Q (Continued from 7/16/2014 meeting in cafe)

[goodfellow]

Q covered Rob's hand with his own, guiding it higher and then turning away. With his attention focused back out the window, it was hard to believe he'd said anything at all. Q was so terribly good at appearing disinterested and calm.

It was, actually, terribly impressive how Quentin pretended not to care as with that encouragement Robin slid his hand higher. Determined to get some reaction out of him, he began to very lightly massage his groin, and then leaned in and whispered into his ear, "I'm going to make you forget your own name. More than once. I'd start now if this were a longer trip."

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[quartermaster_q]

Q couldn't help himself, he cracked a small smile at that, turning to look at Rob and then leaning in and kissing his cheek lightly.

"No rush," he assured him.

He quite enjoyed Rob, if he was honest. Generally, Q gravitated to older men, but for all Rob looked relatively close in age to himself, he had an air about him that made him seem somewhat mature- Or, at the very least, worldly. Q was drawn to that, and his lips roamed lower to his jaw and then his neck as he continued to shower the other man with a small show of affection.

[goodfellow]

Robin found that he liked Quentin as well. He was uncomplicated and undemanding, and yet there was clearly something hidden beneath the surface that Robin hadn't managed to suss out yet. Which was enough to keep him interested.

He continued to rub him lightly over his trousers as well, until he felt the taxi come to a halt. "Damn," he said quietly, and then pulled away, and pulled out his wallet to pay the driver and provide him with a generous tip.

[quartermaster_q]

Slipping out of the cab, Q put his bag over his shoulder and looked around- tensing when he thought he saw a familiar face. ...No, he must have been wrong, because at a second glance, no one was there. Just shadows.

Shaking it off, he turned his attention to Rob.

"What are we eating then? I've never been here before."

[goodfellow]

Charlotte Street was lively this time of night, and a well-dressed intoxicated couple nearly bumped into them as they got out of the taxi. Robin put a hand at the small of Quentin's back.

"Southeast Asian," Robin said, leading him inside what appeared to be a rambling four story Fitzrovia townhouse. "A taste of 1930s Saigon." Which was one of the reasons Robin liked it. He'd spent some time there in just that time period.

Inside it was all bamboo, tobacco-washed walls, dark wooden blinds, peppered with intimate nooks and crannies. The hostess was a beautiful woman in a tight, black dress, and when Robin spoke to her in Vietnamese she led them to a small, private room. Typically held for small parties of perhaps ten people, but they'd put in a smaller table.

"I'm not just showing off," Robin said with a grin as he pulled a seat out of Quentin. "They were very booked up for the evening."

[quartermaster_q]

"What makes you think I don't want you to show off?" Q replied, thanking him as he took his seat and glanced around at the decor.

He made no move to pick up the menu though- This was as much a challenge as it was a game to the young quartermaster. He'd given Rob full control of the evening, and he was perfectly content to see how far the other man would take it. Outside of code and computers, one of Q's most favourite things was seeing what made people tick. To see what they would do in certain situations.

[goodfellow]

Robin didn't look at the menu either, but when a waiter came in promptly, Robin said, "A tasting of your Japanese whiskeys, please."

"All of them, sir?" the waiter asked.

Robin laughed. "No, not to start. Let's say a dozen of whatever the bartender thinks are the best. And the grilled prawns, to start."

When the waiter was gone, Robin looked at Quentin and said, "The best selection of Japanese whiskey in the city." He had every intention of ordering from them, and would remember Quentin's advisory of no pork or red meat.

[quartermaster_q]

"Mmm, you're quite the drinker aren't you?" Q noted- observing, but not judging. "Yet I don't believe I've ever seen you drunk."

[goodfellow]

"I am a connoisseur," Robin said smoothly. "And yes, I hold my drink very, very well. Don't worry, kitten, I'll keep an eye on you. I would love you just a little drunk but not too much."

[quartermaster_q]

Crossing his legs, Q rested his elbow on the table and his chin in his palm.

"I can't recall the last time I was drunk," he admitted, glasses sliding down his nose a bit as he studied Rob. "I don't often let myself indulge."

[goodfellow]

"Oh, it's very, very good whiskey," Robin said, "so of course you will tonight." It was more a statement than a request, of course. "At least a little."

[quartermaster_q]

Q offered a wry sort of smile, nodding once and then sitting up straight again.

"So, if business has become dull, do you intend to do something else?" he asked curiously.

[goodfellow]

"Oh, maybe," Robin said, with a dismissive way of his hand before picking up the glass of water in front of him and taking a drink. "At the moment I have good enough employees that I can just let them run the place. I'm sure I'll come up with something new to entertain me."

[quartermaster_q]

Q hummed and nodded, then pulled out his phone as it let out a chirp.

"For some of us, work isn't so simple. Jobs can't be handed off," he sighed, reading the text, then frowning to himself.

"I'm sorry Rob, I need to make a quick call. I won't be a moment," he promised as he got to his feet to take the phone outside. -Even if it hadn't been sensitive, he'd never be so rude as to take a work call at a dinner table.

[goodfellow]

Robin was only a small bit annoyed by the interruption, and it mostly dissipated when the waiter came in with both the plate of small cups of whiskey, and a plate of prawns.

He helped himself during Quentin's absence.

[quartermaster_q]

Q wasn't gone too long, his irritated tone not going unnoticed by the underling who'd had the misfortune of taking his call.

He was frowning when he returned though, the dark circles under his eyes a bit more visible now somehow.

"I apologize. Minor crises at work. I believe it's being taken care of though," he said as he took one of the whiskey's and held it up in toast.

[goodfellow]

Robin toasted him with a little smile. He didn't ask about work. It didn't go unnoticed how vague Quentin was with the details of what he did. But regardless of the situation, Robin's intention was to make him loosen up, and talking about work wasn't going to help with that.

"To enjoying the evening," he said pleasantly.

[quartermaster_q]

"Yes, to enjoying the evening," Q agreed, knocking his drink back in one go.

[goodfellow]

Robin smirked as he watched him. "That's a twelve year old Yamazaki," he said, and picked up a grilled prawn which was attached to a stick.

[quartermaster_q]

"It's good. A bit rough mind... Though really, Rob. It you want me drunk, a bottle of cheep wine would do the trick," he laughed.

[goodfellow]

Robin looked insulted. As if he would even allow cheap wine in his presence.

"I want you to enjoy yourself," he said, and pushed one of the glasses towards him. "And one should enjoy a twenty-one year-old Hibiki."

[quartermaster_q]

"I think you mistake me for someone with class," Q laughed, but he took the drink anyway.

"Is this somewhere you come often?" he asked curiously.

[goodfellow]

"I do," Robin said truthfully. He didn't really cook, so he went to restaurants frequently, sometimes with company and sometimes alone. And he really did enjoy the ambiance of this place, and the whiskey.

The waiter arrived then and asked if they were ready to order food, and Robin rattled off an order: vegetable curry, seared scallops, coconut rice, blistered beans in oyster sauce.

[quartermaster_q]

Sitting silently, Q let Rob order and didn't speak until they were alone again.

"So, where will we go after dinner then? Yours, mine, somewhere new?" Q asked.

[goodfellow]

Robin knocked back the rest of the glass he'd taken for himself, and then pushed his chair back, standing up and walking over to stand behind Quentin. He put his hands on his shoulders and leaned down to murmur in his ear, "Mine. I thought maybe I'd show you my toy chest."

[quartermaster_q]

Q smiled faintly, sipping his own drink.

"I'm sure it's twice as interesting as mine," he replied, turning his head slightly to glance at Rob.