Drunk Bar Confessions

"Quin!" Ainsely greeted, noticing the man standing next to Geale. "I didn't see you there. Are your classes done?"

"It's just a review session," Quin replied. "And I just arrived."

"I heard you were here this morning. You're sure you still have the energy to hang out? Want me to get you your usual?"

"Sure. I'm not that old yet, you know."

"Just making sure," Ainsely grinned before turning away to prepare his drink.

"I heard you made a mess this morning," Quin told Geale. "You want to talk about it?"

"No," Geale answered, looking away. "Not with you."

"I figured. But Marnthe told me to apologize to you so, I'm sorry."

Geale frowned at him. "What are you apologizing for?"

"Upsetting you, apparently," Quin smirked.

"You're not sorry about that."

Quin grinned at him.

"Why do you hate me?"

"Why do you like Marnthe?"

"You like him?"

"I told you, I'm his former lover and we are getting back together soon."