( for a few seconds, all penny does is lean over quentin's back, trying to recover, trying to get himself back together. but when he thinks he's got himself together, he eases himself out of quentin and then flops onto his side, stretching out and staring at the ceiling.
he really could go for a fucking cigarette, it's true. but since that's not an option, he just tosses a hand over his eyes and shakes his head. )
Then, give me another drink.
( he holds his hand out. even if alcohol had kind of motivated this whole thing, he wants something to take the edge off or...fill the awkward silence. )
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he really could go for a fucking cigarette, it's true. but since that's not an option, he just tosses a hand over his eyes and shakes his head. )
Then, give me another drink.
( he holds his hand out. even if alcohol had kind of motivated this whole thing, he wants something to take the edge off or...fill the awkward silence. )