David couldn't quite feel his legs as he sat down on the couch beside his sister, carefully perched there with his sweater pulled over his knees. He could pretend it was a little tent that he could hide from this batshit crazy situation in.
He took another drink because if Alexis was going to be talking about timelines like this was some bad sci fi movie then he was going to need to be a lot drunker.
"Oh my god, Alexis," he sighed. "This is too much. I can't - you know what, go ahead, tell me things from my future because when I wake up at least I'll get a good chuckle. Got any lottery numbers for me?" he asked her.
The extra acid was entirely a defense mechanism for how pants-wettingly terrifying this was on an existential level. But it wasn't the kind of thing Alexis would make up, it was so far beyond her style.