Blaze watched the range of emotions come across Kurt's face once more. He appeared to be a deep thinker, which Blaze could appreciate. Nonetheless, he couldn't help but crack a grin when the male agreed to the plan with the condition of stronger booze.<span style="color: red">"I think that sounds lovely. My apartment is only a few blocks from here."</span><br/><br/>Without a word, he started in the direction of his apartment. It really was a short walk, and he made occasional small talk but kept it to a minimum. Once they were at his door, Blaze made the obligatory apology about the state apartment. Not that it was messy - there was the usual clutter on the tables, and the furniture was hardly meant to match. It was obviously the apartment of a single twenty-something year old. There were small hints of the male's personality here and there, like boxes of vinyls by his stereo, and a worn looking electric guitar secured to its stand in the corner.<br/><br/>After slipping his shoes off and dropping his keys in a bowl on the kitchen counter, Blaze bee-lined for the cabinets. A cheap bottle of whiskey and two shot glasses were collected before he finally found his way to the living room to plop down on the couch. The male poured a shot for each of them, and downed his own pretty easily.<br/><br/><span style="color: red">"So, I gotta ask... You're not from the states, so what brings you to a shitty town like this?"</span>In Blaze's experience, small talk was the key to getting laid, and that was definitely his goal for the evening.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>Quinn shrunk in on himself slightly when Luther started his questions. The man was definitely on the intimidating side, and the blonde hated the questions. It would have been one thing if he had an episode at home, but being in public was the worst. He didn't even have the chance to break away from the scene to call his friends for support.<br/><br/>The blonde floundered.<span style="color: dodgerblue">"It's not a head injury."</span>he started, his tone clipped and obviously uneasy. Emerald orbs glanced at the door nervously, his brain starting to race. His thoughts cascaded to the worst case scenario - having to explain to this stranger, a man of the law apparently, that he was certifiable, and that it was inevitable that he'd end up in the hospital again anyway.<br/><br/>Quinn tried to stay positive, but it was difficult.<span style="color: dodgerblue">"I... I just..."</span>he stumbled of his words, the embarrassment setting in. It was at that point the male entered the bargaining phase, as if he had already accepted his fate of getting locked up again.<span style="color: dodgerblue">"I'll explain everything, I promise, I just need to know what happened and what I should say."</span><br/><br/>Immediately Quinn realized how bad it sounded, but he knew he was in deep either way. He wanted to curl up in his bed with his pillow over his head.