Midvalley sat down hard on the floor. Well, well, he wasn't going to die tonight. Thanks to Jazz. He looked up at his companion and said, "I'm all right. Thanks for... saving my ass even though I opened that damn door."
He wasn't exactly all right; he had taken a pretty bad punch to the gut. That was one reason he wasn't chasing after Sal to confront him or find out what he was doing with Mitch. (He certainly cared a hell of a lot more about Mitch than Sal right now.) And why the saxophone was dangling uselessly around his neck.
[OOC: I wanted Midvalley to have one last post, I hope that's OK?]