Talking about this was a hell of a lot easier than focusing on everything else going on lately. This was familiar, like a memory that Miah was just now remembering. Sure he wouldn’t be the first person to grace this place with drunken singing, although he’d probably be one of the better people at it. “At least it’ll change things up,” he answered with a shrug of his own, figuring that for the most part he played for himself and never really expected any kind of active audience. So people may not even notice.
“Well, that depends on what you consider mopey,” his set list was fairly diverse, and really he wasn’t prone to playing anything too mopey – dark mood or not. “Figured I’d start the set out with The Kooks Stormy Weather, and close with Coldplay’s The Scientist, either of those seem overly mopey to you?” Of course he had about six songs in between those two, but none of them were truly mopey either. Nobody could say that Miah was any kind of open book, but he didn’t hide things either, if a person asked him a straight question, they would receive a straight answer. But nobody had asked about his past yet, so he wasn’t advertising it.
If this was a real bar he would have expected to be cut off. But it didn’t have to adhere to laws, which mean it wasn’t likely anyone would bat and eye at his overindulgence for the night.
He tried to hide his reaction to Jace’s words, but his expressions slipped for just a moment, revealing the confusion and inner turmoil he was dealing with. “Can’t say I’m over the moon about the drama it’s stirred up,” in truth Miah didn’t dislike either thing, he just hated the way it had tipped everything on it’s head and now he was trying to find up from down. Hence the backsliding into old habits he thought he had shaken a long time ago.
One accidental overdoes was enough to keep him from going too far over the edge. Waking up with everyone he knew and mildly cared about thinking he had tried to kill himself had been the worst fucking feeling in the world. No, he would stop before he hit that point – or at least that’s what he told himself.
Chuckling slightly, Miah gave the other man a bit of a half smile. “You’d be doing that for the sake of the part patrons, admit it,” he wasn’t going to argue that he was fairly good at playing while drunk. Part of him didn’t really believe Jace was the type that would really prevent him from playing, even if he was intoxicated.