Re: The Disaffected/The Entertainer
"Adults are just people," Miles heard himself saying. He wasn't sure where it came from, since adults weren't usually high on his list of people to defend. He didn't actually get himself involved much in general. He was friendly, social and charming, but that didn't mean he wanted the weight of the world's problems hefted onto his own shoulders. Plenty to talk about without taking on someone else's baggage and carrying it, but he did find himself saying the words. "Think sometimes we forget that all those adults were kids once. Just people." Just people out there making mistakes. "But 22 isn't a bad age. Past the acne. You can drink,. Probably getting a lot of tail," he joked. "Not that old timers like me don't catch a lot of tail," he said, tongue in cheek. He knew he wasn't that old yet.
Trust and ease didn't need to meet up in life. It was nice when they did, but being social wasn't about trust. Any musician would tell you that. Schmooze and go home and forget every last hand you shook. "Starting point eh? I'm going with there's something out of the ordinary going on," he said, stating the obvious. "I don't think it's train robbers or gangsters. People work stealthy but human. Someone would see something if it was mere flesh and blood." He was maybe tipping his hand about his beliefs in strange happenings, but it didn't ruffle his feathers to put it out there. Young Nicky would probably attribute it to senility.
He ordered himself a gin and tonic, no ID required. "You wouldn't know me," he said without feeling bad about it.