Re: The Disaffected/The Entertainer
"Twenty-two," Nicky responded easily. Knew he'd have to flip out his ID at the bar, though. It was always the case since he'd actually gotten old enough to drink, and before then, it wasn't like alcohol had been particularly hard to come by when he wanted it. Benefits of having older friends and cousins. Hard to separate the two sometimes. Family tree was pretty twisty. Didn't want to talk about parents, though. "Unreliable, lot of the time." Phrase "absent father" was putting it mildly. His mother had died trying. "Know some good ones, though."
Nicky was feeling comfortable. Companionable, even. Trust was hard, but ease was, well, easier. Someone didn't actively mean him harm, didn't want to betray his trust? That made it all right, till proven otherwise. He walked behind the guy - Miles - watching his easy stride, not really noticing anything too out of the ordinary. Couple rough years - mother died, then his sister was...well, dead for all intents and purposes. Not around. But he'd moved past that. Mostly. "Kind of need a starting point for a theory. Right now I have nothing." Nicky was in college, "general sciences" because he had no idea what he'd do with his life up here, but he knew enough about the scientific method to know that without a testable hypothesis, a theory was just a wild guess.
"Label?" He asked as he took the seat next to Miles, digging his ID out of one deep pocket and pressing it to the bar as he ordered a whiskey sour. "Should I know who you are?"