Senior prom hadn’t been a milestone he experienced, so he could only guess about what his high school had been like the day after. Prom hadn’t been something he’d been interested in either, even though there had been a few girls who probably would have wanted him to ask them. “Should be pretty decent, yeah.” Maybe he’d even be able to cut a shift short and try to get some work done in the garage. “Means we’ll probably just end up with Bea on the radios constantly too.” Though, to be honest, he mostly ignored whatever she said unless she was talking to him directly.
“And maybe a couple more parties ‘round this place will make it easier to live here.” It wasn’t that it was difficult necessarily, but it seemed like the mood went dark around this place just for thinking about it. “Remind people it’s not all rules and work.” Even if the rules and work were both necessary things, it seemed like people got lost in them often enough.
He nodded. Seemed about right to him. “Not much point in trying to better than other people at the end of the world. Just means you’ll probably be the first ones eaten, because no ones gonna care if you get your ass chewed on.” He shrugged. Sounded harsh, but it was his honest opinion. Raking his fingers through his hair he snorted out a laugh at the idea of Brandon starting a mutiny. “Oh, he’d throw a fit alright. But it ain’t like I can’t handle him,” he agreed with a chuckle. “I’d make sure to get a picture of it too, if we got him into a pair. Make sure his sisters never let him live it down either.” After all, what was a little humiliation between friends; it wasn’t like Brandon wouldn’t do the same thing if the roles were reversed. “There’s no way he’d rock the look like I can.”
Biting the inside of his cheek, he noticed her expression change. Probably he should have watched his mouth. Pregnant women seemed funny sometimes about the questions that they were asked. “Not crazy, no. Just really fu-,” he cut himself off before he cursed, “foreign.” Decent enough recovery. “Reminds me of sci-fi stuff. Even though it’s all human and normal and whatever.” He’d never been into medical shit, and never bothered to think much about human reproduction, beyond the fact that sex was great.
Which momentarily sent his brain somewhere he didn’t need to be going while he was sitting playing guard dog to a kids party.
The scowl at the mention of forcing anyone to join something they didn’t want to was automatic, and quickly covered up. No point in letting his temper get the better of him; it hadn’t happened and now it wouldn’t. The cult was non-existent aside from Tallis. “Lexi, yeah. That was smart thinking on their part.” Why she went along with it was a question he’d never ask.
Thinking about it for a minute, he finally answered, “Probably drinking. By myself or at whichever party Brandon or Mike drug me off to. Or walking the grounds, keeping an eye on things.” It made him sound like he was a tag along to whatever his friends did, but it was honest. He usually followed their lead when it came to partying and things. “Ah, yeah. Forgot about the stress thing.” He’d been trying not to keep too close of tabs on Rae, even if part of him wanted to; after the necklace incident he’d been trying to keep a little bit of a distance. “Truth to be told, I’m probably safer down here too. Trouble’s always had a way of finding me, whether I want it to or not.”