bendydemon:
   There she goes again, trying to patronize him and act like he isn’t important. He’s been recognized by at least two people, which is probably two more than Alice has ever found! He almost wants to tell her how forgettable she is, but knowing it’d be thrown back into his face, he holds back. Bendy needs to keep up appearances, after all. She doesn’t need to know why he’s drinking. Besides, his last quip about making her feel important is probably enough.
   “What if I just wanted t’unwind, Alice? Y’got somethin’ against that?” No, he’s just gotten addicted in-between the time they last saw each other. There was hints of it toward the end of the show’s run, but it’s not like he’s going to get into that while in public. “It ain’t that deep.”
   He’ll probably order a few more shots before he has to wander back home, but it’ll be better to keep his alcoholism between him and the bartender. Maybe Bendy can scare her off in the meanwhile? … Ehh. Too much effort. He’s already locked himself in a conversation with her.
   “Y’should ask fer it,” he begins to say, but is caught off-guard when she takes his drink from him. Who the hell does she think she is!? “If y’wanted to drink, you should’ve said something! I swear t’you, it is a coincidence. If I knew you were here, I would’ve gone drinkin’ somewhere else!”
     Hey, you want her to stop acting like you’re not important? Then stop acting like she isn’t first. The two toons both know they crave attention and spotlight, and it won’t do either of them good to keep tearing each other down, as appealing as it sounds.
      “You should’ve just left while I was on stage. With all the lights on me, I couldn’t care less about who comes and goes, let alone a little inky mess like you.” Oof, that was a little harsh, don’t you think? Talk about refraining from tearing the other down. It’s only been a couple of minutes and she’s already going to town on him. “Knowing you, I don’t see how you could unwind just listening to me the whole night.”
     But that wasn’t important anymore. She caught him here and the two of them were trapped in conversation whether they liked it or not. Of course, she could always leave if she liked, but it’s her first night in the city and a very tiny part of her doesn’t want to stop talking to the only real... acquaintance she’s ever had.
     The angel idly brings up the glass to her lips to drink again, allowing herself to get used to the flavor and burn. If anything, it’ll help her tolerate this conversation a little more.Â
     “Well, you’re here now, and I don’t see you getting up to leave.” She says, taking the open seat next to Bendy and props up her chin in her other palm. “So what’ve you been doing here, then. Acting? Singing? Being a nuisance? I’m dying to know.”
