Quentin James (boycott_love) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2013-06-19 12:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-27, quentin, renee |
I don't know where you're going, but do you got room for one more troubled soul?
Who: Quentin and Renee (and probably Quentin's familiar Willie too)
Where: Their apartment
When: Late night
What the actual fuck, Scarlet Oak. When Quentin first decided to move out here, he swore he didn't know this much weird shit happened in this sleepy little town. Maybe it could all be attributed to the Light and the fact that everything was out in the open now, and this was happening everywhere. There was still a part of him that missed how quiet Kennebunkport was in comparison. Sure, there were always scandals and gossip going around, but no one ever died. And there sure as fuck wasn't a magical wall or something put up around the high school keeping anyone from getting in or out.
The only reason why Quentin was watching the news at all was to see if there was anything new on Jadyn. He didn't quite know how to help with her disappearance - showing up at the police station and saying he was a psychic who wanted to help would only get him laughed out of the building. Every time he put pen to paper, he wondered if he'd see something that might tell him where Jadyn might be, like how he'd seen Calista's drowning incident before it happened, but no luck. At least, not yet, and if it actually worked then it was going to freak him out more than if it hadn't. Quentin had never been good at situations like this, and short of breaking into Jadyn's house himself, he didn't know what to do. Maybe something would come to him by morning.
That left only one option: drinking. He was a James, drinking was always an option. Hearing the apartment door open, he looked over his shoulder from where he sat on the couch, watching Renee come inside. He held up his half-empty glass to her, having already started on the brandy. "Beer's in the fridge, liquor on the counter," he said. It wasn't that he'd intended on drinking with his big sister, but in the moment, it beat drinking alone.