Quentin Coldwater (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} magicianking) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} valarlogs,@ 2015-01-09 14:16:00 |
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When: Jan 9, 2015
Where: Some bar
What: Random Encounter
Rating/Warnings: TBD
Status: Incomplete; Closed, In-Progress
It'd been a long day. Quentin wasn't lying when he told that gal online he was drinking a glass of wine at noon. He spent the greater portion of the day cleaning, re-arranging, helping the other professors with their offices, and then finally getting to his course plans. By the time he opened up his lessonbook, he was ready to blow it all off.
Still, he forced himself to work. If there was one thing Q was good at, it was putting in the hours. Nose to the grindstone, et cetera. It was past six when he finally left the office and headed out. Not home, though. He needed to unwind.
He found a random bar--a place he'd never been before--and headed inside. Straight to the bar. He wasn't ready to drink alone. He didn't exactly want company, but solitude felt more depressing.
He ordered a chardonnay, then sat at the bar and frowned up at the television. Some football team was playing another. Quentin had spent the majority of his adult life avoiding sports. Sometimes it was impossible.