“Least it’s something,” Jace countered. Sure, people dying, people coming back from the dead and outside people trying to cause trouble weren’t what Jace would call a good time, but at least they weren’t left staring at the walls wondering what the hell they were going to do. “I mean, what else are we gonna do? Personally I don’t want to hear all the whining on the ‘net when shit gets boring around here.” He would probably be the first in line, all told, if that happened.
Jace gave him a dubious look. “Says you,” he replied. “I’ve heard awesome singers sound like shit when they’re toasted. Add to it the necessity to multitask and you’ve got a train wreck.” He tapped his fingers on the bar, not intentionally being combative. “And, you know, there’s always a first time for everything.”
Ah, yep, there was that familiar lack of tracking with a conversation. It had come on kind of sudden, but Jace could roll with it. “The bleeding, man,” he explained. “You get up there, forget what song you’re starting with, get confused and play some train wreck-y piece of shit and people’s ears are going to bleed all over the place.” He probably wasn’t making sense to Miah, but whatever, it was an explanation and it was his.
“Hey, quick, worse thing you’ve done hungover.” Because Miah saying it wasn’t the worst thing he’d done had triggered the urge to know what was. He looked like the kind of guy that could get himself involved in some scrapes. “Or craziest. Whichever you remember first.” Drunk people were a fun time when you got them going, so long as they weren’t maudlin drunks. That made them less fun. "And just so you know, I'm thinking I might cut you off soon," he added conversationally, like it wasn't a big deal. But he liked the guy, and he was already slurring like he was on the way to sleeping for a week.