Re: trailer park: alex and mal
Alex watched Mal work, admiring his efficiency and intelligence. He wished he could do anything half as good or confidently. The water was getting close to boiling so he removed it from the heat, pouring it into the mugs and stirring. "It wasn't really a move," he admitted. Alex didn't have those kinds of moves. More the moves that resulted in money changing hands in the opposite direction. Also, he could tell himself it had worked, because here Mal was. But that had nothing to do with his phone number, either. As far as he knew. So he laughed a little, leaned back against the counter as he held up coffee for Mal. "You woulda known if it was a move," he said with a smirk, wearing just a shadow of the look that used to get him business. Joking around with Mal made him feel more relaxed, more himself than he had in a couple weeks now.
"Mostly on the counter where they are now," Alex pointed. "And...I dunno, I guess I keep 'em 'cause...like, they're not mine but they gotta belong to somebody. Probably mean something to...someone," he shrugged. "Doesn't seem right just to toss 'em, and..." Shit, should he tell him? "I guess some of 'em could be useful." The look on his face told of deciding something. He took the two steps to the freezer and opened it, withdrawing the mason jar, wiping away the frost with a kitchen towel and then using that to hold it because the glass was cold. He opened it up and held it out like he had the coffee, so Mal could see down inside. It was mostly small bills and loose change, but it was a big jar, and there were a lot of both.