Re: Alex/Atticus
"'m good," Alex said, assuming Atticus had meant more to drink. The one he had kind of topped up the good feeling and was moving him into something a little more spinny. Slow down. Ridiculous, really, considering he was like, one and a half in. But combine first time with small stature and well, not having eaten as much as he should that day, and that's what you got.
"Hm, so you talked to 'im?" Alex said, with only interest in his voice, no skepticism to be heard. No, he hadn't been in Repose for too long, but he'd learned, yeah. Take everything with a grain of salt, but only a small one, because the longer he stayed and the more he learned, the more he decided that anything could be true. What, after all, was he himself? So, no skepticism. "He ever say anythin' about people who din't stay dead?" Oops. "Y'know, like zombies," he added, maybe too quickly. Slow the fuck down. If alcohol was going to loosen his tongue, then all the better reason not to drink. "I mean, 's almost Halloween, right?" He added a little laugh, like hey, it's only natural to wonder.
"Pretty sure you're in the target age for sugar daddy." That just slipped out too, and hey, it was joke. Or at least it made Alex laugh. "That what you're doing at the arcade? On the...prowl?" He laughed again, this time accompanied by a snort, and despite repeated warnings to himself, downed about half of what was left of his drink. "Do people like even say that?" Oh god.
"I do like it here, though," he went on, pretending like he hadn't just said a bunch of really awkward shit. "Y'know, got a job, some friends, like, possibilities," he shrugged. "Better 'n home, which is Idaho, since everyone always asks. It's way better 'n that." Even if things were kinda utterly fucked around here at least part of the time, it seemed.