Re: Cass & Alex: the (bad) diner
Alex smiled; it was a thin sort of thing, and a little more knowing, a little more worldly than the previous ones: reasonably plump red lips compressed into a thinner, paler line which still curved up at the corner of his mouth. "I'm beginnin' to think that Repose just can't be beat for strangeness," he said, threading fingers into fine blond hair and pushing it out of his eyes. "Like I thought for a while when I first got here that it was just like, small sleepy town, y'know? But then you start hearin' the stories and things happen an' like...it's like the place won't let you think about it that way, or somethin'." It was about all Alex had in the book of the Grand Unified Theory of Reposian Weirdness, or whatever. Content, complacent, and suddenly you're taking an arrow to the gut (a fucking arrow) or like, turning into some Broadway Cat during the evenings and snitching miniature commemorative plates with Elvis painted on them. "I think unpredictable is right. But...I like it anyway. The people are good."
He picked up his spoon and stirred another packet of sugar into his coffee before taking another sip. There was the amount of sweetness that almost killed that burnt taste.