Re: Lobby: After the play: Alex White
Alex has been feeling out of sorts pretty much all week, and with good reason. Yet, if there is one thing he's truly skilled at, it's sectioning off the personal garbage when he has something else that needs done and making it Future Alex's problem. And dude, is that guy going to be messed up, someday. But tonight it was all eyes forward, get the job done, and he hadn't missed a set change or placing a single prop. He'd done well. More importantly, the show had gone well, and his presence hadn't been noticed, which was how it was supposed to work. He's tired, sure, but feeling elated, in a low-key, Alexy sort of way.
Plus - score - free food and drink. Cheese, crackers, and yes, he's somehow snared a glass of champagne which is...interesting. Fancy, but probably not his favorite. Then again, he isn't a drinker. Nor is he technically of age to do so. So he's kinda being DL about that as he winds down, looking at some of the old playbills that decorate the lobby. As he takes in the names of shows, the old dates, he feels a strange pressure behind his eyes. Must be the champagne. But it's...odd. Is alcohol supposed to make it feel like someone else is watching out of your eyes? He blinks furiously a few times and the feeling goes away. Tired. He's tired, he knows that's it. Not enough sleep lately. That's all.