WHAT: alexis discusses love lost and losing memories on purpose with quentin WHERE: alexis' apartment WHEN: friday, feb 16th WARNINGS:discussion of magically removing memories, PTSD, mentions of sexual encounters/sexuality and language. STATUS: In Progress
Well! Not only had she had to truck her ass back to her apartment after a two hour walk through the woods in which she'd gotten slightly lost in after she magically tele-stepped away from her almost hot date Jim freakin' Kirk when trying to leave Zemo's party with him, she'd lost her phone and found it at MIST two days later and has since been, essentially, hiding out in shame and embarrassment. So. Much. Embarrassment.
In fact, she was hard-pressed to even let Quentin come over but her need to both gossip and ask him a few questions about memory removal had her agreeing to him coming over anyway. She had at least been confident enough to walk around her apartment at this point and hadn't teleported out of it in at least three days, which was a good sign. She got out everything needed to make coffee or tea, and had some snacks set out as well. Like a charcuterie board, really, with all the basic good things like salami, crackers, cheese, and some grapes.
She was a good hostess, no one could deny that.
When Quentin arrived, she threw the door open dramatically and before he could do anything, pulled him into a hug. "I am pretty sure Dunwich hates me, Q!" She said, crushing him harder into the hug for a brief moment before she let him inside finally, the door falling shut as she walked him towards her little kitchen. "Tea, coffee, or wine? It's early but it's five o'clock somewhere."