Not In On The Joke || Sequel
Brian "Q" Quinn x Fem! Reader
(NOT MAKING A PART 3!!)
Summary; Q and Y/n go on a date. Sequal to Not In On The Joke.
Notes; I wrote a sequel/part II!! I figured why not, as well as the asks I've been getting.. 3rd person POV btw
Warnings; Some foul language, though not very much.
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A date.
It had been ages since Y/n has been on a date, a few years to be exact, and she was scared out of her wits.
A week ago, some random guy came up to her one day out of nowhere, flirted with her and asked for her number, as well as making her late for a meeting.
She didn't mean to be disrespectful, but man was he hot.
It was just going to be a simple café date, nothing fancy, so she got ready and put on a t-shirt and the first pair of pants she saw in her drawer, of course with a jacket and her favourite blue scarf due to the cold weather. Looks good enough, presentable.
On the other hand, Q was going way over the top, for one of the first times, he was anxious.
"What about this one?"
"Q, it's a café," Sal says, crossing his arms.
"And it's a date! What if she dressed up?" Q looks at Sal and throws his arms up.
"You know what, do what you want, I'm out," Sal says as he walks away.
Q now looks at Sal in astonishment.
"This is fine. This will be fine." He tells himself as he looks in his closet and picks his Superman t-shirt and a black sweater.
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Maybe Y/n shouldn't have been too early. She showed up 20 minutes early out of nervousness that she'd be late.
She'd already been through two cups of tea and a scone. A really big scone.
Her phone dings with a buzz. It was a text from Q.
Brian (Q): I should be there in 5 minutes ;) - 1:34 pm
Y/n lets out a deep breath, 'Finally,' she thought to herself.
Wait.
The winky face?
The fact that she started to burn up at something so small and simple made her even more embarrassed than before.
She sipped on her water and waited some more. She looked around, the ambiance of this café was mesmerising, dimly lit, some plants here and there on shelfs, and soft jazz playing. Now she knows why Brian picked this place. It was so cozy and nice in here.
"Y/n?"
She turns around to see Q standing next to the two seater round table.
She quickly gets up from her seat and puts her hand out to shake his. She had no clue what she was supposed to do.
"Brian, hello, I'm glad you were able to make it!" She says as he awkwardly looks at her hand.
The uncomfortable pause made her realize that there was no need to be professional, "Oh my goodness, I'm– I'm so sorry, Brian, I apologise for the odd professionalism," she says as she pulls him into a hug, to which he returns.
"It's alright don't worry and don't apologise sweetheart," Q says, pulling away from the hug and sitting down in the chair opposite of Y/n's.
"So.."
"Uh, how have you been? How was that meeting?" Q asked with a small smile.
Y/n smiles, "It's been alright so far, the meeting went well, I was only just a tad bit late but I wasn't chewed out for it," she laughs, "how about you, Brian?"
'Good chance to say something,' Q thinks to himself. "It's been good but it's a lot better now that I'm sitting here with you," He says with a wink.
Y/n turns bright red at the flirtation and begins to laugh a few moments later, a genuine one. A genuine laugh that made Q smile even bigger than he had before.
"Likewise, Brian. Oh, I ordered just some waters, I didn't know what you wanted so.." She said awkwardly.
"Thank you, I hope I didn't make you wait too long." He was trying his best not to be stupid, say anything stupid. But working with his friends for years will do something to anyone.
She lies, "Oh no not at all, I got here about 5 or 10 minutes before," She didn't want to make him feel bad on the first date, but she did think for a moment that he stood her up.
Q and Y/n talked for a while after ordering their meals, simply things that one would speak about on a first date, things that they like such as food or music, but even that wasn't enough for Y/n to get to know Q.
"What do you do? Like, job wise," Y/n asks, taking a sip of her water.
Q panicked for a second. 'How the hell am I supposed to tell her I work on a national television show? That proves me to be totally stupid at times!' He thought to himself.
"Uh, well–"
"Heres that hamburger, and the special," the waitress interrupts, "would you two like anything else to drink?"
"Thank you, I'll just take a black coffee," Y/n says.
"And for you sir?"
"A Coke, would be nice,"
The waitress jots down the two drinks onto her notepad, "I'll be right back with that," she says as she leaves.
"Black coffee? Not even with a little bit of sugar in it?" Q questions, an amused look on his face.
"Pfft, no way! I only put sugar in my tea, and it has to be a specific one." She laughs.
"Specific one? Like what?"
"Well, most black teas pair great with sugar and cream. Take London fog for example. It's Earl Grey black tea with steamed milk, sugar or sweetener, and lavender extract. Herbal and white teas pair better with honey, same with green teas. And then there are some that just taste good by themselves," She explains. Q admired how intelligently she spoke about this.
"Well, you've proved me wrong. Guess you'll have to show me all the different ones some other time, sweetheart," Q flirts, sending her a wink.
Y/n began to burn up once more at not only the pet name and firting, but also his asking for another date, "Are you suggesting another date, Brian?" She smirks.
"Possibly," He sets his arms on the table and leans closer towards her.
"Here's that coffee, and here's that Coke for you guys. Can I get anything out of the way?" The waitress had unfortunately been interrupting most of the date, and for some reason, Q believed it was on purpose.
"No thank you," Y/n smiles, "So, that reminds me, you never answered my question asking you about what you do for a living. Care to share?" She asks after the waitress leaves the table.
Q hesitated, should he really tell her or lie? 'What's the use in lying?' He thought to himself.
"Well, it's a little complicated," He said, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Oh? How so?"
"I kinda work in the television buissiness,"
"Like what? Tech? Acting?" Y/n questioned, her brow crooking.
Shit.
"Unscripted reality TV show." Slip of the tounge..
"Wow, really! That's so cool! What sort of show?" She exclaimed a little too loudly for the liking of everyone else inside of the café, earning a few looks and glares from others.
"Well it's this thing me and my friends all do, it's kind of like challenges and stuff," Q was sheepish, he was afraid that Y/n might like him only for his fame.
"Oh, so you're like, a star of the show? What's it called?"
"Impractical Jokers,"
"I think I've heard of it before, though I don't think I've ever watched it. Unless there was an episode without you because then I would definitely remember a face like yours," Now it was Y/n's turn to flirt.
"U-uh well, no, I've never missed a shooting before," Q was glad she'd never seen it, especially with all of the stupid and embarrassing shit he's done. And that episode with her in it. She'd hate him.
"I'll have to see it, then," Y/n says before finishing her food.
Oh jeez..
"Anything I can get out of your way?"
How many times has she come already?
"This plate and– Brian, do you need to get rid of anything?" Y/n asks politely.
"Yeah, the two plates, please." Q stacked the plates on top of each other as Y/n put the used napkins and utensils on them.
"Oh, can I get the check as well?"
"Of course, I'll be right back with that for you two." The waitress collects the plates and leaves. Leaving for what felt like the millionth time.
Y/n sighed and adjusted herself in the seat, looking around the café and finally settling her eyes back on to Q, "You have pretty eyes, did you know that?" She complimented.
Q wasn't one to get flustered. He was a guy, what kind of guy flusters as easily as him?
He finally snapped out of it, immediately thinking of something better to say, "Not as pretty as yourself, I assure you."
Y/n flushes and looks away in a pathetic attempt at hiding the bright red that tinted her cheeks.
"Here's the check, will you be splitting it?" The waitress asks, putting the black booklet with a pen and receipt on the table.
"No, that's alright. Just my card,"
"And here I thought the man was supposed to pay for the date? Hmm.." The waitress hummed, a look of disappointment on her face as she took the card from Y/n and walked off.
Q looks at her astounded, she practically judged him before he even got the chance to offer his own card. There was definitely something off.
"I could've gotten that for ya' you know?" Q frowns.
Y/n laughs, "It's alright, Brian. I don't mind at all. It was your treat taking me here, I could at least pay the bill,"
"Let me pay the tip?"
"Be my guest."
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"Thank you for this, Brian. I had a lot of fun, I haven't had that in a while," Y/n smiles at Q who was walking her to her car.
"No problem, sweetheart. I had a great time with you, too. You still up for that other date?" Q asks.
For the millionth time, her smile grew bigger, deeming it to be possible one could smile that largely, "I'm more than up for that other date,"
"Great. I'll be talking to you soon, then," Q stops where Y/n's car was parked.
"Of course, talk to you soon, darling." Y/n says, placing a small peck on his cheek before entering her car.
Q stood still, "Darling.." He whispered to himself, a smile quickly making a way to his face.
"Look who's lovestruck,"
Q turns around to see a camera crew and his three friends approaching him, "What the hell?"
"How was the date? Darling," Joe asked, nudging Q's arm.
"Wait, wait! Was she in on this? Did you guys spy on us?" Q exclaims, confused and upset.
Murr snickers and walks away with the crew and other two Jokers.
"Was she in on this! Hey!" Q shouted, unable to go after them.
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I did this really fast, I think I wrote it in like, a week? And finished it at 3 am so😬 I dunno if it's sloppy, but here's your sequel.
