a clear distinction to just say fuck it. Eliot would be proud, and hell, Quentin's curious.
Lux is not his thing. It's decidedly not his thing and Quentin's not even in the actual club. He's traveled all the way from New York (nothing special, just a charmed door) and his first reaction is that it looks like it's full of the kinds of people he already hates. He's actually considering just straight up leaving, but he sighs, reminds himself that he needs the break, and texts: ]
Where are you?
[ He'll decide if he wants to actually go in, he really well, just give him a minute. ]
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Well--no, he's got everything better to do, that's the thing. There's so much that Quentin Coldwater makes a clear distinction to just say fuck it. Eliot would be proud, and hell, Quentin's curious.
Lux is not his thing. It's decidedly not his thing and Quentin's not even in the actual club. He's traveled all the way from New York (nothing special, just a charmed door) and his first reaction is that it looks like it's full of the kinds of people he already hates. He's actually considering just straight up leaving, but he sighs, reminds himself that he needs the break, and texts: ]
Where are you?
[ He'll decide if he wants to actually go in, he really well, just give him a minute. ]