»opulence{miles kane x alex turner}

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this is also hideously long bc i both wanted to make it up to you and am awful at holding back on detail

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Miles had disappeared again.

Alex only realised when he looked up from his phone and his eyes fell on the unbroken flamboyance of the hotel foyer. Confusion gave way to mild annoyance when he saw the empty bar stool next to him. It was their second day in Chicago, and they'd spent the majority of it in the bar in the hotel lobby for want of something better to do, since there was nothing to do to pass the day, but they had plans for later.

Well, Alex had spent the majority of the day in the bar- Miles had been darting off at every possible opportunity; outside or to the toilets or the corner to make another of the countless phone calls that had been plaguing him since he'd opened his eyes this morning. There had been no explanations and no excuses, and as a result the two of them hadn't had a proper conversation all day that had lasted more than fifteen minutes, and Alex only sighed when he realised he'd been left on his own again. He was definitely attracting looks from the bar staff that bordered on concern- a lone man downing too many martinis considering it was barely past eleven in the morning, accompanied by someone who never bothered excusing himself.

Alex wasn't entirely sure how he felt about Miles at the moment. After the incident on the balcony last night, they'd been mostly quite quiet through the rest of their meal. Of course they'd spoken- Miles had recounted several tales of his escapades in drugs trafficking (possibly in an attempt to put him off tagging along) and the day he'd met Jamie, but it seemed as though they were talking for the sake of it. Thinking about the situation but not doing anything about it was a line that was wearing thin. Throughout the night they'd polished off most of the whisky back in the hotel room, and then they'd gone to sleep in their separate beds with confusion choking the both of them.

Alex finished his drink with a slight wince- it contained far too much vodka for the time of day it was- just as Miles made a sudden, haphazard and unannounced reappearance from the toilets. There was something off about him today, something that Alex couldn't quite put his finger on, but something that refused to settle properly in both his mind and his stomach. Miles had a wild look in his eyes that Alex hadn't seen before, almost a predatory gleam that glinted in the cool lighting of the foyer as the Kane crossed back to the bar, shaking out his wet hands in an almost frenzied manner. Miles was always overdramatic, but the manner in which he threw himself back onto the barstool was incredible. Dressed so head to toe in black clothing that clung to him minutely made the manner in which he threw himself around remarkably reminiscent of a spider.

"Are you okay?" Alex asked with almost genuine concern tainting his words, though only received a sniff in response.

"I'm fucking stressed," Miles deadpanned loudly-  too loudly for present company, and Alex cringed on his behalf as he was shot several disapproving looks from the several other businessmen dotted around the foyer bar. Breaks of etiquette like that didn't tend to come from Miles, so Alex reasoned that he must actually be very 'fucking stressed' in order to be unconcerned with the blow that his behaviour dealt to his image. He carried on speaking without being asked, Alex silently praying that he wasn't going to swear again.

"I've had to make about a million phone calls," he said, sounding disgusted as he itched his nose with the back of his hand. There was something unsettlingly unfocused about Miles and his unusually sloppy way of sitting and worked-up way of talking. Alex had learned not to question anything he did or the way he behaved, because it was entirely probable that there was some unwanted truth behind it and equally likely that there was no reason at all.