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Since moving in with Terry and his family, he was forever in debt to them and grateful, Seung had been filled with such a mix of feelings but one of the biggest was sadness. He had known what his parents would do if they found out, or at least he knew most of what they’d do, but knowing and having it happen were two different things. It hadn’t even been a week, only a few days, but he was fitting in nicely at Terry’s home. Most would figure that was a good thing, that he could move on, and would question why he felt like he did. But how could he not? Family was everything - it always had been.
At the same time he felt...free...like a giant weight had been removed from his shoulders. But that left him feeling rather...adrift. He had to make his own choices now, decide his own course. Did he want to follow the same course laid out for him or set a new one? That was the thing...he didn’t know. He didn’t have a clue what he wanted to do and if he went his own route would his parents support his college fees?
They were still willing to pay for university, they had said that, it was the only connection he had to them now aside from family name and blood. He’d moved all his things from their home and couldn’t see or talk to them now. It hurt - a lot. It hurt more than he’d thought it would.
It was that, and trying to think of what to do now, that had led to him sneaking out of Terry’s once the other was asleep. He didn’t power up, didn’t wander off to patrol or walk around as Venice. Nope, nothing so simple.
He had made his way to a bar, one he knew carried soju, with every intent of getting hammered before finding a way back to Terry’s and crashing in bed with the other. He’d worry about Terry finding out in the morning later, maybe. He just...needed to drown out the feelings, then try and work around the alcohol in his system to think and decide what to do now. He’d never had this freedom and he wasn’t sure what to do with it.
He’d been expected, as the oldest and the only son, to get a good job, to marry, have children, and support his parents in their old age - including letting them move in with his family if they wanted or needed. The only point he’d ever figured he’d fight them on was the wife and child. He didn’t want to get married or have children, neither thing were something a gay person in Korea could have. He had never considered them here, even though he did love Terry.
Tilting his head back he swallowed the shot and let the glass hit the bar top. He’d already managed several shots, the person across the bar from him seemed impressed and perhaps a bit...in awe? He really wasn’t sure nor did he care, not after his fourth shot...which was three shots ago? He’d sort of lost count but he knew he was drunk and that was good.
At the same time he felt...free...like a giant weight had been removed from his shoulders. But that left him feeling rather...adrift. He had to make his own choices now, decide his own course. Did he want to follow the same course laid out for him or set a new one? That was the thing...he didn’t know. He didn’t have a clue what he wanted to do and if he went his own route would his parents support his college fees?
They were still willing to pay for university, they had said that, it was the only connection he had to them now aside from family name and blood. He’d moved all his things from their home and couldn’t see or talk to them now. It hurt - a lot. It hurt more than he’d thought it would.
It was that, and trying to think of what to do now, that had led to him sneaking out of Terry’s once the other was asleep. He didn’t power up, didn’t wander off to patrol or walk around as Venice. Nope, nothing so simple.
He had made his way to a bar, one he knew carried soju, with every intent of getting hammered before finding a way back to Terry’s and crashing in bed with the other. He’d worry about Terry finding out in the morning later, maybe. He just...needed to drown out the feelings, then try and work around the alcohol in his system to think and decide what to do now. He’d never had this freedom and he wasn’t sure what to do with it.
He’d been expected, as the oldest and the only son, to get a good job, to marry, have children, and support his parents in their old age - including letting them move in with his family if they wanted or needed. The only point he’d ever figured he’d fight them on was the wife and child. He didn’t want to get married or have children, neither thing were something a gay person in Korea could have. He had never considered them here, even though he did love Terry.
Tilting his head back he swallowed the shot and let the glass hit the bar top. He’d already managed several shots, the person across the bar from him seemed impressed and perhaps a bit...in awe? He really wasn’t sure nor did he care, not after his fourth shot...which was three shots ago? He’d sort of lost count but he knew he was drunk and that was good.
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Quinn had been spending too much time buried in paper so as a break he snagged his camera and slipped out of his empty apartment in the middle of the night. He honestly didn't realize the time when he stepped outside but the light would make the architectural features he liked to shoot really pop so rather than turn around Quinn continued on his way.
After a while of trolling the streets Quinn was ready to call it a night. It was only sheer dumb luck that he was passing by a bar and he happened to glance over and saw a figure he recognized sitting at the bar. He didn't hesitate. Quinn made his way inside, nodding to the bartender as he sat next to Seung. “Water please,” his request was followed by a thanks and cash when he was handed a bottle of water.
“Hey Seung.” He glanced around before adding, “where is Terry?” He figured his friend would be here with his boyfriend… especially if he was drinking. Seung was a social drinker, at least as far as Quinn understood. For him to be here alone, it meant something was wrong. A slight frown crossed Quinn’s face as he tried to remember something he had briefly heard in passing in the library the other day. Something had made him think of Seung and it wasn't good but he just couldn't place it.
After a while of trolling the streets Quinn was ready to call it a night. It was only sheer dumb luck that he was passing by a bar and he happened to glance over and saw a figure he recognized sitting at the bar. He didn't hesitate. Quinn made his way inside, nodding to the bartender as he sat next to Seung. “Water please,” his request was followed by a thanks and cash when he was handed a bottle of water.
“Hey Seung.” He glanced around before adding, “where is Terry?” He figured his friend would be here with his boyfriend… especially if he was drinking. Seung was a social drinker, at least as far as Quinn understood. For him to be here alone, it meant something was wrong. A slight frown crossed Quinn’s face as he tried to remember something he had briefly heard in passing in the library the other day. Something had made him think of Seung and it wasn't good but he just couldn't place it.
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“Home, sleeping. Left him there, didn’t want to wake him - needed time to think…” And he didn’t want to burden the other. Wasn’t that always how it went for him? Not wanting to burden others, not wanting people to worry about him or spend too much time on him? He tried his best to keep others from such things. He was working on standing on his own two feet, going out and doing more, even when it involved going to the fall fair and fighting off bats. He still had the bite marks from the attacks of that night.
Those marks were, thankfully, covered up by his clothing but they stood out against his fair skin. They were fading but it was taking time. He still didn’t know how he’d managed to get himself to class on Tuesday when the sun had been far too bright and he’d been so tired - and cold. He hadn’t wanted to go to his classes, but he’d forced himself to, and he’d had to deal with her - again. He’d had to face his parents that night when he’d been so...worn out. He was better now, back to normal, but he’d found that not even a trip to a small clinic would help with his flagging energy.
The mark in his hand was mostly faded, something make up easily covered when around Terry, he still didn’t know what had happened that night. Why had the bats behaved like that and was that size even normal? It certainly didn’t seem like it, though he could be wrong.
“Have a lot on my mind.” He answered while pouring himself another shot to knock back. The water colored liquid going down easily, he was used to this. He drank socially, normally, but tonight he was without friends, till now, and really needed to drink. This was, as he knew, not normal behavior for himself and he knew Terry wouldn’t think him out drinking. He knew the other disliked it and Terry knew he was a social drinker, tonight was just an odd night.
Those marks were, thankfully, covered up by his clothing but they stood out against his fair skin. They were fading but it was taking time. He still didn’t know how he’d managed to get himself to class on Tuesday when the sun had been far too bright and he’d been so tired - and cold. He hadn’t wanted to go to his classes, but he’d forced himself to, and he’d had to deal with her - again. He’d had to face his parents that night when he’d been so...worn out. He was better now, back to normal, but he’d found that not even a trip to a small clinic would help with his flagging energy.
The mark in his hand was mostly faded, something make up easily covered when around Terry, he still didn’t know what had happened that night. Why had the bats behaved like that and was that size even normal? It certainly didn’t seem like it, though he could be wrong.
“Have a lot on my mind.” He answered while pouring himself another shot to knock back. The water colored liquid going down easily, he was used to this. He drank socially, normally, but tonight he was without friends, till now, and really needed to drink. This was, as he knew, not normal behavior for himself and he knew Terry wouldn’t think him out drinking. He knew the other disliked it and Terry knew he was a social drinker, tonight was just an odd night.
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Quinn’s brow rose in surprise but he kept his mouth shut. It seemed his friend really was here to solo drink, definitely not something he expected. He remained silent as he watched Seung poor another shot and drinking it down. He had been in that place not too long ago, or at least it didn’t feel like it was very long ago. He knew how tempting it was to just drink until there wasn’t anything to think about. But Quinn had a feeling Seung didn’t know about the hidden pitfalls of drinking from anger and sadness.
After taking a swig of his water Quinn silently reached over and picked up the bottle of Soju, placing it on the far side of himself. “If your drinking to get drunk then I’ll give it back. If your drinking to forget then I’m sorry to say it won't work. And if you're drinking to get over something then, my friend, your SOL.” He had been staring at the wall behind the bar, studying the various bottles and liquors displayed there, but now he turned his mossy green eyes on Seung. “Believe me… if you have a issue, drinking it away won't work. I spent a long time in a bottle before I found that out. I won’t stop you if you really want to drink yourself under the table but,” The look he gave him was serious and compassionate. He knew what it was like to be in pain and taking solace in a bottle, he didn’t want to see Seung go through it. “Talk to me… Talk to Terry… Talk to someone because this,” he tapped the Soju bottle, “is only temporary.”
After taking a swig of his water Quinn silently reached over and picked up the bottle of Soju, placing it on the far side of himself. “If your drinking to get drunk then I’ll give it back. If your drinking to forget then I’m sorry to say it won't work. And if you're drinking to get over something then, my friend, your SOL.” He had been staring at the wall behind the bar, studying the various bottles and liquors displayed there, but now he turned his mossy green eyes on Seung. “Believe me… if you have a issue, drinking it away won't work. I spent a long time in a bottle before I found that out. I won’t stop you if you really want to drink yourself under the table but,” The look he gave him was serious and compassionate. He knew what it was like to be in pain and taking solace in a bottle, he didn’t want to see Seung go through it. “Talk to me… Talk to Terry… Talk to someone because this,” he tapped the Soju bottle, “is only temporary.”
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“To forget so I can think…” To clear away some things so he could figure out things...though that wasn’t likely to work as he was going to get hammered, which was the end goal really. He just wasn’t good with this sort of situation, he’d never been in this predicament. “SOL?” He asked, a term he hadn’t heard, there were still a lot of them, but he was learning them as he could. He didn’t ask random people, or classmates, but he did ask those he knew. He figured living with Terry and his family there would be more of them, over time.
“Terry knows...don’t want to burden him further.” The other knew what had happened but Terry didn’t know where he was at mentally, didn’t know what thoughts were going round and round his head. Didn’t know that he didn’t know what to do now - what path to take. Freedom wasn’t so simple, it was a lovely things but also there were thorns to this rose. “They found out - my parents. About me...and about Terry and me…” Had he ever mentioned to Quinn that his parents were clueless about him being gay? And about him and Terry? He couldn’t remember, but he might have. Did Quinn know his parents were traditional and strict in some areas, like this one and schooling? He was certain he’d mentioned that at some point, especially when talking about school and social lives when growing up.
“They threw me out….not disowned...still covering school but free now to do what I want….but can I?” They could easily cut him off, it was just one step beyond what they’d already done. He was on thin ice and he knew it. Quinn would likely get what he was saying but not saying. He was certain he’d mentioned his major to the other...and that it wasn’t his choice. It wasn’t something he really hid if a conversation came up where it was relevant. “Can’t see other family or talk to them…” His own cousin, who lived with his parents, he couldn’t talk to and his sister back in Korea. He couldn’t talk to anyone. If his parents found out they had threatened to expose his shame to everyone - figuring it would mark him in their family...a mark he could never escape or wash away.
“Terry knows...don’t want to burden him further.” The other knew what had happened but Terry didn’t know where he was at mentally, didn’t know what thoughts were going round and round his head. Didn’t know that he didn’t know what to do now - what path to take. Freedom wasn’t so simple, it was a lovely things but also there were thorns to this rose. “They found out - my parents. About me...and about Terry and me…” Had he ever mentioned to Quinn that his parents were clueless about him being gay? And about him and Terry? He couldn’t remember, but he might have. Did Quinn know his parents were traditional and strict in some areas, like this one and schooling? He was certain he’d mentioned that at some point, especially when talking about school and social lives when growing up.
“They threw me out….not disowned...still covering school but free now to do what I want….but can I?” They could easily cut him off, it was just one step beyond what they’d already done. He was on thin ice and he knew it. Quinn would likely get what he was saying but not saying. He was certain he’d mentioned his major to the other...and that it wasn’t his choice. It wasn’t something he really hid if a conversation came up where it was relevant. “Can’t see other family or talk to them…” His own cousin, who lived with his parents, he couldn’t talk to and his sister back in Korea. He couldn’t talk to anyone. If his parents found out they had threatened to expose his shame to everyone - figuring it would mark him in their family...a mark he could never escape or wash away.
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Quinn chuckled softly, the laugh lacking any hint of amusement since he knew just what Seung meant. “I'm sorry to inform you that getting drunk doesn't help any. I've tried.” He mostly tried to just plain forget but he realized that drinking didn't help that, it made it worse. He brooded on it, unable to move from it. Quinn wasn't sure if Seung would have the same issue but it wasn't really worth the risk as far as the young man was concerned. “s**t out of luck. It's a acronym. Like WTF or ATF or USA for that matter.” He took another swig of his water, surprised by just how many acronyms had worked their way into the American lexicon. Like everyone knew FBI is one but no one really ever thought about it that way.
He let the whole ‘burding Terry’ thing alone since Quinn totally understood that sentiment, even if right now it didn’t seem like the brightest idea. Especially if the issue was currently driving Seung to drink, which it seemed it was doing. He let Seung just gloss that over and get to the reason he didn’t want to ‘burden Terry’. At first Quinn thought the younger man ment his parents found out about his extracurricular activities but the more Seung talked, the more he explained the clearer he became. Rather than voice the disgust and anger over how he had been treated all Quinn did was poor Sung another shot and kept himself in check. It's not like the other guy was that drunk yet, not if he was this coherent. He waited until he just petered out, now would be the time to speak. To reassure him that everything would be ok but what did one say? What could one say.
Biding his time to at least come up with something more than a few choice words regarding Seung’s parents Quinn finished off his water and bought another one. It probably would have been cheaper to just buy a drink but he wasn’t touching the stuff anymore. He didn’t want to go down that particular rabbit hole. As he sipped his second bottle something clicked in his head.
That conversation from the library… Two girls talking about some ‘cute korean kid with the hot boyfriend’ had been outed by some psycho b***h in his class and how she got dragged out of the building by security screaming something about ‘how they were meant to be’ and ‘now they could be together’ or some such s**t. He had dismissed it as gossop, besides he was late on a paper so he was focused on that and completely forgot about it until now. This time he cursed, a quiet, poison filled, ‘s**t’.
After taking a bit longer to get control Quinn finally spoke, it might not be the most eloquent or appropriate but it was what he felt in his heart. “******** your parents! If they can’t accept you for you then they sure as s**t don’t deserve you. ******** and the horse they rode in on.” He most definitely would be calling Terry after this. “Where are you staying? I’ve got the room if you need it.” Hell if he explained the situation to his folks Quinn wouldn’t be surprised if they up and adopted Seung… they had a tendency to take in strays or at least it felt that way to Quinn sometimes.
He let the whole ‘burding Terry’ thing alone since Quinn totally understood that sentiment, even if right now it didn’t seem like the brightest idea. Especially if the issue was currently driving Seung to drink, which it seemed it was doing. He let Seung just gloss that over and get to the reason he didn’t want to ‘burden Terry’. At first Quinn thought the younger man ment his parents found out about his extracurricular activities but the more Seung talked, the more he explained the clearer he became. Rather than voice the disgust and anger over how he had been treated all Quinn did was poor Sung another shot and kept himself in check. It's not like the other guy was that drunk yet, not if he was this coherent. He waited until he just petered out, now would be the time to speak. To reassure him that everything would be ok but what did one say? What could one say.
Biding his time to at least come up with something more than a few choice words regarding Seung’s parents Quinn finished off his water and bought another one. It probably would have been cheaper to just buy a drink but he wasn’t touching the stuff anymore. He didn’t want to go down that particular rabbit hole. As he sipped his second bottle something clicked in his head.
That conversation from the library… Two girls talking about some ‘cute korean kid with the hot boyfriend’ had been outed by some psycho b***h in his class and how she got dragged out of the building by security screaming something about ‘how they were meant to be’ and ‘now they could be together’ or some such s**t. He had dismissed it as gossop, besides he was late on a paper so he was focused on that and completely forgot about it until now. This time he cursed, a quiet, poison filled, ‘s**t’.
After taking a bit longer to get control Quinn finally spoke, it might not be the most eloquent or appropriate but it was what he felt in his heart. “******** your parents! If they can’t accept you for you then they sure as s**t don’t deserve you. ******** and the horse they rode in on.” He most definitely would be calling Terry after this. “Where are you staying? I’ve got the room if you need it.” Hell if he explained the situation to his folks Quinn wouldn’t be surprised if they up and adopted Seung… they had a tendency to take in strays or at least it felt that way to Quinn sometimes.
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Getting drunk might not help but it could let him forget for a little while, and that counted for something right now. He needed to forget and focus, though focusing was becoming really hard right now. If Quinn hadn’t noticed his slurred words that was a good thing. But as the other explained acronyms he nodded his head sort of. He sort of understood what was being said...kinda...a little bit. He’d ask him again later about them, when he was sober.
Taking the offered shot he was slower in gulping it down, and letting the glass almost slip from his fingers as he put it onto the bar top. He really couldn’t believe his parents had found out about him and Terry, and about him. He’d tried so hard to hide it. He’d always tried to hide his preference from his parents, and anyone else in his family, and it was now out there and it wasn’t because of a slip up he’d made...or well perhaps it was. But he was supposed to act like he was dating Terry - since they were dating! Why should he have to hide it, at least when his family wasn’t around?
Turning his head to the other, hearing Quinn curse, he blinked at him. Curious why the other was cursing he didn’t have long to wait before the other seemed to explode. Listening to the other he shook his head, groaning when he did. Already he was finding himself dizzy as his drinks hit him finally. “N-no living with ‘im.” Terry had moved him in and the others parents accepted him, which was good - so good.
“Traditional...not horse.” He said though he really didn’t understand the others comment about a horse but his parents were traditional and the other needed to know that, needed to know it was expected of them.
Taking the offered shot he was slower in gulping it down, and letting the glass almost slip from his fingers as he put it onto the bar top. He really couldn’t believe his parents had found out about him and Terry, and about him. He’d tried so hard to hide it. He’d always tried to hide his preference from his parents, and anyone else in his family, and it was now out there and it wasn’t because of a slip up he’d made...or well perhaps it was. But he was supposed to act like he was dating Terry - since they were dating! Why should he have to hide it, at least when his family wasn’t around?
Turning his head to the other, hearing Quinn curse, he blinked at him. Curious why the other was cursing he didn’t have long to wait before the other seemed to explode. Listening to the other he shook his head, groaning when he did. Already he was finding himself dizzy as his drinks hit him finally. “N-no living with ‘im.” Terry had moved him in and the others parents accepted him, which was good - so good.
“Traditional...not horse.” He said though he really didn’t understand the others comment about a horse but his parents were traditional and the other needed to know that, needed to know it was expected of them.
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Quinn might not have been the brightest in the world but even he could see that finally the Soju was taking effect on his friend. Definitely time to call it quits on the drinking. With a sigh Quinn closed the bottles back up, both his water and the alcohol, and turned to Seung. “Well that's something at least. Come on man, let's head back to my place. I can’t leave my cat alone for too long… she will get into the dishes.” It wouldn’t have been the first time he found his cat in his kitchen cabinets. “Or the fridge. That is a mess I would like to avoid.”
He needed to give Terry a call in the morning, get the full story because Quinn figured there was more going on here then just Seung’s folks being dicks. Seriously how could anyone kick out their own kid. And for something as stupid as liking the same gender! It was like kicking them out for being the wrong political party or having the wrong hair cut. It was stupid and it was the twenty first century, Seung could love whoever he damn well wanted too. He could marry a freaking TV if he wanted to… Quinn was pretty sure someone did that. What was so wrong with dating another guy? It wasn’t like Terry was a bad guy. He was pretty damn cool and anyone would be proud to have him dating their son!
Quinn mentally paused and took stock, realized he was being rather irrational. It wasn’t like Seung was his kid. Or Terry. And other than the fact that both were his friends and brother’s in arms, he didn’t know enough about the whole thing to build a full picture of what was going on. It still sucked a** and no way was Quinn going to just sit back and not try to help but first was getting Seung into a bed where he could sleep it off. Then a call to Terry. Everything after that would have to wait.
He needed to give Terry a call in the morning, get the full story because Quinn figured there was more going on here then just Seung’s folks being dicks. Seriously how could anyone kick out their own kid. And for something as stupid as liking the same gender! It was like kicking them out for being the wrong political party or having the wrong hair cut. It was stupid and it was the twenty first century, Seung could love whoever he damn well wanted too. He could marry a freaking TV if he wanted to… Quinn was pretty sure someone did that. What was so wrong with dating another guy? It wasn’t like Terry was a bad guy. He was pretty damn cool and anyone would be proud to have him dating their son!
Quinn mentally paused and took stock, realized he was being rather irrational. It wasn’t like Seung was his kid. Or Terry. And other than the fact that both were his friends and brother’s in arms, he didn’t know enough about the whole thing to build a full picture of what was going on. It still sucked a** and no way was Quinn going to just sit back and not try to help but first was getting Seung into a bed where he could sleep it off. Then a call to Terry. Everything after that would have to wait.
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A cat...in the fridge? He had said that - right? How did a person's cat get itself into the fridge? How did a cat open a fridge even. It seemed the other, as far as he could gather, was putting an end to his drinking. Blinking a few times he went to find someone to hand his shot glass to, empty, and finally a bar tender took it and went to put it somewhere...a sink.
Slowly, very slowly, he got up and went to move before grabbing for the other. His legs a bit wobbly at first but he did manage to get them under some manner of control. “Live close?” He asked staring at the other with rather bright eyes, as he slowly reached out and poked the other in the shoulder and laughed as he did so.
He would, once sober and dealing with just a hangover, tell Quinn whatever he wanted to know...answer whatever questions the other had for him. But right now he didn’t know where he was going...the others place maybe? If Quinn would let him. “Dun want Terry knowing...doesn’t like the Sojuuuu.” And a yelp came from him as he smacked his foot into a chair as he was trying to walk. Mumbling a delayed, very delayed, ouch.
Slowly, very slowly, he got up and went to move before grabbing for the other. His legs a bit wobbly at first but he did manage to get them under some manner of control. “Live close?” He asked staring at the other with rather bright eyes, as he slowly reached out and poked the other in the shoulder and laughed as he did so.
He would, once sober and dealing with just a hangover, tell Quinn whatever he wanted to know...answer whatever questions the other had for him. But right now he didn’t know where he was going...the others place maybe? If Quinn would let him. “Dun want Terry knowing...doesn’t like the Sojuuuu.” And a yelp came from him as he smacked his foot into a chair as he was trying to walk. Mumbling a delayed, very delayed, ouch.
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Quinn helped Seung maneuver his way out the bar. Doing his best to keep the young man on track without falling or running into anything major, just a chair. “Close enough,” he had signaled for a cab before they had even gotten up from the bar because even though he lived just a few blocks away he really didn't want to take that walk with a drunk buddy.
By the time they made it out the door the cab was waiting for them. “Promise I won't tell him you were drinking Soju,” he said as he helped get him in the cab. That didn't mean he wouldn't be informing the Saturn knight about the drinking, just that Seung was drinking Soju. Luckily the ride was a short one and he gave the cabby a serious tip since the guy helped him get Seung in. It took a bit longer to get the pull out couch situated but not by much, by the time Seung was passed out on the couch Quinn was more than ready for his own bed. “Sleep tight buddy,” he said quietly as he pulled the sheet over his drunk friend. “Isis come on. Leave him alone.” His curious cat left off sniffing the stranger to follow Quinn to bed, besides she could always go back down to check him out later.
By the time they made it out the door the cab was waiting for them. “Promise I won't tell him you were drinking Soju,” he said as he helped get him in the cab. That didn't mean he wouldn't be informing the Saturn knight about the drinking, just that Seung was drinking Soju. Luckily the ride was a short one and he gave the cabby a serious tip since the guy helped him get Seung in. It took a bit longer to get the pull out couch situated but not by much, by the time Seung was passed out on the couch Quinn was more than ready for his own bed. “Sleep tight buddy,” he said quietly as he pulled the sheet over his drunk friend. “Isis come on. Leave him alone.” His curious cat left off sniffing the stranger to follow Quinn to bed, besides she could always go back down to check him out later.
