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You can't help but to scrunch up your face. Ashley doesn't have a much better reaction to it. Lex is eyeing you and Ashley with a weird look.
"NO. WE DO NOT." Ashley pours her drink down her gullet in one fell swoop. After hissing through the bitterness of the booze, she starts speaking again. "Look, let's not question how bugs fuck. Thanks. Horrid mental image."
"Pft, sorry, sorry." Lex slumps into his chair. "I apologize to all of the humans and weird bug people at the table. But seriously, what IS your deal, Quinny?"
"Don't call me that." Quentin sighs. "To be quite honest, I do not fully remember. I was stuck in that rotten old body for so long, my memories of before are hazy. Not a lot to feed on." He peers down at his half empty glass. "I remember Mother watching me. I remember trying to find a shell. I did not have the proper compatibility with my provided shell."
"Something something weird skin suits?" Ashley snaps her fingers. "The ones with no faces and shit? Those things?"
"Correct. Then it was cold. Then I found that man's body. Then I found out I was compatible with him. Then I used him. I never had a true goal past that. I was lost." There's a tinge of some emotion you can't quite make out. Disappointment? Self hatred? <<span class="mu-b">"I wish I could've been a useful Drone."</span>>
Ashley's expression softens when she hears the story. "I can relate. To the being lost part. Shit, I hardly remember my home district. I've been hopping around this fuckin' City to find...somethin'. I guess the band is the only thing I got besides this new job." She takes another swig of her drink. "Better than being with dad. Fuckin' J-Corp bootlicker."
[SEEKER OF THE CITY] J-Corp, an associate of the Head, is tasked with maintaining PEACE and ORDER in the City. They're the closest thing to an organized police force you can get.
"What, your dad was a police officer? That's kinda cool!" You try your best to lighten up the situation. Ashley gives you a nasty looking scowl in response.
"He was a cock. Simple as. I don't get why Nadir looked up to him." <<span class="mu-b">"...Maybe I should call them soon? It couldn't hurt."</span>>
"Sob stories and daddy issues? Yeesh." Lex grunts. "My life was boring as fuck until now. Wake up. Go to school. Go home. Study. All of that boring shit. This? This is the LIFE! Money, drinks, beating bitches up?" A half-laugh escapes him. "What else could you need?" <<span class="mu-b">"I guess friends are nice too. I wonder how that Alexis chick is doing?"</span>>
"A routine is something a man needs to stay sane." Quentin drones (heh) on. "All of us are slaves to it in some way."
"Says the fucking Drone." Lex dismissively responds. Quentin takes a moment to process the statement before nodding his head. "Fair enough. I am biased here. I will not deny that. Is it wrong, however?"
"Fuck, am I any different? I'm on a routine too." You muse. Though it's not like you have any better ideas on how to handle your life. How else do you make money?
