Re: The Jaded/The Disaffected
Nicky finished the drink, set it down carelessly on a sill. Was sure there were people to take care of that sort of thing, no matter where they found it. He wasn't sloppy, wasn't a slob but he was young, and he just assumed these things. Even if he'd been on his own for a long time. Had gotten comfortable, and careless. He really didn't drink to get drunk, just actually liked the flavor, liked the burn going down into his stomach. Liked the buzzed feeling, but still being in control.
He slid a little closer, reaching out a little so the other guy could see. Hand was soft, fingers neither long nor thin. A little stubby. A small hand. Fingernails had the same bitten-down look, same habit as the guy with the mohawk. No remnants of polish on these; only on the left. The ring: Black skull, tiny ruby chips for the eyes, but they had sharp edges. Sometimes the ring got thirsty. Nicky had learned to be careful, except when he couldn't be. "Family heirloom." So to speak. Family symbol. Again, his father's, specifically. So much came back to him.
"Larceny, next? Different kind of theft, far as I know." Nicky shrugged. "Seems like a waste of money; ticket probably costs more than what you'll find in here. Unless you were actually headed somewhere and this is just for kicks." Nicky wasn't really the mute type. He'd talk. Sometimes the words came out devoid of emotion. It was a problem, he knew. Easy to misinterpret. Really had to try, sometimes. Congenital apathy.
Looked over the guy, wondering just he was being invited to do. Half knowing, half uncertain. Nicky was quiet but far from shy, but now he was having a serious case of mixed signals, and above all, he'd learned to be cautious. A little angular and gaunt for his usual tastes. More sinew than muscle and Nicky - let's be honest here - liked that surfer boy type. Toned, tanned, hair bleached blond by the sun. Strong, but gentle. He knew he had a type and that it started and ended with Will. No denying, but that hadn't stopped him before. Tongue played just behind his lower lip, running over the piercings there. He was tall, that was a plus. The positives outweighed the negatives, if things went that way. Decided to keep it neutral, let a little curiosity leach into his voice, even innocence. "Go on, and?" That smirk again.