Eliot leaned back in the sofa, tilting his head side to side to stretch out his neck. He looked at his nails from a distance, admiring how they weren't old and crusty anymore, and back to they're long, shiny selves. He glanced longingly towards the bar and sighed, wishing that he had a drink right then. He had kicked his drinking problem while ruling Fillory, but since they couldn't get back there quite yet, Eliot was feeling the urge to binge on alcohol. He leaned against the arm of the couch, his elbow squished into the cushion while his head rested on his hand. It had already been a very, very long day.<br/><br/>He thought of what had just happened up in Quentin's room. No doubt, Q was just high, drunk, and sore from Alice's rejection, and was probably using Eliot as a rebound. But after what had happened with the king of Loria, he wasn't sure he was ready for any relationship. Sure, it had been a crush, a fling, but when the king had decided that their marriage was pointless, it kind of stung El. He hadn't really had a male companion since, and maybe starting with someone he had genuine feelings for wasn't the best idea.<br/><br/>Eliot looked up as Margo came down the stairs, glorious in her trendy clothes and tall stilettos. She was definitely fit for earth's fashion, not that she hadn't rocked Fillory clothes as well. Besides, she still had a beautifully ornate eye piece that made her stand out even more than she already did. She was a beautiful woman, Eliot's best friend, though she did have horrible timing.<br/><br/>____________<br/><br/>Julia was sitting on the opposite end of the couch from Eliot, perched on the arm with her hands crossed in her lap. She looked up at Margo coming down the stairs and smiled. Margo had grown in her time in Fillory, she was no longer the heartless bitch Julia had taken her for prior. She was stronger, wiser, and she had a kindness that peeked through every now and then, one she had only shown towards Eliot before. She was a great High Queen.