Who: Quinn and Tim Where: Pub What: Apparent guys' night while girls' night is going on When: Backdated to the same time as this (so veeeery backdated >_>) Rating: TBC Open: Ask first, probably open to pub people Status: Ongoing
Quinn sighed softly trying to not look as tired as he felt. He knew Cleo and TJ wanted him and Tim to get to know each other but the elemental wizard couldn't help but wish it had been in a few weeks time. He was still suffering from the worst of the after-effects of death and he wasn't sure how this was even going to go.
Quinn sighed again and let his forehead rest on the table top. God he was tired. And cold. So very cold. But at least he was firmly in the plane of the living right now. He just hoped he stayed there fully for a while, the ghostly plane of this place was... odd. There wasn't the abundance of spirits that he usually saw but there were the people here, some like Cleo ended up with certain auras around them and others, when his vision flickered to the ghostly plane, he saw them change. Like Mitchell. That's why he was glad he was just seeing the realm of the living at the moment, in the pub, waiting for Tim to arrive.