Well he knew worst things to do with a day off, most of them involving watching terrible TV, This Morning sprung to mind, so did Countdown. A trip to the pub was probably not what his bank account needed but it was something, right? His social life boiled down to work, basically, and even then he didn't like the people he worked with. It didn't take long to get down there, he only lived twenty minutes away so there was no point in wasting petrol just to nip around to the local boozer.
It wasn't so much that he didn't want to go, it was more that spending time with Alvo was hard. It was fun but only in small little doses, it was why college had always been such a headache.
Normal conversations swiftly blew up into defensive arguments. But that was an inevitability he'd long since accepted that mates were there to not only amuse you but to do your head in. And Alvo happened to excel at the negatives.
Slipping inside, he approached the table with his hands in his pockets, offering them a half smile. It was nothing person, Quinn just wasn't a smiley sort of person, it didn't really suit him. "All right then, late to the party, am I?"
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Date: 2012-03-11 01:13 am (UTC)It wasn't so much that he didn't want to go, it was more that spending time with Alvo was hard. It was fun but only in small little doses, it was why college had always been such a headache.
Normal conversations swiftly blew up into defensive arguments. But that was an inevitability he'd long since accepted that mates were there to not only amuse you but to do your head in. And Alvo happened to excel at the negatives.
Slipping inside, he approached the table with his hands in his pockets, offering them a half smile. It was nothing person, Quinn just wasn't a smiley sort of person, it didn't really suit him. "All right then, late to the party, am I?"