Re: Kane & Bailey
He could definitely feed people a boring backstory, or at least a backstory with all of the fun bits taken out of it, if anybody even asked him any questions. Kane doubted many people would take much interest in him anyway. He laughed a bit at what Bailey said, tossing a glance over at her. “All kids are embarrassing, don’t be so sure. I remember a few things about you,” he said, smirking faintly. There were four or five years between them, and while that wasn’t a huge gap, it was enough that his memories of when they were both younger kids were probably more clear than hers. Kane would never actually tell his adult sister’s coworkers about all the times she wet her pants out in public, or once threw a tantrum in a grocery store bad enough that the manager came to check on them ... but it was fun to dangle the possibility. “Should be a fun night. And if it’s not, we can cut out early and go do somethin’ else.”
Bailey wrinkled her nose. "I'm not even going to ask what you remember about me. Let me live in ignorant bliss and go one believing I was a perfect child." She knew she hadn't been the best behaved kid and Bailey was sure she had said or done things that would embarrass her today, but she really didn't want to hear about it from Kane. Talking like siblings who knew each other in any sense tended to make her feel uncomfortable sometimes. Despite not having seen each other in years before Kane returned to Point Pleasant, Bailey was acutely aware of the fact that he knew her better than anyone else in her life, save for her ex-husband. And that wasn't really saying much but it was enough to make her antsy. "Yeah," she agreed. "I mean, we can't get all dressed up and not enjoy it, right? We can get boozed up and paint the town red." Bailey side eyed him for a moment. "How social are you, by the way? I mean, have you met people? Made... friends?" She used her fingers to make quotations, careful of her cigarette.
Painting this particular town red sounded kind of macabre to Kane’s ears, but in a funny sort of way. He tried to imagine himself and Bailey actually partying together and having fun, and found it difficult. They were just more likely to go sit at a dive bar and drink and avoid talking about anything of substance. But he supposed even that was more than doing the same thing at home, separately. Her question made him scoff-chuckle a bit, and it came out sounding more self conscious than he wanted it to. His mind immediately jumped to Adrian Moretti, which was so stupid it made him a little angry, but Kane kept that buried. “Friends? Not exactly,” he drawled with a low chuckle. “I got an occasional fuckbuddy, but that’s about it. I talk to a lot of people, doing the Uber thing, but wouldn’t exactly say I got friends. What about you? You hang out with anyone on the regular?”
Going to a bar to drink was Bailey's idea of a good time. If they had been in a bigger city, she would have gone to several bars to drink and that would have been even better. But this tiny ass town only had a few so it was what it was. She supposed she ought to be happy to have more than one option at least. Bailey wasn't surprised to hear Kane had a fuckbuddy. She almost asked who it was but honestly, she didn't want to know that either. Slowly getting to know her brother was fine, but there were some aspects of his life she was fine with being in the dark about. "I don't really hang out with anyone. I'll go grab a drink with some of the guys from the station, but that's about it. I haven't really met anyone I want to have a conversation with." That felt oddly illuminating so Bailey fell silent, focusing on finishing up her cigarette now that they were getting closer to the country club. When she tossed the butt out of the window, she dug around in her bag for a breath mint. "I guess as a cop I talk to plenty of people. That probably doesn't count."