Re: On a Fire Escape; Alex W/extra extra
Alex was pretty sure he would never find himself in a situation where he had to explain what comic books were to someone, but what the hell. This dude was talking a little weird, but not bad weird, and Alex could relate to a certain amount of weirdness. "Yeah, kinda like that. But like, whole stories, whole books, not just like three panels with an unfunny punchline at the end. If you're stickin' around, you should come take a look when we're open." He shrugged in that way he did, like nothing mattered, but it was more that he expressed generally terrible body language when he wasn't paying attention, than not caring.
He looked up at the sky, the stars occluded by clouds and light pollution from the party below. "I like it, but forever's a long time, dude. I din't know I wanted to do this, six months ago. I mean, life is like...strange, an' you never know where it's gonna lead you next." He scoffed quietly, flicked ash from the end of the cigarette and took another drag, smoke leaving his mouth as he went on. "What's in Santa Fe? Or is it a who?" It seemed like a somewhat random destination, and all Alex really knew it for was supposed "free-spirit" hippie types who sold turquoise jewelry and cribbed off Native American artwork.