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Dare night had been some time ago now, but that did not mean that Al didn't recognize Lysander right away, even from behind. That ridiculously long black hair pulled up in a man bun was probably a trademark already for whatever business he felt he was conducting on this island.

He sidled right up and threw himself down on the seat next to him. “Hey there,” he greeted while peering out the glass at the deep dark ocean. If dare night was any indication, he was sure this was going to be fun. Though without the booze...

Al shook his head forlornly. “No drinking or drugs when you're on duty.” He swung a messenger bag that was hanging from his side around into his lap and eagerly unclasped it. “They didn't say s**t about other vices though.”

There was a distinct crinkling of plastic packaging as he shifted a few things around to remove a package of Double Stuffed Oreos and peeled back the wrapping to take one for himself. He tilted the opening to Lysander so he could take his pick. “Oreo?”

To be fair to Lysander, Al did have certain supplies in that bag that were not food related, but they were most certainly not intended for screwing random duty partners.

Al laughed as Lysander basically plucked off half the package of little biscuits drowned in icing. Why was he even remotely surprised anyway?

"Man, save some room for real food."

By real food, he meant the half a messy meatball sub that he was now carefully unwrapping from parchment paper - while using the remaining Oreo package as a pseudo plate in his lap. He took a hearty bite from the end he exposed and chewed it while eyeing a small school of fish in the distance.

It was apparent he had no plans of sharing everything.

Al chewed his bite and swallowed .... then took a second bite, after which he finally addressed Lysander at all. "Chill out, you'll get all kinds of s**t soon enough. The bar sells stuff like this anyway. Like chicken wings. Maybe you can barter at the bar for some?" He eyed the sub thoughtfully. "In any case I'm no having my lunch just cause I got paired up with someone who's too cheap for takeout and too lazy to make anything himself."

To that he took another sloppy bite of his meal.

The entire situation seemed to escalate very quickly to spiraling out of control. He stared at Lys as he very blatantly hovered over the alarm that could cause a pretty immediate chaos if tampered with. Part of him wanted to call his bluff, the other part didn't have the energy to deal with any of this s**t.

"Do you really want my cooties that badly?" He hazarded.
"I mean, my mouth has been all over this thing."

"Then don't ******** act like you're five then," he replied in exasperation. "Adults ask for s**t, maybe I would have been okay sharing if you asked like an adult? I mean, it's not like I didn't JUST ******** SHARE MY COOKIES with you or anything."

He approached Lysander, sub in hand, and he tore it in half. He looked at Lysander, then the sub, then at Lysander again before giving both halves a lewd exaggerated lick and then offering him one. "There you go."