[ The boy draped in a hooded white poncho surveys the interior of the diner with neutral interest, his eyes glittering with reflected artificial light. His attention drifts over the bloody booth and the choking jukebox before it lands on the teenagers, then the waiter, then the fork in his hand. ]
Kind of looks like a self-serve night.
[ Alec drawls, flicking his gaze up to meet the girl's. His eyebrows lift as he tilts his head, his expression one of slightly patient boredom. ]
iii. stardust murders
Kind of looks like a self-serve night.
[ Alec drawls, flicking his gaze up to meet the girl's. His eyebrows lift as he tilts his head, his expression one of slightly patient boredom. ]
Unless this is a private party?