“Judging you for the Coldplay, but nah, none of that sounds like emo-mope music,” Jace conceded. He wasn’t going to veto the Coldplay, even if it wasn’t to his taste, ‘cause hey, music was music. And who was he to mess with the man who was trying to get rid of some demons, or drown himself or whatever the hell it was that Miah was doing.
And there was a flash of something. So, apparently all the crazy that was coming at them in droves was weaseling itself into Miah’s psyche, or at least messing him up a little. Wait, he was tight with that Ellie chick, who had a thing going with that David dude that had shown back up; things were starting to slide into place a little in Jace’s head. But hey, none of his business, and to be honest he didn’t want to get in the middle of whatever drama they had going. He’d listen to it, but being an active participant, no thanks, not his deal. “Least it makes this place exciting,” he countered with a shrug. “If we didn’t have that we wouldn’t have nothing to talk about.”
“Hey, if you make ears bleed I gotta clean it up,” he pointed out with a shrug. “So I’d mostly be doing it for my sake.” But Miah was still stringing sentences together, so not that far gone yet. Nothing to worry about.
Unless he really got to thinking he wanted to drown whatever sadness/weirdness/etc he had going with the Sing Sing drama. Which, whatever, that would be his choice too.
“Or, if you really wanna play I’ll let you do it, but then you’re coming back here tomorrow to clean up the mess.” He wasn’t big on threats either. No one took him seriously, and he didn’t really ask them too either. “That would be a fucking blast with a hangover.” He fidgeted with the bottle again, finally setting it back behind him until it looked like Miah would want a refill. Which, the way the evening was going, that was pretty damn likely. Jace could tell things like that.