Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-76.118.55.65-20150812045228/@comment-27235572-20150822135519

Quinn gave a little hum of acknowledgement before the irony of the statement struck her. Sure, this bigot was slightly amusing, but he still was just more focused on roasting her friend than most of the stuff she had brought up. Rather than point out the varying ages for alcohol comsumption in different areas of the continent, she thought of another tactic.

"W-Well, sir, I suppose you may be r-right, but the thing is: s-she has an invitation. I-I have an invitation. I will p-probably never know why you d-do not like my friend, but w-we have invitations. S-So, I understand that there are r-rules and all, but honestly, this is a p-party. You can't really e-expect every guest to follow all o-of them..."

Quinn had a way of saying this slowly as if he couldn't possibly comprehend what she had said if she had spoken at her normal rate of speech, but it was subtle. She didn't really expect anyone to notice it.

"N-now, I would love to t-try unspiked punch! I've n-never had it before! T-They always s-spike the punch at h-home and it's annoying. S-So, please go g-get us some, alright?" Hopefully, this would defuse the whole situation since she was certain of the duo's ability to keep throwing verbal barbs at each other.

((Ack, I hate writing her stutters: I really do. But, diplomatic Quinn isn't very diplomatic, is she? hehe))