Tandy Bowen doesn't have to pick between (cloakndagger) wrote in repose,
Re: Under the lights: Tandy/Mars
Tandy didn't believe in chemically induced good times. Maybe it was old-fashioned, it went along with the scraped-together manners that still hung around long after any pretension to being middle-class had long since exited the building, or the way he held his shoulders straight rather than inching lower in an attempt to mask excessive height. He didn't believe in falsity except when it was strictly necessary and he watched Mars sip nearly-warm beer with an expression of amiable concern with her party-going experience, stained cherry-red as she was.
"Yes," Tandy said, casting a look over her shoulder, which wasn't really that difficult, to see who was here. He pointed, "Holly, Noah, Travis," but Tandy also didn't think it was that impossible to show without a cast-list of people you already knew. "But I think these things are pretty neat. You meet people you don't know. It's a small town so you'd think that was beyond belief but it's not."
The thought occurred to him. "Are you here alone?" Tandy didn't sound judgmental but he didn't really ascribe social value to ....social value.