Yeah pretty much =)
“Consider it done,” he smiled, but then snorted laughter and rolled his eyes. Him? Sugarcoating things? Absurd. That at least, hadn't changed.“Don't worry, I'm sure it'll be more than colourful. Maybe I'll owl you a copy so you know what they're getting. Although I suppose they'd probably show you anyway.” He paused, apparently to weigh the difference. “Maybe I won't send you a copy. Let it be a surprise.” There was that playful smirk again.
Yes, those last words on the train, their last few minutes together had been all too confusing and it probably did contribute to their brief moment of awkwardness. In fact, his mind was also on that last kiss, all over again. It popped up at seemingly random moments when he was supposed to be focusing on other things. And just now? He might have blushed had he not been so laid back for the night, with a glass of firewhiskey in him to calm his nerves already. But there was something in him that wanted to talk about it. He was eighteen months out of his last long term relationship, and while he used various excuses, whether it be work or simply things not working out, he always suspected there was another reason. The fact was, he didn't really want that — them — to be over. Especially not when they hadn't really given each other a chance. Not that they would have worked back then. He'd been young, a teenager so sure that he knew everything and unwilling to budge. He thought he'd learned a bit of humility since then, and although he was still a bit too stubborn for his own good sometimes, he was more willing to look at things from different perspectives now.
Not that he was really aware of much of that. He wanted to talk about it yes, but he wasn't sure why. He still had problems really examining his emotions some times, and this happened to be one of those instances.
“Not particularly. It's a marketing thing, though.” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, leaning on it against the bar. “Some other company signed someone else a few weeks ago and their single's set to come out at the end of next week. So, they're trying to get something new out before anyone else, which is me. Except they're only giving me a day to do it.” He frowned slightly. It wasn't particularly fair, no. But he figured he could prove his mettle if he could get the entire first single done tomorrow. “I'll probably be in the studio well past midnight, but it'll get done. And it'll be good. After that, I'll have more time to get the album out. The single is just going to be rushed.” He shrugged. “It's just like when you have to compete with another reporter to get a story out first, you know? It's just a race sometimes.”
Yes, there was a fair amount of alcohol involved in most of his gigs. He mostly ended up playing at clubs and sometimes a few bars. But either way, most of the people there were more or less smashed. And while he'd been pissed off at the time, he had gotten a song out of it, and it made for a good story. “Yeah, it wasn't even empty. Idiot he was, wasting half his drink on me.” He was playing at a joke, but there was the slightest undertone of bitterness. There was still a scar from the incident, but it was small and relatively unimpressive. It'd been healed with magic, so the only residual evidence of the event was the half inch long white line just above his right eyebrow where he'd had to pull a shard of glass out. He didn't really want to share the grisly details of that, or how often he had to dodge the odd bottle every now and again. She already sounded mildly concerned. Katherine....concerned. But James pushed that away as well.
He had a moment of worry, and was just about to tell her to nevermind before she flat out told him 'no'. He was spared though, and he couldn't help but really smile when she agreed. He couldn't explain the sudden upwelling of - could this be happiness? - in his chest. But he decided not to linger on it, impatiently waving his hand at her rather weak objections. “I'll be fine. It's not as though I have to get up early or anything.”