Flying Solo

[Nox]

Well that turned out better than he thought it would. He rather expected the gun to come flying out again. She stared at him like he was something strange out of a horror show. He grinned at her. She thought she was special, but then again she had mentioned Bas before, so not too special. Nox shook his head, he was ignoring him, so Nox should return the favor. He pushed his friend from his thoughts. He still had an armed man who could change demeanor at any point.

Though he had asked him if he wanted a drink. Nox lifted his beer and realized it too was empty. He sighed. "Another beer."


Nox smiled at being called a kid. It had been a long time since anyone had done that. His father hadn't said it much after his mother had died. He hadn't said much after that anyway, instead decided to drink himself to death. More thoughts to push away. Distractions, useless memories now. His father was dead. His mother was brutally murdered and he could do nothing about it. It had destroyed his family. He sighed. He couldn't purge the memory.

"Nox, please, not kid. Reminds me of my father."
He didn't offer his hand, he still wasn't exactly sure what was going to happen.

Nox leaned back in his chair and turned his grin to the red head. "So you know Bas eh? Or blondie does anyway. I tell you it's a small world."
He wasn't exactly sure why he cared. But this world kept getting smaller and smaller, and he was as far away as he could be from home, and yet here, he knew more people and they all apparently knew one another. It was such a strange feeling, to have friends, even jerk wads who don't text back. He wasn't really pissed at Bas, but there was shit happening in the Atharim, Bas was a thug, he could get himself into a whole crap load of trouble if he wasn't careful. And Nox didn't think Bas knew what careful meant.