Alex raised his eyebrows when she said her piece about people who talk too much. Well, she was right in a way, not that she would ever know. People could speculate all they wanted, but if the truth wasn't going to come out, then no one would ever know how dark those secrets really were. 

And she reminded him again that he shouldn't keep this on for too long. She was very troublesome. He had already exposed part of his rude side, one that he had kept separate from his school life. Not that she would tell anyone, she seemed to hate everyone. He wondered if she was part Finnish. She did seem to have that feel of "I hate everyone but I want life to be wonderful". He detested that sort of thinking. Either be morbid or be happy, it's a fucking disgrace to just sit on the fence. 

Tony returned, standing and washing his dishes with a rag of indiscernible color. He had an ugly sneer on his face.
"Not like you to bring a girl anywhere." he remarked, spitting in the glass before rubbing the spot out. Alex looked at him with a deadpan expression.
"What do you mean? It's not the first time I've brought a date."
"I said a girl, Middleton. Not one of those broads you have one-night stands with. My brother keeps me informed about your trips to his hotel. Says he hasn't seen you recently."
Alex shrugged.
"Girls haven't come to ask me out. Every teenager sleeps around a bit in this day and age. I'd stand out if I didn't. Teenagers also go through dry spells sometimes when they're heartbroken after a messy break up."
"I know what heart break is, Middleton. Never heard of lump-of-coal-break though. You're not shagging this one, are you?"
"No, actually. We just met today."
"Hasn't stopped you before."
"Your interest in my sex life is becoming increasingly disturbing, Tony. Unless you want me to help you lose a couple pounds the hard way, I suggest you back off." Alex snapped, eye twitching in annoyance.

Pushing his money across the counter, he walked to the front entrance, standing outside. Once out, he pulled his pack out, taking a smoke and finishing it in under a minute, using the stub to light a second one. Damn that nosy fat bastard. Who did he think he was? He was a larvae, a fucking maggot compared to him! Something about him just got under his skin, put him in a bad mood. One of these days, that lump of lard would get what he had coming.