"There's a difference between it not being a big deal, and it meaning nothing," Alec said. Alec snorted quietly. Cece probably wouldn't give a shit because she knew Alec. That was the shit he did. It wouldn't surprise her, just like him getting them thrown out of a Brooklyn party for fighting wasn't surprising. Lenore only cared because she hadn't spent the last six years dealing with Alec's antics. She'd never seen him go drunken streaking. She'd never seen him at a party. and Alec wasn't unique or creative. That's how the kids at this school behave. Half of them took the training seriously and half of them treated it like college. Sometimes there were overlaps, but Alec clearly fell into the latter category. If sex didn't mean anything to him, clearly he wouldn't be doing it.
Lenore's answer to Alec's 'you feel me' question did drag a laugh out of him, a motion that shook the both of them. "Course," he answered readily. "And I know the perfect way to do that too. It involves alcohol. And deep rooted secrets. And intoxication. I haven't gotten drunk in a week," he finished weakly. This was probably a new record for him. And that was probably an extremely bad thing. He sounded like alcoholic, but he was twenty one, and he had the feeling that every single twenty one year old was technically an alcoholic.