Joey Alexander knows he is good (fornothing) wrote in rooms,
Re: Gotham: Iris and Joey
[Joey noticed the flinch that came with the mention of Shane, but it wasn't something he was going to question her about now. Maybe later, after a few shots, if he remembered. But Joey wasn't feeling Shane too much these days either, despite having set him up in this nice place what whatever friend of the family that Blake qualified as. Shane was an asshole, he always had been, and he was hard like he'd earned it. Joey still remembered Shane gone for years, and it wasn't something he was letting go of just because the guy had come to rescue him out from beneath a junkie bridge underpass in Jersey. Shit, Joey didn't need rescuing from anybody.]
I'm good, I can handle myself. Apparently I was here before, lot of people seem to know me, but I don't know them, but hey... not family, nobody important, right?
You can put your coat on any of the chairs or whatever. [From a pack of Newports, he pulled out a slim rolled joint and pushed it into the corner of his lips for a light. Breath drawn tight, but he didn't offer it to Iris because the woman looked older like a librarian who got spooked during cable access horror movies, so Joey held off as he made his way into the kitchen, herbal smoke exuded in a thick cloud of white.]