Alex + Haylie
"Wev," Alex waved a hand dismissively, "If DJ Khaled can have a career lookin' like he does, I'll be just fine, bae." He took the bread crust and threw it back at Haylie. Alex knew one day the food he ate would pack on but that day wasn't today or tomorrow, so why worry about it? That might've been Davian's influence, but Alex ate like he had a bottomless pit for a stomach before he met the sloth demon.
He smiled though when Haylie pointed out what all of this could mean. "Yeah, and it is. I mean, I can do some solid shit with just my computer and the basics, but get me in a studio? It's going to be fucking amazing, that's what. You know you got a spot on my entourage. Davi's gonna be my nap coordinator. You can be my HBIC."