Micah took another drink. "Yeah, I can't blame 'em, but it's not like it's my fault, y'know?" He shrugged and set the glass down again. He'd noticed her hesitation toward the drink. "Not a big drinker?" he asked, rather than inquire as to why she hadn't just sent it back.
With a smirk, he nodded. "Yeah, avoid those. If you wanna hit up the east coast, I'd recommend Daytona or Orlando in Florida...or yeah, New York City, especially if you haven't been. Oh! Or Boston. In Massachusetts. All good places to check out. I've yet to see anything off the east coast," he admitted.
Shrugging, Micah pick up his glass again and took another drink. "You're alone on the ship? That'd explain being alone in the piano bar, which was what I meant. You and me both. To forced independence?" he offered playfully, holding up his glass.