the more you open your mouth the more you're forcing performance all the attention is leading me to feel important (completely obnoxious) now that we're here, we may as well go too far
❝ --would y'like to head out of here, then? ❞
because the venue is reveling in the mutual bliss of alcohol and potential cocaine use, and alex feels an inclination to simply head out of here with the bird he's been chatting up--she's a sweet thing, really, but his mood draws him to be characteristically indifferent. it's quite clear in his posture, draped over a loveseat with the bird (he can't seem to remember her name) sitting on his knee--well enough, then. he'd have one of those one-night shag things and have done with it.
