#dex threads.

“you, uh - you hungry or anything?” dex offers, running a hand through his hair. it sticks up at wild angles - just as well, it fits his current feeling. frazzled. “i’ve got some pizza, i think there’s some cereal? i don’t have any milk, though.” he sighs. what does he even feed a child? his child? “did your mom tell you much about me, or-?”

“hey,” dex calls to her, “don’t leave yet. you’re gonna miss the best part of the night.” is he being a little cockier than necessary? of course. but his set is coming up, and he’s intent on retaining as many audience members as he can. “don’t know if punk music is your vibe, but the band coming up isn’t half bad.” he grins, “i’m dex. can i buy you a drink to bribe you into staying?”