Margo's eyes are bright, beaming lips pursing in more delight than they really ought to be seeing Quentin in sex city. Really, she shouldn't be happy to see any of her friends there, but life's been too shitty to not continue being a selfish bitch, right?
She turns to angle toward him more, holding her glass up in one hand as she takes a long, deliberate drink while he speaks. Always with more words than necessary, stuttered out and awkward. God, she loves this ridiculous man.
She reaches to set the drink down on a little table, standing up, bottle of lotion forgotten, arms immediately going around his neck, pulling herself against his body in a warm and long embrace. Black heels adorn her feet, because of course, even by the pool. She's not planning on swimming, just sunbathing and looking hot.
"Q." Sliding back, bringing both hands to hold over his neck, her face leans in to brush a kiss onto his cheek. "It's good to see you." Settling back a little, no longer making eye contact but remaining close, she looks down over his body, smile perking up for a second until she meets his eyes again.
"Better than home, even if the fuckers shut my power off at first." A sharp inhale and exhale, eyes rolling. "They can't handle someone who's clearly more powerful, they have to cheat and drug us up if we act out. Oh well. Lesson learned. Just gotta be sneakier. Right?" She's been there a matter of days, totally unwilling to not put her unimpressed opinion of the city on verbal blast.
"Oh." She frowns, looking closer at him, drawing a line down her own neck, head shaking as she grimaces. "Sorry, Q. That's shitty. So," she waves to the chair beside where she'd been sitting before returning to her own, sitting on the edge, snatching her Cosmo back up. "Catch me up. Tell me the most important detail of your life here, Q."
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She turns to angle toward him more, holding her glass up in one hand as she takes a long, deliberate drink while he speaks. Always with more words than necessary, stuttered out and awkward. God, she loves this ridiculous man.
She reaches to set the drink down on a little table, standing up, bottle of lotion forgotten, arms immediately going around his neck, pulling herself against his body in a warm and long embrace. Black heels adorn her feet, because of course, even by the pool. She's not planning on swimming, just sunbathing and looking hot.
"Q." Sliding back, bringing both hands to hold over his neck, her face leans in to brush a kiss onto his cheek. "It's good to see you." Settling back a little, no longer making eye contact but remaining close, she looks down over his body, smile perking up for a second until she meets his eyes again.
"Better than home, even if the fuckers shut my power off at first." A sharp inhale and exhale, eyes rolling. "They can't handle someone who's clearly more powerful, they have to cheat and drug us up if we act out. Oh well. Lesson learned. Just gotta be sneakier. Right?" She's been there a matter of days, totally unwilling to not put her unimpressed opinion of the city on verbal blast.
"Oh." She frowns, looking closer at him, drawing a line down her own neck, head shaking as she grimaces. "Sorry, Q. That's shitty. So," she waves to the chair beside where she'd been sitting before returning to her own, sitting on the edge, snatching her Cosmo back up. "Catch me up. Tell me the most important detail of your life here, Q."