he could nearly feel the vexation rolling off the girl in waves, and if looks could kill, the roll of her eyes probably would’ve been enough to do it. “calm down, alex,” the name sounded far more forced than a certain nickname of his for her ever did, “no one’s getting arrested. besides, if the goonie friends are too much, we could always have a nice romantic night in with a bottle of red wine and smooth jazz.”
god he was - alex couldn’t conjur up an adjective aggressive enough to describe her feelings towards him. though she could certainly think of a few damn near close. infuriating, she finally decided, infuriatingly hot, the ugly little voice in the back of her head crooned. she laughed audibly. “not even over my dead body noel.”
landon pursed his lips and held his hands up in surrender. he decided against arguing with the girl about it all and instead, letting her do whatever she wanted to do. “alright, now that is something i can drink to. if they changed the music, i definitely wouldn’t complain.”
alex was pleasantly surprised at the comment, most of the employees would have laughed at her disposition or fought her on the merits of monster mash. to be agreed with for once was a nice change. “right.” she said nodding. “just don’t do anything stupid drunk, no need for a pr mess before we’ve even opened.”
“Did you dance when they played it the first time? Cause if not, they’re waiting for you to do it and won’t stop playing it until you do.” She teased.
Alex stepped back aghast. They expected her, of all people to get up and dance to this song. Anyone who had known her even for a day knew she wasn’t the dancing type. “Then I guess we’re all damned to an eternity of monster mash.” She said resolutely.
“I didn’t.” Q laughed a little, shaking his head the the glare the girl was giving him. “Actually I’m in the same boat” He lifted his flask, giving a little shake “But just better get used to it I guess, it’s not even Halloween yet and we’ve heard this song more times than anyone normal would.”
Alex scoffed a little too loudly, speaking only to her fleeting superiority complex that tended to rear its ugly head. She had always been silently judgmental of the characters in Frightland. She used to rub elbows with the fabulously wealthy as an art curator, and now due to her family’s archaic beliefs she’d been sentenced to this. “I’m completely normal. Whoever it is that’s playing this God-forsaken song is the strange one.”
Salem let out a scoff. “Loosen up a little.” She remarked, as though she were actually offended. “Don’t tell me you’re one of those girls that go to parties and literally only drink from one cup?” Maybe if Salem hadn’t been a few drinks in already, she wouldn’t have even mentioned taking a sip. But, it was a little late for that.
“It’s for safety!” Alex protested, her nose scrunched in distaste. “i’d much rather be uptight about the cup I drink from then get sick, or worse drugged.” Alex it seemed was a particular breed of careful for her own self preservation.
when riley got the job at frightland she’d had no idea what to expect when it came to coworkers. alex was unexpected but she really enjoyed spending time with her. maybe because she was the one who kept rileys unbridled optimism in check. you couldn’t really appreciate the sun without a little cloudy weather, right? “i’m going to choose to ignore that last part and say thank you. i think that might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
alex stifled a laugh into her drink. as the track finally changed over from monster mash to some rush b-side, she sighed in relief. she shifted her weight on her feet and raised an eyebrow at riley. “i take it back then. i can’t have the rumor going around that i’m nice, i have a reputation.”
Salem looked to the girl with dismay. “I didn’t say stop drinking. I said don’t drink it all.” She corrected easily. The brunette was a lot of things, and an advocate for bad choices was most definitely one of them. “Sharing is caring, y’know.”
alex glared at her, apparently discontent with the remark. she hugged her drink closer to her chest, like a mother bear guarding her young. “i’m not sharing my drink.” she said. “you have legs, short as they may be, use them to get your own drink you leech.”
“you know what.” they were supposed to be the ones setting an example. mingling and including everyone to make sure no one felt left out. but at the moment, they were both standing off to the side, drinks in hand just watching. maybe that was a glimpse into the future. “at least that’s a pretty good song, right? and if we’re getting to madhouse status now, the haunted house should be right on point by the time we open.”
alex pouted, her expression reminiscent of a petulant child. if riley was white then she was black. they were opposites on a visceral level. she supposed it worked well that way, they balanced out the things they were both good at. “you’re like a disney princess.” alex said. “it’s disgusting.”
“alex.” riley gave her a look but didn’t say anything else about it. she kind of did have a point. her social anxiety was kind of going through the roof. she just wanted everyone to have a good time but that was out of her control. so…she was drinking too. “who am i to judge?” riley said, raising her own glass. “is it really the third time? they were only supposed to do it twice” she said, trying to joke around.
“what?” alex said bristling with defense. the oddity of her friendship with riley had somehow remained perennial between them. despite their glaringly obvious differences, she wouldn’t rather have been locked in a dingy hotel room for twelve hours a day with anyone else. “yes. and they’ve played don’t fear the reaper twice. it’s a veritable madhouse.”
“for the record…” the male began, a playful sigh soon following as he shook his head in mock disappointment, “—i wasn’t telling you how much to drink, i was suggesting what to drink.” he vaguely gestured towards the girl’s vodka cranberry, some half-drained IPA that he wasn’t even sure the name of in his own grasp. “when it comes to monster mash, you’ll need a lot more than some fruit juice, princess. believe me, i know.”
alex rolled her eyes, trying to anchor herself on the most solid seeds of her apathy. princess, he said. the nickname riled her. it itched under her skin in the worst way burning from the innermost corners of her eyes to her toes. “i’m not interested in kicking it back with kegs and your goonie friends. some of actually enjoy not getting arrested.”
“don’t tell me how much to drink.” alex scoffed, her brown eyes hardening into a glare. she stirred her vodka cranberry again, it was only her what, second...one. she wasn’t sure but that was fine. “i’m gonna need to get drunk to survive this, this is the third time they’ve played monster mash.”
— ( SON NAEUN, CIS FEMALE, PRONOUNS ) ALEXANDRA GO was just hired. the TWENTY-FOUR year old seems pretty POISED and INTELLECTUAL, but they’re also HAUGHTY and RETICENT. i heard that they like to ATTEND ART SHOWS when they aren’t working as an ASSISTANT MANGER at Frightland. — ( ooc: sushi, eighteen, est, she/her )
alexandra go (preferably alex) was born go joonhee in the incheon province of south korea to the incredibly wealthy go family.
as the youngest daughter she spent the majority of her life spoiled, not expected to work or to support herself.
in fact her future was all planned out, she’d marry another rich heir and spend the rest of her days as a dawdling socialite.
but when she was sixteen she went to study abroad in america (manhattan specifically) and fell in love with the study of culture and art, she began developing dreams of her own.
so she studied hard and was admitted into new york university to study art history.
her ability to network served her well, by twenty two she’d become a lucrative art curator and dealer for galleries around the country
but when her family called her home insisting it was time for her to settle down and get married, alex refused
thus she found her networks cut off, and the business she once loved was closed off her to
unemployed she was forced to seek employment elsewhere, hence her job at frightland now.
it’s not her first pick (alex actually hates horror movies) but she’ll take what she can get in her current situation.
as far as her personality goes, frigid is a good word to describe her. she grew up in an environment where she was expected to be perfect and that’s the facade she keeps up. she generally distances herself from the other employees partly because of her own shy and introverted nature. she likes things done a certain way and will openly share if she feels they aren’t being done correctly. she’s a stickler for rules. a lot of her is just an empty shell she has yet to explore as she was molded into the picture perfect bride by her parents, she hasn’t found herself.
