[His grip loosens as soon as she lets go of his shirt, but then he's too busy being so utterly confused at her attempts to... hold his hand? Grip his wrist back?? Who knows, but his reaction is delayed enough that he doesn't pull his hand away until she does. Quentin eyes her skeptically, glancing at the couch but not sitting. Nope, he's just going to stand next to the door and shove his hands into his jacket pockets.]
/Nobody said you had to drink it alone./
[Just not with Quentin. Any "dates with Julian" comments aside, he's sure there's no shortage of people who would share a bottle of champagne with Sophie Cuckoo.]
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/Nobody said you had to drink it alone./
[Just not with Quentin. Any "dates with Julian" comments aside, he's sure there's no shortage of people who would share a bottle of champagne with Sophie Cuckoo.]