Blaze watched the male silently, taking note of his subtle, but eratic mood changes. The way Kurt averted his eyes almost reminded him of someone. But he was too fuzzy and focussed on other things to remember who. Hazel eyes remained trained on his new friend the whole time, however, Blaze deciding that he'd picked his target for the evening.<br/><br/><span style="color: red">"I had to get some air before I could start enjoying myself. Guess that backfired, huh?"</span>he laughed airily, taking another deep drag of his cigarette to finish it off. Tossing it to the ground, he stamped it out safely before turning his attention back to Kurt. That wasn't entirely true, but he wasn't about to spill his life story on the male's lap just for the sake of conversation. Instead, Blaze's mind went in a different direction.<br/><br/>Studying the man, Blaze couldn't help but let his curiosity get the best of him. Kurt was attractive, and had an attitude that the man could appreciate. Blaze was feeling brash, and the longer they stood there, the more curious he got.<span style="color: red">"I may be overstepping my boundaries a little, but how would you feel about sharing a few beers?"</span>He figured he probably sounded desperate, but hope he just sounded drunk.<span style="color: red">"My apartment is close."</span><br/><br/>---<br/><br/>The gunshot seemed to stun Quinn a little, emerald eyes blown and darting around the room frantically. He didn't move until he was pushed out of the way, and even then, just leaned heavily against a register to gain his bearings. He looked around, pieces slowly coming together in his head. The conversation between Luther and the leader faded in and out as his thoughts straightened out, only really tuning in on<span style="font-style: italic">"...Either of you."</span><br/><br/>Quinn swallowed dryly.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: dodgerblue">"Was he talking about me?"</span></span><br/><br/>As the men vacated the store, Quinn leaned numbly against the nearest thing he could find, his knees wobbling slightly from the stress. He could see his groceries sitting in their basked on the floor, and could remember the short walk from his apartment to the store. But after that was blank, up until standing where he was and trying to get a grasp on the situation.<br/><br/>When Luther grabbed his arm, his heart jumped into his throat. He was sure he looked like a deer in headlights, but he didn't care. A panic, duller than before, began to well in his chest - he didn't remember what he did. The possibilities are endless.<span style="color: dodgerblue">"I... I don't know."</span>he mumbled quietly, pulling his arm from Luther's grip.<span style="color: dodgerblue">"Please tell me what happened."</span>