“Then I guess I better not tell you I’ve played pop music before,” Miah tossed out in response to Jace’s comment about Coldplay. “I do steer clear of the emo stuff, though.” Because really most people didn’t come out to be depressed by a set. Over the years he had gathered quite an array of music he could play, never being all to picky as to what he listened to. Today was going to be one of those days in which he played what he wanted, using it as an escape.
Pouring out his heart to a bartender had never been his style, hell, he was fairly certain that besides Ellie he didn’t have a single person in his life he felt at all comfortable talking about personal shit with. It just wasn’t in him to talk about his inner most thoughts, never had been, and probably never would be. Plus, everyone was dealing with his or her own shit lately, so even if he had wanted to talk – he wouldn’t go unloading on someone who probably already had enough personal baggage. “Not sure that’s the kind of excitement this place needs,” maybe it was old habits seeping back in, but Miah’s idea of an exciting or interesting time definitely wasn’t dealing with all this drama. “And seems people always find something to talk about.”
Quirking an eyebrow up, Miah gave the other man a look. “I’ve never made a single person’s ears bleed, sober or otherwise,” a little bit of pride was evident in his voice. He was a damn good musician, and yeah, he was prideful of that. “Well, at least you admit it’d be for a selfish reason,” he commented with a faint smirk. “But you’re not going to be needing to do it.”
By now Miah wasn’t entirely sure how many drinks he had had, enough to know that his reflexes had slowed and everything was feeling just this side of distant. Which was what he had been seeking, a way to feel less weighed down.
“How would my playing create a mess?” It was a sign that he wasn’t entirely sober anymore, the fact that he couldn’t ascertain what Jace was implying here. “I’ve done worse with a hangover,” Like taking half his finals sophomore year of high school – now that had been awful.