Brodie sniggered. Yeah, he couldn't drink enough to get shitfaced without getting physically sick of drinking so many fluids way before. It was both a gift, and a curse.
"Excuse me," He said, and climbed off the pool to get his phone. He set it on the edge and climbed back into the pool. "Sorry, I got a text. Well, I guess I'll see you guys perform in a few days, then." He shrugged sadly, while tapping on the keys without really looking. "We're only doing this one show, which I think is a waste. I'd gladly play most days like you."