Ladon Party: Alex and Tin
"Naw, brah. Just Lex. I think that works just fine," Alex said, "And I don't need my name associated with granny panties or Spanx, thanks." He grinned a little and really, this was the first time he really talked about the name he would use in a while. He'd gone through possibilities before. Using his actual name like Calvin Harris or Porter Robinson did, or just one name. The nickname he got there. And even then, selecting a name didn't really feel all that exciting. Music wasn't all that exciting.
A lot of what Valentin was saying were things that Alex had thought about and considered a lot. What sort of clothing he'd design, who he wanted to invite to parties, and so on. But now it was just . . . he was forcing his smile. He was pretending to care about everything that suddenly didn't sound so great. It still sounded amazing but it was losing its luster.
"Brah, when I get my own line of clothing, we'll start with suits, I think, or maybe just shoes, you'll hit the fashion shows with me, yeah?" he asked and then that's when someone smashed into Alex's back, sending him tipping forward. A couple of students, likely already drunk, had gotten into a scuffle and Alex hadn't seen it coming. Now he was falling forward and then his face hit something hard and rough. A log. It scratched up his face a bit, but his face took the brunt of the fall, and blood started gushing out of his nose.