Quentin James (boycott_love) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2009-11-14 23:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-06-22, quentin |
Clusterfuck!
Who: Quentin James and Torque Shriver
Where: Weiss Auto Service
When: Mid-morning
What: CLUSTERFUCK! I mean, Quentin meets the guy he's heard about it bits and pieces from Lia.
There was a long list of things to do that had been tacked up on Quentin's fridge since he moved to Scarlet Oak. Most of it was related to things he really wanted nothing to do with - "clean out the last of those boxes in the bedroom," "get a storage unit for misc. shit," etc. But forefront on the list was "work on art website," and that needed to get done. At some point, Quentin James was an artist who wanted to sell his work, and that didn't happen if he didn't get out there and promote himself somehow. The website had needed a revamp since before he left Maine, and now was as good a time as any.
At least, that was what he told himself when he woke up that morning, two hours earlier than he normally liked to be out of bed. The only thing he had planned for the day was to take his Mustang convertible into the shop for a much needed oil change and tune up, then he could come back and get some work done. Quentin did genuinely adore his car, though the interior might not always look it. All it needed was a good vacuum and it would be ready to go. For a gift from his parents, it was working out well. Sometimes it paid to bitch and moan until you got what you wanted.
So that was how Quentin found himself at the mechanic's shop that morning, sitting in the lobby, legs crossed under him, sketchbook in hand. One side was completely covered in half-finished notes to himself, things to remember to check off when he was back at his computer, working on the website. Then, on the bottom corner, lapping up onto and over said notes, were waves. He didn't know why he kept drawing them, maybe just out of habit, but Quentin was covering the bottom of the page. Once he was out of room he quickly turned the page and continued working.
Was this another one of his visions? He didn't think so, the feeling of urgency wasn't there. This was just something he was doing to pass the time, likely brought on by the constant rain today and remembering how the water looked, crashing on the granite shoreline back home as the storm came in.