The offer for a drink, let alone alcohol, felt like a trap. Bait for Alex to take and get in trouble. He wasn't sure what Cavanaugh was up to, but he wasn't trustful of it. "Water," he responded, "if you're actually offering." He didn't relax but remained just as tense. Truthfully, Alex could go for a joint right about now. It'd relax him the way he needed it too. Soda would just give him a sugar high and the alcohol would make staying awake harder. Water was safe.
He looked down at his hands. The well-kept nails staring back at him. Alex decided hew as gonna paint them. Black was for goths. Maybe neon orange. Yeah, that'd be pretty sick. It'd work with what he was going to wear to the formal. But Alex wasn't sure if he'd be allowed to go to the formal, even if he was the DJ. Chances were Sphinx had a back-up just in case. Weren't they the sort of people that were supposed to have a backup plan to the backup plan?