Teddy and Quentin
Quentin was still relatively new to the area and didn't have a lot of friends or things to do. It'd been a fairly lonely holiday this year, and was panning out to be a fairly lonely New Year's Eve on top of that. He wandered around the club, avoiding the dance floor, and made his way to the bar to order a glass of wine. He didn't want to get drunk tonight. Maybe a little tipsy, but this was more for social lubrication than anything else. What he wanted, though he hated admitting it, was some human contact. A conversation. Something to kickstart his brain back into running order before school started back up again. He'd spent a few says completely alone, reading in his apartment and drinking far too much hot tea. It'd been a revisiting of the Harry Potter series, and that always made him feel disconnected.
Chardonnay tonight. To start, anyway. It was New Years, and he didn't want to be drinking alone.