Lucy & Ric & Q & OPEN~
Late to things as he tends to be, Q pushed through the crowd till he's standing next to Lucy, completely nude minus the lavish tattoos that cover his pale flesh. He peers around the small blonde to the oddly elegant male standing next to her, looking somehow dapper given the hour. "Who's the Cary Grant gent, Lucienne?" He asks Lucy instead of the person in question, but manners weren't Q's forte. "Also, who got dead?" He lifts his nose and scents the air. "Human, I believe. Or a half breed, far weaker in power. I'm guessing this won't be good for business. Anyone spoken to Kennet? Or Silas? What's the procedure for clean up on such things and do I have to help?" Yawning and stretching to his full height of six feet plus, he makes a decision. When in doubt, martinis, regardless of the hour, are always the answer. "Lucienne, you in?" Looking at the newcomer directiy for the first time, he says "You're welcome to come as well if you'd like Cary Grant. I make a mean dirty martini."