#quint.

Malia was only here because he was too lazy to carry a bottle or three of alcohol all the way back to his house. Slouched in his seat, tucked away in the corner, deliberately trying to avoid interacting with anyone. Not even offering any words to the slave running him drinks. However, he had been here long enough now that they were having a shift change. Malia hardly noticing until there was a larger shadow cast on him and he looked up with the intent to tell whoever it was to go away when he saw Quint with his refill. 

Taking the offered glass and using it as a moment to let his eyes sweep over Quint. “You look like you’ve survived, thus far.”