miles baines: riff-raff! street rat! (mimicks) wrote in emillion,
Ari/Miles/Audrey/Open -- After dark
"I'm sure we can work around your fight. Keep me informed, let me know when it is." His voice was pitched low and discreet, all the better to not be overheard by nearby prying ears. And despite the copious amounts of wine that he'd consumed, Miles' demeanour seemed nearly unaffected – he absorbed the alcohol unruffled, and it simply fed into his usual exuberant theatrics.
"But!" The mime waggled a finger in midair, now shoving the wine bottle into the sand, twisting it back and forth until it could stand upright untended. "We'll save the shop talk for another day, and more private settings. Ari should regale us with some songs. It's been a while since I've heard a lovely voice. That harpy, you don't even know..."
Miles gave an exaggerated grimace, leaning back in the sand and resting his weight against his palms. (Something felt right about this: the joking, the pestering, the wrangling of these two like irritating little sisters. He was Home, at last.)