"Hey." Danny looked down to see Alex swinging his feet on the bar stool. He couldn't help but crack a smile. His own feet reached the ground, so this was something somewhat amusing. "So- we haven't.. like.. talked. Tonight. How's it goin'?"
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Alex laughed a little bit. "It's been going fine." He replied with a nod, feet still swinging idly.
"..Sick. Yeah. That's dope." Danny rubbed his eyes, fiddling with one of the latches on his guitar case.
"You sure you're alright?" he asked, looking over at Danny.
"Think so. I think I just gotta think over some stuff later, y'know?" Danny shrugged.
Alex nodded a little bit. "Yeah, I get that." he replied, taking another sip of his drink, then realizing maybe he should slow down.
"I dunno." Danny laughed slightly, taking another sip of his water. "Kinda brought down the mood, didn't I? That sucks." He gave Alex a small grin.
He laughed a little, pushing his drink away and shrugging. "Mm. It's fine."
"Thanks." Danny picked his napkin off from the counter, crushing it in his hands. He set it down to pick at a fresh-looking scab on his knuckle.
Alex got a water, taking a sip of that. He knew not to drink too much more. He didn't weigh enough for too much alcohol at once.
Danny gritted his teeth, pulling his hand away from the scab. "Oh, fuck. Ow."
Alex frowned. "Why do you pick at your scabs when you know it's going to hurt?" he asked, shaking his head.
"In my defense: I didn't know if that was gonna hurt or not." Danny looked up. "I was tryna see if it was like.. dead..? I dunno how scabs work."
He snorted, shaking his head. "Danny…" he trailed off, taking a deep breath and letting it out. "Peeling a scab off is usually accompanied by pain."
"Keyword usually! Sometimes they don't hurt." Danny countered, drinking the rest of his water,
He rolled his eyes, taking a sip of his water.
"Anyway. I need to stop gettin' picked to babysit, 'cause this is what happens." Danny held up his hands, which were all scratched up. "Fucken' feral ass kids."
He snorted softly. "Yikes. That's why I'm glad there are no small children in my family. I mean…they'd be human kids, but still."
"Kids are kids." Danny laughed. "They're all pretty much the same across the board, right?"
He chuckled. "Yeah. Except Werewolf children have bigger teeth." he replied with a shrug.
"Well. Yeah." Danny grinned. "And sharper nails."
He laughed a little bit. "So, a little more terrifying than your average child."
"Just a little." Danny snorted. "But once you start livin' with 'em, it's not too bad."
He shrugged. "I mean, I don't think I'm ever going to do that, but alright." He replied with a smile.
"Fair enough." Danny shrugged. "I mean- you know what I'm sayin' though."
He nodded. "Yeah, I do." He smiled over at the Werewolf.
"Hey- you hear about that- uh- high school reunion? For our class?" Danny had seemingly gone completely off track. "It's not for a little while, but.. man. Forgot those still happened."
He blinked. "The what?" He said, looking at Danny, then shaking his head. "Er…not really. I don't keep in touch with most of them anymore."
"Yeah. Wish I didn't." Danny laughed. "Just checkin' to see, I'm not goin' or anythin'."
He laughed a little. "I mean, I only had like…two or three friends, so…" He shrugged.