The Arcade: Alex and Mao Who: Alex and Mao What: Hanging out Where: The Arcade When: Saturday Night Warnings/Rating: Likely low?
It was the weekend and it made sense that the arcade was busy. Alex didn't mind the crowd so much; it allowed him anonymity and normally that wasn't a bad thing, but also if he was supposed to meet Mao here, that complicated things somewhat as he wasn't entirely sure what Mao looked like. Or if he knew what Alex looked like. But he also had a feeling the other boy could find him without too much trouble if he wanted to.
So, Alex got some change from the machine (it wasn't like the free-play night, so he'd have to be a little more selective), and just wandered around a little bit, scoping out some of the games he'd seen but not played the last time he was here. Despite the colder weather, he wore his current hoodie of choice over a sweater with which it clashed somewhat awfully, though he'd really taken no note of that when he'd gotten dressed for the evening. He'd spent much of the day painting his apartment and had been more concerned with cleaning up from that, though a couple stubborn flecks of pale green paint remained on his hands and cheek.
He had the hood of his sweatshirt pulled up, though his fine blond hair was still making its presence known, mainly by falling down in front of his eyes from time to time. Mostly he was just slouching around, hands in the pockets of his sweatshirt and looking for something fun to play. He maybe had a touch of nerves about meeting Mao; the guy had said some suggestive things from time to time and Alex wasn't sure how he'd felt about that. He kept his fist tight around the change in his pocket, because he was worried about it spilling out and couldn't stomach the idea of just losing money. Spending it on playing games, sure, but losing it? Horrible.