"Look, you were extremely drunk and hopped up on bootleg magic. The cheap, street stuff is like bottom-shelf tequila: nobody can be blamed for their actions after a few shots, worm and all." Eliot paused, quirking an eyebrow and leaning his elbows on the counter. "To be honest, boo, I didn't think you had it in you."
Rated: T - English - Humor/Drama - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,026 - Reviews: 6 - Favs: 24 - Follows: 5 - Published: 4/14/2016 - Quentin C., Elliot W. - Complete