Completely uncaring that he'd just butchered one of his favorite songs, he shrugged one shoulder and smirked. "Bet no musicians are alive anymore. Bunch of pansy-ass motherfuckers couldn't survive one day without their Hollywood handouts." He paused. "'Cept maybe Ted Nugent. He's probably killing every motherfucker that comes his way." Only problem was that Brandon couldn't stand the guy.
He couldn't help but notice Mike's distraction, and he arched an eyebrow at him, tilting his head like he was asking him what was up. But Silas just as quickly distracted him with the mention of being "abandoned" in the infirmary.
"Hey, fuck you. I brought you shit. They wouldn't let me bring booze in. Said it was bad for you or whatever, so stop being a pussy and holding that shit over my head," Brandon chided right back, pointing his finger at his friend knowingly.
The mention of the newtube thing brought Brandon's attention back to Mike, who still looked like he was a hundred thousand miles away. "Well we gotta make it good. It can't be run of the mill shit or whatever. We gotta put on a show, because everyone knows how much people will bitch if it's boring." Taking a pull from his drink as he thought, he felt his mouth quirking into a wry grin.
"Why don't you two give the ladies a show. Y'know, dress down a little bit."