It took a lot to surprise Jace, so Miah admitting that he’d had a habit of drunkenly performing wasn’t enough to raise his eyebrows. Instead, he shrugged at statement. “Could be,” he replied. Wouldn’t have been the first time that someone got it in their head to do that in the Horsemen. The karaoke machine routinely made it’s way from the rec room to the bar –most times by Jace himself-, so drunken serenades weren’t really a new thing.
“All I gotta ask is that you stay away from the real mopey stuff,” he cracked a smile and fidgeted with the half empty bottle sitting on the bar. There weren’t a lot of people in the bar, so he didn’t have much else to do. It wasn’t dead, but it wasn’t packed out either. It rarely was. “Not gonna waste the space on my phone if that’s gonna be the set.” He’d never talked a lot with Miah before, so it was a little enlightening to hear all the things that he was saying. Jace had always assumed he was just a science geek who played around with music. Turned out he was legit, with a dependency issues and all.
A good bartender would cut him off before things got out of control.
“What? You don’t like people coming back from the dead and murder plots?” he asked, a note of sarcasm in his words. Before Miah opened his mouth, Jace had already guessed the answer would be no. He had that look about him. The one that said without words you were looking at someone looking to forget for a while.
Another reason that Jace should probably cut Miah off before he needed to be carried out of the bar. Or, you know, alcohol poisoning. Zach liked him well enough, since he was the supplier of booze, but he didn’t think that the medics would love having to try and figure out how to fix something like that.
He didn’t really want to find out either.
“If you can’t tell how many fingers I’m holding up in ten minutes I don’t think I’m gonna let you near that guitar of yours, just saying,” he informed, grin still in place. Not like he’d actually hold to it. He wasn’t an enforcer.