“Great, so they’re still out there making us the minority.” At least Jace could count on that as a constant amongst everything else. Even if it wasn’t a happy or bright thought, it was still a constant. The one, terrible thing that didn’t seem to change. For good or bad.
Immune or not, he didn’t venture much outside of Sing Sing. He’d had his days of street roaming, and call him a pussy, but he liked the relative comfort and safety of walls. Plenty of mischief and entertainment inside of them. “They’d kick me right back off of security if I applied, or talked to whoever’s in charge,” he said with a shrug. “And running around with the zombies ain’t exactly my cup of tea. I like my bar, and the fact that I don’t have to risk being a zombie chew toy. The first bite hurt enough for a lifetime, thanks.”
Filling Noah’s glass again, he set the bottle on the bar. “I’m just gonna leave that here, take what you want. But, just a warning, we don’t have anyone that can haul your ass out of here right now.” Said mostly as a joke.