JEAN CHANG
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Post by JEAN CHANG on Sept 11, 2013 7:25:04 GMT -8
QUENTIN CHOUMonday 07 May 2012 @ 8:00pmAn only slightly tipsy Asian entered the bar and found himself a seat at an empty booth where he could remove his uncomfortable choker known as a tie and relax. If one were to look at the bar, it was less of a bar and more of a nightclub, really. And, if Jean was perfectly honest, was not his preferred location for meeting people on a professional level. But Quentin really couldn't be called a professional partner or associate and his meeting with the advertising agent (who actually was considered a professional relationship) was already over. In hindsight, Jean would realize that meeting someone at a bar, drinking with said person, then going to meet a second person at a different bar was probably not the best idea. Unfortunately for him, because they met at a bar, Jean ordered some random drink off the menu and drank it in order to keep up with appearances. But because his alcohol tolerance was average, he hadn't drank in years, and whatever he had to drink was slightly higher than his typical intake, by the time the meeting was over and everything was done and settled, he found himself just inebriated enough to drop his guard. He wasn't analyzing people anymore but he wasn't being completely irresponsible either. He wasn't that drunk. Yet.After finishing his previous engagement, Jean decided to call Quentin and ask him to meet. It was him after all, that had introduced them to each other. He supposed that Quentin would have been interested in hearing the results. It was also proper decorum to thank someone who had helped you. Normally Jean would have just baked him something. Well, whatever. The drinks here were supposed to be fantastic. He could spare a few extra dollars today. The waitress came over and Jean ordered a "Sakura-ko" to start with while he waited for Quentin to arrive. They could order food once he was here.
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Post by QUENTIN CHOU on Sept 11, 2013 8:04:23 GMT -8
tagged: terr time: 7th May, 8 pm. speech: quentin. notes: super pink table go! On the contrary, a rather sober half-Asian walked into the bar, taking a seat next to his partially inebriated friend. The other man had given him a call after a business meeting, asking him whether he wanted to meet for a drink. Having had nothing better to do that evening and deciding that the other man was decidedly handsome, Quentin had naturally obliged, so he'd driven down to the place in Little Tokyo where he noticed Jean immediately. He strolled up towards his acquaintance, taking a seat next to him.
"Hello," he smiled as he sat down, eyes scanning the menu for a second before glancing back up at Jean. "How did the meeting go?" It was already evident that the other man was starting to feel the first vestiges of Asian flush. Good thing that he didn't have that himself, Quentin couldn't help but think as he called the bartender over, and placed his own order. "A Singapore Sling, please," he said, "And two orders of rice crackers to start." They were at an Izakaya, which meant that they could get some sushi later on if they wanted. He turned back to the other male.
"So. What's your alcohol tolerance like?"
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JEAN CHANG
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Post by JEAN CHANG on Sept 11, 2013 8:27:34 GMT -8
It was soon after he ordered that Jean noticed a handsome, pink haired man walking up to his booth and taking a seat across from him. It was a good thing that he didn't have to wait too long for Quentin. He was getting hungry and hadn't had dinner yet. The bar offered little to eat except some light finger foods but it was better than nothing. He would find something else to eat later if he was that hungry.
"Hello." Jean echoed Quentin's greeting and smiled back at him. If Quentin were observant, he might have noticed that this grin was larger and more natural and sincere than during their first meeting. Jean was happy (and uninhibited) and he had good reason to be. "The meeting was fantastic, actually. The advertising agent you suggested really was great. When I mentioned your name he seemed immediately eager to help. It's going to cost me, obviously, but I think that this deal is going to be really good for business. I really do appreciate your help in introducing him to me."
"My alcohol tolerance?" Jean gave Quentin a skeptical look. My alcohol tolerance is fairly high. "I'll admit that the drink I had this afternoon was the first one in a while but I'm no where near drunk if that's what you mean. If anything, I'm had just enough to put me in a good mood. Besides," Jean smirked. "Taiwan has a minimum drinking age of eighteen and most families allow their kids to drink even before that. I probably handle my alcohol better than you." Somewhere in the back of Jean's brain, he wondered exactly what was in that drink he had earlier and why he was talking to Quentin like he would one of his high school friends. At that point though, he really didn't care and only continued to challenge the other man, waiting to see how he would reply to his goading.
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Post by QUENTIN CHOU on Sept 11, 2013 9:39:04 GMT -8
tagged: terr time: 7th May, 8 pm. speech: quentin. notes: super pink table go! It was evident to anyone with eyes that Jean was most definitely not sober. The man he had connected Jean with had been Japanese, and if he knew anything about the Japanese it was that they enjoyed a good drink (or two, or three, or twenty) over the course of business. He could only imagine that they'd decided to drink each other under the table, and he returned Jean's wide grin with a small smile of his own.
"I'm glad that you meshed well with him," Quentin said. "The better you do, the longer I can go with some of those delicious pastries again. I'm sure business will boom once he gets word out, and people try the stuff you bake. It was a win-win situation for everyone at hand." Some humility, as well as a compliment. In his sober state it was easy to say that Quentin currently had the upper hand, though he had to admit that he saw no reason in trying to screw Jean over. In fact, he was definitely on Quentin's list of people he actually respected, and all things considering, it wasn't a very long list at all. He smirked at Jean's statement.
"Was that a challenge I heard in your voice?" Quentin asked. The bartender set both of their drinks down, and Quentin took a sip of his. Not bad. Could have been better. "If you're trying to drink me under the table, I suggest that you give up before you start." He was up for some fun and games that night. Raising his glass to the other man, Quentin smirked.
"Bottoms up. Cheers to a business deal done well, I suppose?"
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JEAN CHANG
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Post by JEAN CHANG on Sept 11, 2013 11:47:08 GMT -8
"Indeed we did. If he's as good as you claim he is, I'm sure I'll have no shortage of customers. And if and when that happens, I'll create a new dessert just for you." That wasn't a lie. Jean was normally too proud to create a special creation for anyone and if he did, he expected something in return. This time, he was getting something in return (business), he actually liked the person he was basing the dessert off of (surprise, surprise), and he hadn't come up with anything new in a while (he sure as hell had better not have stagnated so early in his career). "What kind of desserts do you like? It wouldn't be right to create a dessert for you only for you not to like it."Jean's grin only continued to grow as Quentin responded to his challenge. "What do you think?" he replied as he picked up his own glass. He had no idea what this was or what the hell was in it but it had better be good. It never even crossed his mind that this was not a good idea and that logically two people drinking two different drinks might affect their alcohol level differently but who cared? He certainly didn't. "Haven't you ever heard of '故兵貴勝,不貴久'? You talk to much. 乾杯 (Cheers)." His drink was fruity and tasted faintly of lychees. But it wasn't that strong. He was pretty sure he tasted sake too and sake has a lower proof than other drinks. He was sure that he would be fine for at least a few more drinks. He drank enough to know his limit. As long as Quentin gave up before him, his victory was assured. "So, how's your drink? I'll admit, I've never had a Singapore sling before. In Taiwan it was usually always beer. And my teacher was always partial to wine, so there was that. I rarely ever have mixed drinks."
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Post by QUENTIN CHOU on Sept 11, 2013 15:12:32 GMT -8
tagged: terr time: 7th May, 8 pm. speech: quentin. notes: super pink table go! He was definitely more than a little tipsy. Quentin had to question whether he was either lying about his alcohol tolerance, or if he had only really had one drink. Because offering to make a new dessert just for him sounded like quite the big deal, especially for a connoisseur like Jean. Nevertheless, Quentin would humour him for the moment; there was quite the chance that he would forget about what he promised him when he was sober later on. "Sounds like one of the highest honours from the great Jean Chang," Quentin asked with a lazy smirk. "Are you sure that I would be able to take being remembered in history for such a long time?" Though his tone was mocking, he was friendly about it, and gave the other man a pat on the back. "But if you do want to know, melon bread is the answer. I love melon bread," he mused, "Once I visited Japan and I haven't ever been able to find anything quite like it. I'm sure you might be able to replicate it though."
Was that another challenge? Maybe, maybe not. Either way, Quentin chuckled at the other man's statement, downing his drink in one go along with the man. It seemed like this was some sort of competition and they were constantly upping the ante, but he could play along, at least for now. It didn't hurt. Besides, judging by Jean's wild declarations, he supposed that he had some sort of advantage over the other man. Whoever said that he wasn't allowed to play dirty?
"A lot of people say that mixed drinks are girly, but I prefer the flavour so that hasn't stopped me from that." If it made him stereotypically gay, so be it. He didn't care, and the reason he kept his sexuality ambiguous to most people was so that they would be somewhat intrigued. Most of his closest friends knew that he was homosexual, so be it. "If you've never had a mixed drink before, tell you what. This one is on me," he said, calling the bartender over.
"Two more Singapore slings, please," Quentin said, before speaking in a low voice, "Make them strong." He had a feeling that this was going to be a fun, fun night. The thought of just drinking the other man under the table crossed his mind briefly, but he discarded it upon hearing a growl from his stomach. He supposed that Jean might have heard it too. Come to think of it, he hadn't eaten since morning.
"Can I have two of your sushi platters as well?" Rice increased alcohol tolerance, and he knew that for a fact. And while he didn't exactly want Jean to be sober, he was pretty hungry. And to eat without Jean would be rude.
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JEAN CHANG
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Post by JEAN CHANG on Sept 11, 2013 17:01:38 GMT -8
"It is one of the highest honors and you should feel very proud of yourself for being one of the few to receive such such a privilege." Jean swirled his pink colored drink around in it's glass. There was less than half of the glass left and he was beginning to admit that perhaps he had had a bit much to drink. He wasn't completely drunk yet but had he had too much, probably. "The only other people I've actually made desserts for of my own accord are probably my teacher and my sisters... I think?" Jean frowned. Had he really not created desserts for more people than that? What a disappointment. Perhaps he should start. (He would change his mind later when he was sober and remembered that he disliked the general population.)
"Melon bread?" Jean echoed Quentin's request as he turned to look at the pink haired man with a very confused and bemused look. "I was expecting something more difficult. Like I don't know, a baked Alaska or Baumkuchen." Hell, I feel like I could bake you a wedding cake right now if you really wanted it and those things are an absolute pain. Or so he thought. At least he hoped that's what he thought. He didn't say that out loud, right? Yeah, he definitely had too much to drink. Winning be damned, he could get Quentin back next time. The memory of the last time he got so badly drunk was not a pretty one. Not only did he have a tattoo to show for it, according to his classmates, he got really friendly and touchy feely with all of them. He would never live down the memory of that night. Yeah, the next one would definitely have to be his last unless he wanted to get completely smashed.
Jean downed the rest of his drink and contemplated how he could adjust the melon bread to stand out from regular melon bread. Nothing was coming to mind at the moment. He could obviously improve on the original using his own preferred techniques but he doubted other than that he wondered if there was anything he could add to it to make it special. In the midst of his thinking he only barely heard Quentin's offer to buy him his first Singapore Sling and he completely missed the words being discretely whispered between the the bartender and the person he was supposed to be drinking under the table.
Despite having missed that complete event, the one thing that did not fly past his brain was the mention of sushi. "They serve food here? I've never been here before so I thought that it was just a bar. I must admit that I am starving."
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Post by QUENTIN CHOU on Sept 11, 2013 20:52:22 GMT -8
tagged: terr time: 7th May, 8 pm. speech: quentin. notes: super pink table go! "Then I will gladly accept this honour. Thank you." Quentin smirked, watching as the bartender laid down two more Singapore slings as well as their plates of snacks. Nimble fingers quickly darted over towards the crackers, and he took a bite of one. Mm, delicious, though he could definitely do with some sushi in a bit. The more he thought about it the more hungry he was getting. Jean was really quite adorable in his current state, speaking of how he would make desserts for the rest of the population.
"I don't think that my personal principles would allow me to deny the idea of more sweet things in the world," he said as he took a long, hard sip of his Singapore sling. "And yes, melon bread is my personal favourite. It's probably because you can't get it done as well here as I could when I was visiting Japan. A good baked Alaska can be found all around America, though I'm not sure that I'd be able to find the best. But to find the perfect consistency of melon bread would be a rare treat indeed." Quentin said, idly taking another bite of the next cracker. "The subtlety of the melon flavour combined with the softness of the bread? That was to die for."
Admittedly, his alcohol tolerance was not the best himself. He could already find himself starting to chat more, starting to speak. However he still had his inhibitions and was quite grateful when two platters of sushi were laid down in front of him and Jean. Quentin took two small plates from the counter, picking up the bottle of soy sauce. "Do you want some?" He waited for Jean's response and acted accordingly, before stirring some wasabi into his plate and then pouring the sauce into his.
"Yes they serve food here. It's very good, actually. Try the salmon sashimi first," Quentin gestured, "It's one of the best things I've ever tried. Actually," he said, calling the bartender over once again, "It's perfect with sake. Two cups of sake for us, please."
Jean's move now.
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JEAN CHANG
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Post by JEAN CHANG on Sept 12, 2013 9:45:51 GMT -8
Maybe it was just him, but Jean could have sworn that Quentin appeared to be happier than usual. No, maybe it was just him. The world around him was rose colored and everything seemed nicer and more beautiful than ever. Even their Singapore Slings that had just arrived was such a pretty color. The brilliant red appealed to him and reminded him of his childhood and the red packets his grandparents would give him every Chinese New Year. Wait, what?
Jean shook his head. Okay, he was definitely drunk. He did not think of his childhood fondly without reason; one of those reasons usually meant that he was getting so drunk he couldn't think straight. He looked at Quentin who looked none worse for the wear. Was he seriously going to get beaten by someone younger and with pink hair? (Jean found no other reason why Quentin wasn't allowed to beat him so you whatever works at this point.) This was seriously going to hurt his pride. But he had to stop. His self control demanded it.
But the Singapore Slings had already arrived and if he didn't drink it, Jean was sure that it would just get tossed out. Alcohol wasn't on the same level as food but it was still going to be a waste. He decided to drink it - or to try to drink it, at the very least. He could let Quentin know to stop after this. Jean took a sip of the liquid and, admittedly, he felt fine. It tasted different than he was used to but since he never actually had one of these before, he just assumed that the the alcohol probably tasted so strong because of it called for less juice. He took another sip of it to be sure and savored the taste of gin on his taste buds. It should perhaps be prudent to note now that with this alcohol and the lack of food in his system, Jean has reached the point of no return. His inhibition and reasoning has been discarded for the night and anything goes.
"Melon bread that tasted of melons? Ah, I know what you're talking about. Did you know that originally, melon bread was named melon bread only because of the shape and texture. The melon flavoring wasn't added until recently as a variation. And it's actually -oh sushi's here. Yes, please. I'll be sure to try the sashimi. Wait, sake? I think there was something about sake that I wanted to tell you about. What was it?" Jean never did know what kind of drunk he was since the hangovers usually prevented him from trying to remember; then again, he didn't really want to remember. What he did know was that he became worse than a two year old and that was how he was beginning to act. He was rambling and looking at everything around him.
Suddenly, something caught his attention and prompted him to lean onto Quentin. "You smell really nice. Are you wearing cologne?"
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Post by QUENTIN CHOU on Sept 13, 2013 10:39:24 GMT -8
tagged: terr time: 7th May, 8 pm. speech: quentin. notes: super pink table go! It was definitely entertaining to watch Jean get reduced to the mental state of a young child, with how he seemed to be so much more intrigued and drawn in by everything around. Quentin chuckled as he took a sip of the liquid, knowing that the other man was almost definitely going to be drunk for the rest of the night. Well, Jean had challenged him, and while Quentin didn't normally take up competitions that he deemed pointless he had to suppose that this was something else. Then again, it was clear from the start: Jean in himself was something else, someone to look up to and to hold in some esteem.
Even if his current behaviour was definitely quite far from dignified.
"Is that so?" Quentin asked as Jean mentioned the melon bread. He was starting to feel a flush on his cheeks and his heart starting to race, but he still had some sort of control over what he was saying and doing. "I don't think the original would be able to compare, then. I'd call it an improvement rather than a variation. It would be nice to try the two side-by-side. But since we can't get the authentic bread in Los Angeles, you'd be the only person I know who can facilitate this challenge. The pressure's on, Jean." He said no more however when Jean started rambling about the sushi. Quentin smirked, finishing his Singapore sling, and then lifting a piece of salmon sashimi to his lips.
Ah, the sweet taste of inevitable victory. He didn't even seem that flustered as the other man leaned in, asking him whether he used cologne. Quentin chuckled.
"I don't know. Do you think I'm wearing cologne?" So Jean was attracted to him on some level. Well, it might have been the beer goggles, but this was going to be one hell of an interesting night the way it was going so far. "Have something to eat and I may be more inclined to answer this question. Try the food, it was my recommendation. It would be rude to just leave it, wouldn't it?"
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JEAN CHANG
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Post by JEAN CHANG on Sept 14, 2013 9:09:06 GMT -8
Jean was drunk at the moment. There was no other way around it. It was bad enough that he had had the equivalent of five drinks in the past hour and a half. That alone is enough to get almost anyone drunk. It had also been hours since the last time Jean had eaten. To put it in perspective, it was a wonder that Jean hadn't completely blacked out from drinking yet. Sadly, the baker was currently just on the border between "completely gone" and "loopy but still alive". This meant that not only would he have a horrible hangover the next morning, he would remember almost everything whether he wanted to or not.
"What pressure?" Jean finished his glass of Singapore Sling and moved onto poking at the sushi with his chopsticks. "You wound me with your contempt," he continued in a joking manner. "Who do you think I am? The bread I make will probably be better than whatever brand of melon bread you tasted. If you taste my bread, you won't be able to eat anyone else's." Confident words and pretty promises from a drunk should never be trusted; only used against them in times of trolling. Jean was screwed.
Jean looked at the food on the table and frowned a bit. He wan't sure if he was hungry. The color of the sushi certainly was pretty, though. The salmon reminded him of Quentin's hair. Speaking of Quentin... Jean nuzzled the other man's hair again. "You're definitely wearing something. You smell really nice." Quentin mentioned the food again and Jean momentarily stopped molesting him long enough to take a second look at the sushi. "I'm not hungry though," he complained. Instead, he wrapped his arms around Quentin's waist and buried his face into Quentin's shirt. "I'd rather do something fun. We should go to a night market. Are there night markets in LA?"
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Post by QUENTIN CHOU on Sept 14, 2013 12:29:55 GMT -8
tagged: terr time: 7th May, 8 pm. speech: quentin. notes: super pink table go! If you taste my bread, you won't be able to taste anyone else's. Quentin resisted the urge to point out just how wrong that statement sounded, especially in the context of baguettes. He wasn't known for having a particularly dirty mind, but that statement had been too graphic not to turn into something else. However, he kept it to himself. The last thing he wanted to do right now was to put any funny ideas in Jean's head too soon. Maybe later, but for now he would savour the moment. "Is that so?" he asked once again, a smile curling up onto his lips. "They say pride comes before a fall. You can talk the talk, and I've seen you walk the walk, but my standards for melon bread would be inexplicably high."
Memo to his future self: he should really come drinking with Jean more often. Judging by his reactions, he was most definitely an interesting person to watch when he was inebriated. Quentin resisted the urge to laugh out loud as Jean nuzzled his hair, setting his chopsticks on the table so that Jean didn't make him drop his food. "I told you, I would answer your questions after you had your dinner. You aren't getting anything else out of me. Same applies for the night market question. You haven't really eaten yet, have you? Neither have I, and we can't do anything on an empty stomach. You'd be missing out not to have something to eat."
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Post by JEAN CHANG on Sept 14, 2013 16:40:17 GMT -8
Jean was not happy when his attempts at getting attention from Quentin were ignored. He pouted in an effort to show his displeasure but conceded nonetheless. He unwound his arms from Quentin's waist and reached over for his abandoned chopsticks. He used his chopsticks to pick up a piece of sushi from his plate and managed to get it into his mouth through sheer muscle memory and experience. (It was a good thing they weren't using forks otherwise there would probably be food everywhere.) "You promise that you'll answer my questions if I eat?"
A sober Jean would have admitted that, yes, the sushi that Quentin suggested was delicious. However, Jean was nowhere near sober right now and instead stubbornly maintained his stance that, "the sushi was okay," and that "he wasn't that hungry." He continued eating anyway despite what he claimed. He really was hungry after having gone half a day without food. It was a good thing that Quentin had been sober enough to get them food. Otherwise, Jean would have woken up hungover and starving which would only serve to put him in a horrible mood.
"What are we going to do after we're done with food?"
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Post by QUENTIN CHOU on Sept 15, 2013 7:24:05 GMT -8
tagged: terr time: 7th May, 8 pm. speech: quentin. notes: super pink table go! Ah, he was pouting. Quentin resisted the urge to reach out and pet him on the head like a puppy dog or small child. For one, he didn't want to give Jean any ideas, and for another, ignoring him would probably be a much more effective tactic. And it worked, he thought as he watched Jean unwrap his arms from around his waist and shovel the sushi into his mouth.
"I make no promises, but tell no lies." Quentin chuckled. Would he have said that when he hadn't already had a couple of drinks in him? Probably not, but the damage had been done. Now all he could do was wait to see how Jean reacted to a statement like that. He did seem pretty hungry though, despite his statement about the sushi only being okay. Maybe he'd bring Jean here sober next time.
Implying that there would be a next time, of course.
"What do you want to do when we're done with food?" Quentin's eyes glimmered with mischief as he spoke. "I can think of plenty of places we can go for some fun."
His move now.
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Post by JEAN CHANG on Sept 16, 2013 9:52:16 GMT -8
In response to Quentin's admittance, Jean said nothing. In all honesty, what he said completely flew over his head. He found little meaning in Quentin's words and instead found himself much more preoccupied with finishing the last few pieces of sushi on his plate. In his inebriated state, there was no analyzing and there was no calculated words or actions. There was only what was the present and what was in front of him. Let this be a lesson to Jean that if ever should drink so much, drink with only those you trust or those that you know will not screw you over in that one moment.
"I don't know," Jean replied. "That's why I asked you." Then, in what seemed like a moment of startling clarity, Jean turned to Quentin and smirked in return to the glimmer of mischief that reflected in the younger man's eyes. Jean was always, always up for stupid things despite how he acted when sober. As long as it did not hurt his income, he wasn't afraid of challenges. "It sounds like you have plenty of ideas. So tell me, where exactly would you like to go?"
And as quickly as it came, Jean devolved back into a two year old. He leaned on Quentin once again with a content smile now that he was full. "That was nice," he laughed. "This is to thank you for the sushi," he smiled before pulling Quentin in for a kiss.
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Post by QUENTIN CHOU on Sept 16, 2013 13:14:40 GMT -8
tagged: terr time: 7th May, 8 pm. speech: quentin. notes: super pink table go! Jean was probably lucky that Quentin had so much faith in him. The man smirked, noting that he had provided him with no answer. It was interesting: he had no capacity for mind games when inebriated. It probably said something about him, but he too was too tipsy to really decide what it was. Alcohol was good for lowering inhibitions. Anything that happened that evening was probably going to be interesting to say the least, of debatable content to say the most. Either way he could feel his guard dropping bit by bit as he took a long sip of the sake. In light of what was going on, it tasted so much sweeter.
"I have a rough idea of where this could be going." Once again Quentin leaned in just a little bit, enough that anyone who was looking would see that he was hinting at something, and that anyone who wasn't looking would not. Or maybe he leaned in a little more than that-- make it a lot more than that. Either way, it was quite obvious that Jean was interested and willing, and that this was definitely going in his intended direction. Quentin wasn't a celibate man in the very least, not at all, if you understood what he meant. And it seemed like he had the right idea as Jean leaned on him as well, before pulling him in for a kiss.
Just as expected. Quentin smirked into the kiss, cupping the other man's cheek with his right hand. His other hand tousled its way into Jean's hair, tugging at it lightly, noting how the other tasted of skin and sake and alcohol, lips chafing against one another's as he deepened their connection. Even when drunk the other man was a good kisser, and the physical warmth, the feeling of close contact was pleasant to say the least, and he let out a soft groan as he brushed his tongue against the other's bottom lip, saying that he wanted this, he wanted him, he wanted more--
And then he pulled away. Quentin chuckled.
"Enough of a hint for you?" he asked, before putting his card down on the table. He could pay for this night: if Jean felt any guilt for it, it meant that there would be a repeat occasion. "Come on, let's go. There's a hotel nearby where we can continue our activities."
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