[ The first definable prickle of sensation Alec's had: a stir of envy at the ready back and forth of their exchange. It opens up into something else at the bottom, a diffuse low pang - that might just be lingering unrelated nausea, when he thinks about it. ]
Nice bit. [ He tells them, more or less sincerely. ] And this is making sure they don't have to go looking too far.
[ It's a question, even if he doesn't say it like one. The waiter is returning with a new milkshake. His bleeding looks like it's slowing down when he sets the glass on the table, muted pink and vivid red. ]
How many more people are we expecting? I'd hate to be taking somebody's seat.
[ There's a little crunch of glass under sole, and Alec files that away resignedly. ]
Get me a new bottle of ketchup. [ The waiter starts to speak, and Alec flicks his fingers at him again, turning it into a mushy unintelligible slur. ] And shut the fuck up.
cw: blood, body control
Nice bit. [ He tells them, more or less sincerely. ] And this is making sure they don't have to go looking too far.
[ It's a question, even if he doesn't say it like one. The waiter is returning with a new milkshake. His bleeding looks like it's slowing down when he sets the glass on the table, muted pink and vivid red. ]
How many more people are we expecting? I'd hate to be taking somebody's seat.
[ There's a little crunch of glass under sole, and Alec files that away resignedly. ]
Get me a new bottle of ketchup. [ The waiter starts to speak, and Alec flicks his fingers at him again, turning it into a mushy unintelligible slur. ] And shut the fuck up.