(Quentin is definitely not so drunk not to know what he's doing. When he's fully drunk he doesn't get horny, he gets sad, like he's been doing since coming back alone. He wallows in his pain. This is a different instinct. He's concerned if he looks up at Penny and they meet eyes the energy will disappear, same as if he talks. At least on his end, he would not say there never was a vibe for him. But that's Quentin. He has a tendency to always want what he can't have, even if it's only in curious passing.
Penny is not shy, he would stop him the moment he wants to, so Quentin isn't actually worried that he's doing something Penny doesn't want. He'd already be slapped off him if that was the case. Quentin pulls a move he's actually very good at, which is catching the zipper of Penny's pants in his teeth, lifting, and slowly unzipping it exactly this way. He knows exactly how suggestive that is. Now there's no doubting it.
He sets the glass of liquor down off his chest and slowly turns, putting the glass down, and oh so casually moving that hand up to curl his fingers in the waistband of Penny's pants. And then he waits; for a rejection, or to let him continue.)
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Penny is not shy, he would stop him the moment he wants to, so Quentin isn't actually worried that he's doing something Penny doesn't want. He'd already be slapped off him if that was the case. Quentin pulls a move he's actually very good at, which is catching the zipper of Penny's pants in his teeth, lifting, and slowly unzipping it exactly this way. He knows exactly how suggestive that is. Now there's no doubting it.
He sets the glass of liquor down off his chest and slowly turns, putting the glass down, and oh so casually moving that hand up to curl his fingers in the waistband of Penny's pants. And then he waits; for a rejection, or to let him continue.)