Re: The Disaffected/The Entertainer
Miles grinned. "I won't tell a soul you're curious about anything," he promised. He remembered his own boyhood and how he'd been so keen to not be thought eager. Now he couldn't recall why being eager seemed so awful back then, but he only knew it had been awful. He wasn't so far off from youth that he didn't remember what it tasted like in the back of his mouth. He recalled the recklessness in scars carried over. Shit, he was still reckless now. He was a fool was what it came right down to. "You don't think baggage is the first place they checked, or are we not trusting the management now?" He was amused. If it was odd not to be full out worried then he didn't seem to notice it. "Track salsa woulda been seen. The subsequent people that went missing disappeared when the first woman was being looked for. Someone would notice new people being tossed. Salsa might work for the original lady, but not for the others."
Another chuckle. "Thank you for making me feel slightly less than ancient. After you." He moved out of the doorway, making room for the young man to spill into the hall beside him. "The bar car is that-a way," he said, motioning calloused fingers in the direction he'd been headed when he stopped to look into the room. "I'll drink anything." He was walking now. "But I do like some good bourbon if you can't find a gin and tonic worth drinking. Got a name, or am I just going to keep referring to you as 'the young man' in my head for our entire interaction?"