<span style="font-family:Amaranth">Quentin sighed softly, when Eliot pushed him off his lap and stood up, acting like they hadn't just been in the middle of something. He watched as the other man brushed off his pants and then walked over to Margo. Unsure what to do, he simply sat there for a moment and watched his friend's interact, hoping that the older man would simply kick Margo out so they could continue what they had just been doing, but no luck. He watched as Eliot put out the cigarette and then walked past Margo without looking back once. <br/>
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"Thanks a lot. Don't you know how to knock? You just fucked up something that could've been good." He took a few moments to get his irritation under control and then looked over at Margo. "Did you really just barge in here to interrupt us and try to keep us from having sex? I mean, shit, you and Eliot used to be all about sex, any time. any place, anyone, and now you're getting in the way? Bullshit. What's the deal, Margo?" The brunette shoved his long hair out of his face and walked over to the other magician. <br/>
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"Are you jealous, is that what it it? You're jealous of the life that Eliot and I had in Old Fillory? You don't need to be. It happened and now it's over, and now we can continue our quest and trying to save magic."<br/>
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Margo shrugged and simply let Quentin's words roll right off her back. "You'll be fine. You and Eliot can fuck another time. Besides, the two of you still have to figure <br/>
out who the bottom is. Between the two of you, I can't decide who's more of a pussy." She laughed a moment later, and then waved off the pissed off look on his face. "Okay, I'm sorry. I'll make sure not to interrupt again when you and Eliot are about to fuck." She watched as he walked over to the door like he was about to leave, <br/>
and she blocked it with her body. <br/>
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"There's something that we need to discuss before we join the others. You need to understand something, Q. You're my friend, and I like you. I really do. Most of the time. But Eliot is my best friend. No, fuck it. He's family to me. And if this is just you trying to find yourself or if you're experimenting and using Eliot for it, then you need to fuck off. Before I do something you'll regret. If you hurt him or use him, I'll make sure that you regret it. I don't want to chose sides but if you fuck up and fuck him over, <br/>
I'll kill you."<br/>
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"It's that simple," She said and removed her arms from blocking the doorway. A few moments later, she turned around and walked off, knowing that Quentin would follow her to the others.</span>