Alex shrugged. "I uhm…" Have a curse sapping away at my life-force. I won't live to be very old. "Yeah, I guess." he rubbed the back of his neck, eyes flicking away. It was rather obvious that he was holding something back, something rather important.
“Yo? Man, if you got somethin’ to say, say it. Won’t hurt my feelings.” Danny tilted his head, leaning in slightly.
"Nah, it's not…" Alex shook his head. "Nothing. Sorry. Just thinking." he ran a hand through his hair, looking away for a moment.
“Looked like it was important, but okay.” Danny gnawed on his knuckle, leaning back on the couch cushions.
Alex shook his head. "No, don't worry." he replied, biting his lip a little as he looked over at Danny.
Danny rolled his eyes. “Maybe I’m gettin’ all worked up over a hunch, but you aren’t all that convincing.”
He chuckled softly. "It's nothing you need to worry about right now, okay?" he replied, looking at Danny again.
“That means I can worry about it later, I assume?” Danny pressed his finger to his lips, pulling the lower one down a tiny bit. “‘Cause I will, ‘cause you’re acting cryptic as fuck, dude.”
Alex groaned a little. "You can worry about it if I tell you. Otherwise, there's no need for you to be unnecessarily worried. Okay?" he replied, slouching in his seat.
“..Fine.” Danny bit his tongue, checking the clock on his phone. “God, what time is it..? Too early to be drinking, alright.” He mumbled to himself, setting his phone down on his thigh.
Alex laughed. "Too early to be drinking." he echoed in agreement.
“It’s still only.. 3:30-ish, wow.” Danny laughed slightly. “I got a short set tonight at.. 9:00. It’s really just me and my bassist, so that should be fun. Drummer’s out sick as a dog, poor guy.” He tugged on his earlobe, picking at a small scar, presumably from where an earring once was.
Alex nodded. "Ah. Poor guy. Where's the set?" He asked curiously, raising his eyebrows. He was very much tempted to come along and listen.
“Right? Fucking flu. It’s uhh.. that one bar on Cherry Boulevard, the real small one. Busy. You know which bar I’m talkin’ about, right? I don’t remember the name right now, but I can get it for you.” Danny gestured vaguely, trying to get his point across.
Alex nodded. "Yeah, I know it." He replied, running a hand through his hair and letting out a breath.
“You should come, it’s free.” Danny looked over at his guitar case. “But like, we accept tips ‘n shit.” He laughed a sharp laugh, shaking his head and trying to push his hair out of his eyes.
Alex chuckled. "Alright, alright." he replied, looking at Danny. "I'll be there, then."
“That’s sick, dude, thanks! I don’t know how big the audience is gonna be, ‘cause there’s an actual like.. big famous band playing at a real venue tonight too, but who knows?” Danny shrugged, picking at his lip.
(hey just a heads up, I'm not going to be super active tonight. Sorry!)
Alex shrugged. "You're welcome. And yeah, I guess we'll see." He replied with a quick smile.
(it’s all good, thanks for the notice!)
Danny got up, finally tired of only eyeing his guitar. He brought the case over, pulling out the guitar and beginning to tune. “Sorry if this is kinda annoying, dude, I just need somethin’ to do with my hands, y’know?”
(np!)
Alex chuckled, and turned his Pandora down. "Nah, it's fine." He replied. "Technically I'm invading your space because I couldn't handle seeing an ex again, so. You're good."
Danny plucked a few strings. “Nah, nah, man, you’re not invading. This place is open pretty much 24/7, people are coming in ‘n outta here all the time.”
Alex nodded, then shrugged a little. "Still." He replied. "I shouldn't have…reacted the way I did." Even though he knew that considering what Keats had done, his reaction had been perfectly reasonable.
“I don’t blame ya, brother. Fucked up guy did some fucked up shit to you, I think you were well within your rights to react like that.” Danny strummed a few chords absently, mostly relying on muscle memory so that he could still talk.
"It wasn't that bad. He never like…beat me or anything." Alex replied slowly, shrugging his shoulders slightly.
“”Not that bad” my ass, Alex. He got you hooked on drugs so bad you had to go to rehab, for fuck’s sake! Just ‘cause the damn bastard never punched you don’t mean that wasn’t a fucking rotting shell of a relationship, fool.” Danny stopped playing to look Alex dead in the eyes, a concerned yet stern look of his face.
Alex blinked slowly. "He's a succubus. He could have done worse." Could have turned me into a mindless shell. He shrugged a little bit, looking at Danny for a moment, then away again.
“Let’s think about it this way; if I, I dunno, poison your food, right? If you didn’t die, does that suddenly make it okay? Even if you were in the hospital?” Danny rested his guitar in his lap, gesturing with his hands as he spoke. “No, right?”
Alex frowned a little. "…no?" He replied slowly, running a hand through his hair and looking at Danny again. His eyebrows drew together, and he looked a little confused.
“Cool, so we agree on that. Just because it coulda been worse doesn’t mean that what happened is any less bad. You followin’?” Danny noticed the confused expression on Alex’s face, but he wasn’t sure how to break it down further than that.