Smiling as Luc's glass clinked against his own, Joaquin took another small drink, absolutely positive now that the entire night had been completely worth it- the suit, the awkward conversations, everything. Five grand- for paintings definitely not priced that high- and on top of it he got to see the rather compelling man again soon. Joaquin felt as if he could gladly chat up the others at the show now, buzzed and unusually cheery.
"That sounds good. I can uh, bug you in a few days, I've got some... work work to get finished up." AKA figuring out what exactly he was teaching in his painting classes, from kindergarten students to senior citizens. Not his first choice of day job, but it worked. It'd landed him this show, hadn't it? Joaquin looked over the business card before sliding it into a pocket, smiling. Recording studio. Interesting. Artsy. He liked that a lot.
"Alright-- well, I'll uh, I'll give you a call as soon as I've got time to think," he chuckled, his fingers idly tracing lines along the side of his glass. "I think I like your impulses, so I'll do my best." What are you doing, Joaquin? Don't say that. No.
Shaking Luc's hand again, Joaquin mirrored his smile, admittedly feeling a million times better about the entire night since he'd first walked up to the other man. Funny how one person could turn things around. "Same to you. Um, have a good night!" Maybe this whole fancy art show thing wasn't so bad after all. Suits were okay. He could handle that- he didn't even want to go curl up in his pajamas in bed anymore. Money he liked even more. Things were looking up.