27 A devil fell for an angel (1/2)

~ Seattle, Black Rose nightclub ~

Max found Quentin in their usual booth.

He was laughing loudly with one girl under each arm. Based on the number of empty glasses and bottles on the table, Max can see that Quentin is in here for a while. Well, it's late.

Max's anger flared at the thought how Quentin is enjoying in the company of those two women, while he ended up empty handed… because of Quentin!

”Q, we need to talk!”, Max glared at Quentin while gesturing that two girls by Quentin's side need to leave.

Quentin didn't hear from Max's tone over the phone that he was upset, and even now he didn't see him being more than grumpy. Quentin rolled his eyes at the thought that lately Max is moody. In last two weeks, instead of enjoying his time with the ladies, Max is mostly looking at their flaws. Two nights ago, they were at a party, and Max chased a girl away while sulking because she didn't understand the point of some story he was telling. Like... really? Since when is the intelligence a criterion when looking for some casual good time? Quentin wishes that his party-ready, always-happy and not-so-picky friend comes back. This one requires too much maintenance.

”M, is it urgent?”, Quentin asked meaningfully while gesturing to the two girls by his side.

Max narrowed his eyes at Quentin while thinking how he is outrageous. What kind of a friend is he? He is enjoying with two women, yet he set him up so that Liz does not even see him as a man.

”Yes, it's urgent!”, Max growled at Quentin, and then looked at two girls who by now realized that something is off. ”You two… scram if you know what is good for you!”

Girls exchanged confused glances before scooting out of the booth.

”M…”, Quentin started while sorrowfully looking after two girls. ”What happened? Did you have a bad date, and you had to ruin my night because of that?”

”A bad date? … A BAD DATE?!”, Max raised his voice. ”How can it be bad if she said that it was not a date at all?”

Quentin was confused. Why is Max acting like a woman on a period? And he does not make any sense. ”M, how about you tell me what got into you? Slowly, from the beginning.”

Five minutes later…

Quentin is holding onto his stomach and his eyes are full of tears how much he is laughing. He is unable to catch his breath.

Max's face is getting darker by the second.

”I need you to tell me, what is funny?”, Max's voice was ominous.

”M, this is the best thing I've heard in years. Maybe the best thing I've heard in my lifetime. Please, tell me again…”, Quentin said while panting.

”Which part?”, Max asked sarcastically.

”From the beginning. You spent the weekend charming her, man… and she thinks you are gay? Either your technique is completely off, or she is desperately lacking in the brain department… but wait, if she is not smart, how come you didn't get lucky with her? Is it because she is from the East Coast? Are their brains wired differently?”

Max didn't find it funny. ”I need to know what you told her when you met her.”

”When I met her?” Quentin was thinking, when did he meet with Elizabeth? Ah, he remembered... ”In the elevator?”

”Yes!”

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”Hmm… I said that I'm your friend and that you told me that your neighbor is Elizabeth. That's it. Don't tell me that it's my fault she thinks you are gay. Why would you think that?”

”Because she is confident that the two of us are…”, Max was unable to finish his sentence, so he gave eye signals to Quentin.