The Courtyard: Alex, Ashton, Barclay & OPEN
Alex laughed. He ignored the ice and sharpness in Barclay's words because that boy was an idiot. Alex knew if he wanted to actually kill Ashton, he could've made sure that it happened. What happened was an accident and the fact that Barclay still thought Alex's intent was to kill the dragon at all show how much of an idiot he actually was. Both of them were. Ashton for stomping around like a big cry baby and Barclay for failing to see that Ashton was an asshole with a god-complex. And in less than a year, he and his little friend would be gone.
Good riddance. But that didn't mean Alex wasn't going to make it clear that people weren't actually going to miss them and that not everyone was grovelling at their feet. Especially when they spoke like Barclay did. Every word out of his mouth completely false but too deluded to realize otherwise.
"Oh, Christ," Alex laughed, "You guys are both so . . . ridiculous. I can see why Mothra here—" he nodded toward Ashton "—uses the word so much. It fits the pair of you so well. I make fun of everyone and they make fun right back. If you can't laugh, then that's your problem, not mine. I'm just here to have fun and so far, I kinda am." A shrug of the shoulders.
He wasn't going to let them make him lose his cool. Barclay had done that once to Alex and while Barclay made Alex nervous still, there were scarier things out there than some witch. The top of that list was Ms. Menides and compared to her, Barclay was a teacup Yorkie.