Alex wasn't one to frequent the bar. Okay, maybe he was. But to be fair, one of his best friends owned the bar back in Roswell that he tended to frequent. He'd justify the fact he could often be found at the Wild Pony because Maria owned it. At the Crown Plaza Hotel, he had no such excuse, and yet he was there, sliding into a seat one down from Adam.
He nodded in greeting. He didn't know Adam. He had probably seen him posting on the network, but he didn't know who he was. That was okay. He was fine with striking up a conversation or drinking in relative silence, but he'd at least be friendly and offer a conversation starter.
"How's it going?" he asked, though what he really wanted to say was that this place was fucking nuts.