"Clubs could be fun," he says, watching his drink get blended.

"They're obviously willing to riff off of actual places, times, and cultures," he points out, gesturing to the space around them. "Sooooo... I could go for like. A fun take on the Shi'ar empire. They don't know much about house or trap but I'm basically a God to those people," he shrugs.

It's a very big Julius the clerk hands him and Quentin's eyes light up as that first sip hits him with delicious nostalgia.