Usually, Alex could be found in his workshop, fiddling with this and that while he waited for the gates to open. His act didn't require a lot of set-up: change clothes, enter tent, sit down. Ta-da, ready for customers. Today, though, he was feeling a bit lazy, so he was in his trailer, not doing much of anything. There was stand-up playing in the background on his computer, but he wasn't paying too much attention. His couch had been singing its siren song all week, and he was finally getting to sprawl out and relax. That was, until he heard the knock on his door.
Frowning slightly, because he wasn't expecting anyone, and usually anyone who knew him would just come in, Alex rose. He yawned and stretched, causing his faded t-shirt to ride up, exposing a few inches of skin. His sweatpants rode low on his hips, but it was his house, and at least he was dressed. He opened the door, and even though it took him a minute, he finally figured out who it must be. Mostly by process of elimination. "Victor, aye?" he asked, the barest hint of his mother's brogue slipping into his voice, the way it usually did when he was warm and relaxed. "Come in, come in. What brings you to my door today?"