Alexander Moore (the_desirous) wrote in realenough, @ 2010-03-29 12:35:00 |
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Backstory - Anna and Alex
Alex is only twenty-one, still a young man, and his beard has just come in decently enough that his friends have stopped making fun of him--which is, honestly, ample justification to celebrate. He's still in his self-destructive phase; at least, he hasn't yet admitted to himself or anyone else that he's limited by his illness, and he pulls all-nighters and drinks with his friends and pounds coffees on exam nights, unmindful of the consequences.
It's Friday night and he's in a nightclub in the college district, three sheets to the wind and fully willing to embarrass himself at any opportunity, and for any pretty face. He's got his balance astonishingly well, all things considered. A man his own age flirts for a while at the bar, and Alex reciprocates, but after a while the man moves on, and he subsides, leaning with his back and elbows against the bar, watching the dancers.