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Quentin and Effy | Backdated to 12/17/15
Quentin and Effy discuss Cersei over exams.
Quentin grimaced at the book he'd been studying for his last final. Honestly, he was majoring in Engineering. You'd think that Freshman English would have been waived, but noooooo.
Enough studying, he decided, casting his mind out to seek out something more interesting. Unsurprisingly, Effy's thoughts were loud and clear as usual, and apparently, she wasn't much enjoying the exam she was taking.
"Wow, your mastery of unusual swear words continues to amaze me. Also, the answer is C," he supplied, leaning back in his desk chair to put his feet on his desk.
Effy, who was in the middle of perhaps her least favorite French test to date, couldn't help but roll her eyes. Tais-toi idiot, she responded, before glancing at his own frustrations. Your English is atrocious, by the way.
Quentin tsked. "Now, is that any way to talk to someone who can call up the answers to your test on his computer? I don't think so. Besides, I'm an American. My English is supposed to be atrocious."
Also, Effy continued on, multitasking her task and his thoughts, ignoring him per usual, Who is this Cersei?
"What, you don't even know your classmates?" Quentin mocked rather than answer directly. "Hot blonde girl. Wears a lot of red." He grabbed his tablet off the desk and typed in her next question. "That's not what that means, by the way."
Perhaps if someone wasn't distracting me... Effy responded with venom, furiously crossing out the phrase and correctly re-writing it. I know who Cersei, I mean who is she to you.
Quentin smirked. "New business acquaintance. Why, jealous?"
You wish, Quire, Effy responded. Her eyes would get stuck if she kept rolling them with such frequency, or so her teachers used to tell her. Hard to imagine you doing much business with her, other than your pathetic hopes for... business.
"Way to boost a guy's confidence, Stonem," Quentin countered. Ignoring the references to his sex life, he smirked. "Besides, you'd be wrong. Ever hear of some place called the Hellfire Club?"
Like your confidence needs more boosting, Effy scoffed. Then, she took a moment to correctly answer the next question. It wasn't like she wasn't still going to finish with plenty of time, even with this conversation. Vaguely.
"Went for dinner there. Interesting place." Quentin shared a mental image of the private dining room, over the top decor, and apparent disregard for IDing before serving alcohol. "Keep getting the feeling there's more to it than some rich assholes' playroom, though. Keep your 'ears' open?" Which, yeah, for Effy? Shouldn't be a problem.
Always do, Effy responded with an eye roll. Christ Quentin, really. Re-focusing on her test, Effy answered two questions in quick succession. The idiocy of her classmates continued to astound her.
"I know the feeling," Quentin countered, answering her final thought. The idiocity of 99% of the human race had been confirmed once he saw what was inside their heads. He smirked. "But hey. At least they're that much easier to manipulate?
Small minds for small amusement... Effy commented. Fuck she wanted a fag. And a shag.
Jesus, she was Dr. fucking Seuss today.
"I would not, could not on a desk," Quentin ad-libbed, smirking. "Finish your stupid exam and we can do both. Or not, more likely, but whatever. He'd be for it.
Of course you would be for it, Effy responded, rolling her eyes again but filling in the rest of the test as she did so. No reason to waste any more time on it, after all, even though Quentin's desire for a lay almost made her want to continue taking longer.
Almost.
But Effy's desire for at the very least a fag, if not something harder, pushed her to finish off her answers.
Quentin fiddled with his pen as he "listened" to Effy's exam-taking with limited interest, picking up bits and pieces of French for future meetings with Cersei. "Y'know..." he observed after a few moments' reflection, "nearly everyone who comes to mind when Cersei thinks of the Hellfire Club has mental shielding. Even the non-psis." Could've been coincidence, but he doubted it.
Shocking...members of an exclusive organization doesn't want their secrets out there... Effy retorted sarcastically, standing to turn in her exam. She was so fucking over this term.
"Yeeaaah, but it sounds like Cersei's offering a place. I want all the info I can get in advance." Quentin got to his feet, abandoning any pretense that he was going back to studying.
To you? In the Hellfire Club? Effy asked, unable to keep the incredulousness out of her voice. The minute she got far enough from the classroom she pulled out a fag and lighter from her pants. She'd sooner sleep with you. You're playing with fire there, Quire.
"Yeah, I know. But I've got the edge on her. She can't figure me out, an I've got an inside track on her." Not as much of one as he'd have liked - hence the request for help - but still. Quentin headed out of his room and downstairs, on an intercept course.
You think you've got the edge, Effy retorted, going outside to lean on an exterior wall. She knew Quentin would find her. Girls like her don't give guys like you an edge.
"Tell me something I don't know." Quentin made a face as he caught up with her, then smirked. "On the flipside? Girls like her don't normally have to deal with guys like me who can read their minds."
"My point still stands," Effy greeted him with a stream of thick smoke. "I'd be wary."
"Being wary." At least some. Because honestly, he could handle Cersei. Right? He held out his hand for her to share the cigarette. "So, are you going to help me out here? Or just sit back and enjoy the show?"
Begrudgingly, Effy dug a cig out of her pants along with her lighter and tossed it at him. "Knock yourself out."
"I meant with Cersei and the Hellfire Club." Quentin rolled his eyes but caught the cigarette and lighter, then smirked. "I'll help you out with that other problem you were referring to." Not that she ever took him up on that offer, but whatever. It still had to be made.
Effy didn't even bothering giving him a verbal response to that one. "I already told you I'd keep an open mind...what more are you looking for?"
"Anything you might have already picked up." Quentin lit the cigarette, took a long drag, and exhaled slowly. "You pick up more than I do." Granted, only because her shields were crap, but still. Whatever the reason, it was true.
"Lucky me," Effy retorted with a trace of bitterness underlying it. Maybe she should shag him, if only to get him to shut the fuck up. "Of course, there's everything all of the media outlets of Europe has on the Lannisters."
"Because, y'know, I spend a fuckload of time monitoring the media outlets of Europe." Obviously. Because he normally gave a damn about what rich assholes were doing on the other side of the Atlantic.
"It's not my fault you're not wordly," Effy responded with an eyeroll. She took another long drag. Fuck, where was Sirius or Harry when you needed them. "Plus now you're in bed with those arses. Better to do your research, don't you think?"
Quentin rolled his eyes and took another drag off his cigarette, not even bothering to dignify that with a comment. "What do you want with Sirius or Harry?" he asked instead.
"Drugs. Other things that are...too mature for my current audience," Effy told him straight up, crinkling her nose at him slightly.
"Hey, I'm just as old as you are." Or at least, he was pretty sure he was - he suddenly realized he had no idea how old Effy was. "Besides," he smirked, "my lab partner is a total moron, but he spends most off Biology thinking about what he's going to do after class. I know where he gets his."
Effy smirked. "And here I thought you'd never be useful. Tell you what, if you get me drugs...I'll get you something you want."
Well, that was intriguing. Quentin's eyebrows rose as he took another drag off his cigarette. "For example?"
"Information. Sex." Effy shrugged, figuring those would be highest on his list. Plus she never said the sex would be with her. "Discouraging Becky. Really Quire, I am an untapped resource."
"I can handle Becky," Quentin said absently as he considered the other possibilities. Yeeaah, not passing this up, thanks. He'd be an idiot to, considering it wasn't going to take more than a minute to pick the guy in his lab's brain, and not much more to convince whoever he bought from that he was a regular. "All right, Eff. You're on."
Effy smirked. She could get her own drugs, but honestly it was so much easier to keep getting others to supply them for her. "And they better not be shit. That would be cheating, and I wouldn't fuck a cheat."
"Only the best," he promised. And meant it. He didn't seriously believe she was going to have sex with him (not that he'd turn her down, but yeah, been there, heard that). On the other hand, if he was getting drugs for her, odds were good he was going to try at least some of them. No point in getting crap.
Promise. He showed promise. For what exactly, well Effy wasn't a fucking fortune teller now, was she? "Perhaps there's use for you yet."
Quentin grimaced at the book he'd been studying for his last final. Honestly, he was majoring in Engineering. You'd think that Freshman English would have been waived, but noooooo.
Enough studying, he decided, casting his mind out to seek out something more interesting. Unsurprisingly, Effy's thoughts were loud and clear as usual, and apparently, she wasn't much enjoying the exam she was taking.
"Wow, your mastery of unusual swear words continues to amaze me. Also, the answer is C," he supplied, leaning back in his desk chair to put his feet on his desk.
Effy, who was in the middle of perhaps her least favorite French test to date, couldn't help but roll her eyes. Tais-toi idiot, she responded, before glancing at his own frustrations. Your English is atrocious, by the way.
Quentin tsked. "Now, is that any way to talk to someone who can call up the answers to your test on his computer? I don't think so. Besides, I'm an American. My English is supposed to be atrocious."
Also, Effy continued on, multitasking her task and his thoughts, ignoring him per usual, Who is this Cersei?
"What, you don't even know your classmates?" Quentin mocked rather than answer directly. "Hot blonde girl. Wears a lot of red." He grabbed his tablet off the desk and typed in her next question. "That's not what that means, by the way."
Perhaps if someone wasn't distracting me... Effy responded with venom, furiously crossing out the phrase and correctly re-writing it. I know who Cersei, I mean who is she to you.
Quentin smirked. "New business acquaintance. Why, jealous?"
You wish, Quire, Effy responded. Her eyes would get stuck if she kept rolling them with such frequency, or so her teachers used to tell her. Hard to imagine you doing much business with her, other than your pathetic hopes for... business.
"Way to boost a guy's confidence, Stonem," Quentin countered. Ignoring the references to his sex life, he smirked. "Besides, you'd be wrong. Ever hear of some place called the Hellfire Club?"
Like your confidence needs more boosting, Effy scoffed. Then, she took a moment to correctly answer the next question. It wasn't like she wasn't still going to finish with plenty of time, even with this conversation. Vaguely.
"Went for dinner there. Interesting place." Quentin shared a mental image of the private dining room, over the top decor, and apparent disregard for IDing before serving alcohol. "Keep getting the feeling there's more to it than some rich assholes' playroom, though. Keep your 'ears' open?" Which, yeah, for Effy? Shouldn't be a problem.
Always do, Effy responded with an eye roll. Christ Quentin, really. Re-focusing on her test, Effy answered two questions in quick succession. The idiocy of her classmates continued to astound her.
"I know the feeling," Quentin countered, answering her final thought. The idiocity of 99% of the human race had been confirmed once he saw what was inside their heads. He smirked. "But hey. At least they're that much easier to manipulate?
Small minds for small amusement... Effy commented. Fuck she wanted a fag. And a shag.
Jesus, she was Dr. fucking Seuss today.
"I would not, could not on a desk," Quentin ad-libbed, smirking. "Finish your stupid exam and we can do both. Or not, more likely, but whatever. He'd be for it.
Of course you would be for it, Effy responded, rolling her eyes again but filling in the rest of the test as she did so. No reason to waste any more time on it, after all, even though Quentin's desire for a lay almost made her want to continue taking longer.
Almost.
But Effy's desire for at the very least a fag, if not something harder, pushed her to finish off her answers.
Quentin fiddled with his pen as he "listened" to Effy's exam-taking with limited interest, picking up bits and pieces of French for future meetings with Cersei. "Y'know..." he observed after a few moments' reflection, "nearly everyone who comes to mind when Cersei thinks of the Hellfire Club has mental shielding. Even the non-psis." Could've been coincidence, but he doubted it.
Shocking...members of an exclusive organization doesn't want their secrets out there... Effy retorted sarcastically, standing to turn in her exam. She was so fucking over this term.
"Yeeaaah, but it sounds like Cersei's offering a place. I want all the info I can get in advance." Quentin got to his feet, abandoning any pretense that he was going back to studying.
To you? In the Hellfire Club? Effy asked, unable to keep the incredulousness out of her voice. The minute she got far enough from the classroom she pulled out a fag and lighter from her pants. She'd sooner sleep with you. You're playing with fire there, Quire.
"Yeah, I know. But I've got the edge on her. She can't figure me out, an I've got an inside track on her." Not as much of one as he'd have liked - hence the request for help - but still. Quentin headed out of his room and downstairs, on an intercept course.
You think you've got the edge, Effy retorted, going outside to lean on an exterior wall. She knew Quentin would find her. Girls like her don't give guys like you an edge.
"Tell me something I don't know." Quentin made a face as he caught up with her, then smirked. "On the flipside? Girls like her don't normally have to deal with guys like me who can read their minds."
"My point still stands," Effy greeted him with a stream of thick smoke. "I'd be wary."
"Being wary." At least some. Because honestly, he could handle Cersei. Right? He held out his hand for her to share the cigarette. "So, are you going to help me out here? Or just sit back and enjoy the show?"
Begrudgingly, Effy dug a cig out of her pants along with her lighter and tossed it at him. "Knock yourself out."
"I meant with Cersei and the Hellfire Club." Quentin rolled his eyes but caught the cigarette and lighter, then smirked. "I'll help you out with that other problem you were referring to." Not that she ever took him up on that offer, but whatever. It still had to be made.
Effy didn't even bothering giving him a verbal response to that one. "I already told you I'd keep an open mind...what more are you looking for?"
"Anything you might have already picked up." Quentin lit the cigarette, took a long drag, and exhaled slowly. "You pick up more than I do." Granted, only because her shields were crap, but still. Whatever the reason, it was true.
"Lucky me," Effy retorted with a trace of bitterness underlying it. Maybe she should shag him, if only to get him to shut the fuck up. "Of course, there's everything all of the media outlets of Europe has on the Lannisters."
"Because, y'know, I spend a fuckload of time monitoring the media outlets of Europe." Obviously. Because he normally gave a damn about what rich assholes were doing on the other side of the Atlantic.
"It's not my fault you're not wordly," Effy responded with an eyeroll. She took another long drag. Fuck, where was Sirius or Harry when you needed them. "Plus now you're in bed with those arses. Better to do your research, don't you think?"
Quentin rolled his eyes and took another drag off his cigarette, not even bothering to dignify that with a comment. "What do you want with Sirius or Harry?" he asked instead.
"Drugs. Other things that are...too mature for my current audience," Effy told him straight up, crinkling her nose at him slightly.
"Hey, I'm just as old as you are." Or at least, he was pretty sure he was - he suddenly realized he had no idea how old Effy was. "Besides," he smirked, "my lab partner is a total moron, but he spends most off Biology thinking about what he's going to do after class. I know where he gets his."
Effy smirked. "And here I thought you'd never be useful. Tell you what, if you get me drugs...I'll get you something you want."
Well, that was intriguing. Quentin's eyebrows rose as he took another drag off his cigarette. "For example?"
"Information. Sex." Effy shrugged, figuring those would be highest on his list. Plus she never said the sex would be with her. "Discouraging Becky. Really Quire, I am an untapped resource."
"I can handle Becky," Quentin said absently as he considered the other possibilities. Yeeaah, not passing this up, thanks. He'd be an idiot to, considering it wasn't going to take more than a minute to pick the guy in his lab's brain, and not much more to convince whoever he bought from that he was a regular. "All right, Eff. You're on."
Effy smirked. She could get her own drugs, but honestly it was so much easier to keep getting others to supply them for her. "And they better not be shit. That would be cheating, and I wouldn't fuck a cheat."
"Only the best," he promised. And meant it. He didn't seriously believe she was going to have sex with him (not that he'd turn her down, but yeah, been there, heard that). On the other hand, if he was getting drugs for her, odds were good he was going to try at least some of them. No point in getting crap.
Promise. He showed promise. For what exactly, well Effy wasn't a fucking fortune teller now, was she? "Perhaps there's use for you yet."