As disinclined as he was to be seen in public in a swimsuit, Quentin had decided a pool party might not be the worst thing. If nothing else, with new arrival attendance being mandatory, there should be enough people that no one would be looking too closely at him. He was at least only in swim trunks and not a tank top or t-shirt, so that was progress for him. He was rubbing water out of his hair with a towel after his first attempt at swimming when Margo leaned over.

"Sure, lemme-"

He froze halfway through lowering the towel. Hold the fuck up. He knew that voice. He dropped the towel and whipped around, and...yeah. There she was. Holy shit.

"Holy shit. Margo."

It was only the cosmo in her hand that prevented him tackling her with a hug. He made a small, aborted movement toward it, then stopped, knowing she probably wouldn't appreciate spilled alcohol.

"Uh." He turned himself around fully, so his feet were on the ground between their chairs. "Sorry, um. Holy shit, hi. It's good to see you. I mean...sorry you're here, but."

The line down Quentin's neck probably did not come as a huge surprise.