Chuckling slightly, Miah figured he couldn’t fault Jace for that opinion. “Haven’t you ever heard of mad scientists, man?” He wasn’t going to admit to the numerous times he had ran experiments while intoxicated in some way or another, he didn’t figure that would be at all comforting to know. “Nah, think I’d be the only one to run experiments wasted, the rest of ‘em are way too professional for that,” sure Ellie had been nearly as wild as him back in college, but she hadn’t been the kind of reckless that he was. Someone had once labeled him as having a death wish, which wasn’t the case, but he could understand why a person would think that.
Wild child probably didn’t even begin to cover what Miah had been, and what he could still become again, he supposed. His mind drifted back to the bottle in his pocket. Had he already begun the descent back into that lifestyle? “Okay, gotta give you that one, man,” sure Miah had had a habit of going MIA on his dad, but sooner or later he always let the man know where he was. “Broken bones happened, but I don’t embarrass, so only wound up with one out of two.” He wasn’t gloating about the latter, it was just fact – embarrassing Miah was nearly impossible and always had been.
“Sounds like that was for the best,” It sparked an idea in Miah though. His balance wasn’t shit, and tight rope walking between buildings could be interesting, or at least a distraction from all the shit going on lately.
In moments like this it was fairly obvious Miah was a relaxed kind of guy. He couldn’t fault Jace for the warning, after all it was his job to make sure the people of Sing Sing didn’t over indulge, or at least that they didn’t kill themselves with alcohol poisoning. “Really? I thought you just liked the look,” he remarked with a half smirk. “A couple more minutes isn’t going to lessen the whole words stringing together thing,” Miah pointed out, well aware of the fact that he was just this side of winding up talking nonsense.