"OKay, I have a better question for you then." Autumn said, determined to lighten this guy up. She still had a smile on her lips. "Say some of it is a sham." she posed. "Does it really matter?" she put out there. "Does it take away good times for other people, or make it less of a party? Does it mean that there aren't people down there maybe making a new friend, and getting a night away from the--let's face it--ridiculousness of our circumstances?"
Reece cut his eyes at her, watching her for a moment before looking away and back towards what was going on below them. “Maybe not. I’m just not seeing the point. Shockingly enough, I’ve had a shitty track record for who I befriend in this place so far.” One was dead, another had been hurt, then things went awry and now she was gone. The person who was probably closest to his friend was Meg and he mostly tolerated her. He let out a sigh and shook his head. “I don’t know what to make of it.”
Autumn watched him as he spoke, leaning on the railing. "Not seeing the point of...friends?" she asked, to be sure she was hearing that right before she opted to dash that idea.
Reece shook his head. “Not really no. Not at this instant.” Which he knew was the wrong answer to anyone listening, but it was how he felt.
Smiling, she'd heard that sort of thing before. "Are you one of those people?" she asked, then explained what she meant so he didn't have to ask. "The kind who are going to take one or two bad experiences and decide that it's true across the board?"
This time when Reece laughed it was dark, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the balcony railing. “No doll, I’ve been making the wrong choices since I was five. I know bad experiences and when it comes to me, they are true across the board.”
"Sounds like a personal problem then," Autumn said, not at all poking fun. She smiled at him and leaned in to bump her shoulder against his. "Which--good news!" she said. "It means it isn't this, or them. So you're whole 'sham' theory and troubles with stuff is you-centric. Not this place or people. If you make bad decisions, then you can always decide to try and turn it around! Perfect place for it, really. I mean, you can only fuck up so bad, right? Not like in the world at large, where people can fuck up to epic proportions." She kept her gaze on him, light smile on her lips. "You always have time to turn it around, flyboy." she said, referencing his costume. "You just have to want to put in the effort." She winked. "And have hot chicks around that'll put in the effort to talk you down from crippling cynicism, and hold you to that 'we're gonna dance' thing."
Reece sighed. "I was trying. Thought I was doing an okay job with it to, but not so sure." While she might think a fuck up of epic proportions was out of the question, Reece wasn't so sure. He had a feeling he could still pull that off if he was meant to. Looking back over at her he let himself grin, focusing on Autumn and her optimism instead of his crushing cynicism. "Let's hope it works out for the better with this hot chic than the last," he said before standing up straight and holding out a hand to her. One dance wouldn't hurt. Plus she was gorgeous, that helped.
Autumn took his hand. "That's the spirit." she told him encouragingly. "Also, just for the record, I'm pretty good at combating attitudes like yours. So, if you keep feeling like that, shoot me a pm, or come by." she invited, letting him lead her off for the dance she'd promised.
“Are you now?” Reece asked, looking over his shoulder at her. “Just how does that work?” He had to wonder if she was some expert, then there had to be some method.
“It takes a lot of work to keep coming up with doom and gloom around me. Other people give out first, or just start seeing the logic.” Autumn confessed, winking at him. “I’m very persistent. And damn good at it!”
“So it’s a test of will?” he asked her, making a face, but still guiding out towards the middle of the party and the music. He wasn’t the best dancer, but he figured he could manage for a moment at least.