Miles sat back down as Rabastan saw himself out. He said no more, just giving a nod and a curt but polite smile, watching as he left, closing the door behind him.
He didn't bother taking down the privacy charm, it would look silly if he did now. "Fuck!" he said to the think air, pulling up the bottle and pouring a rather hefty shot, taking a swig.
Rabastan seemed to make it out to be some sort of privilege and honour to be doing this - Miles just realised the scope of what he was asked to do. What happened to the days when he just got some sort of job to rough a few guys up, or set fire to a building.
He was in deeper than ever now, and he was completely fucked. Sitting there, he took a few minutes before hearing the noise of the crowd. Damn, they were going to need him out there, and he figured it would be just his luck for Rabastan to hang around and watch.