Q is lounging around in a vacant seat in the audience, drink in hand. He perks up a little when the star of the hour makes her way onstage. He was prepared to go back to lounging insolently when Lichfield makes that offhand comment about Capitol fashion, and well... Q can't help himself.
"As long as you promise not to sniff him," he drawls loudly from the front row.
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Date: 2013-07-21 10:14 am (UTC)"As long as you promise not to sniff him," he drawls loudly from the front row.