"Really now? I just came here to get in, get out, and get a job. Not particularly in that order." Fox leaned back a bit in his seat. "I'm in sports, yeah. And by your fancy-pantsy little jacket, I'm guessing you too?"

Fox looked up as some guy jumped up on a table and made an announcement about a party. He couldn't help but grin a little as the guy was chased by some cop shortly after. Party, huh? While he did tend to avoid crowds, Fox had been to a generous portion of parties; it was never usually for socializing. Parties needed booze to really kick off. Fox had that booze. It was his business to sell it, and this was the perfect opportunity to do so. He smirked, eyeing the guy chased by the cop. Perhaps he found the perfect little trade partner.

Before he could ask Thalia if she was going, Thomas asked Fox to talk about...something.b

"Um...okay? Just don't stuff me in a white van or whatever," Fox answered. "And, um, thanks again, Thalia."