Re: The Disaffected/The Entertainer
Miles sat there and didn't miss his youth. He didn't often sit and drown in his own lamentations, but he was as far from it as a person could come just at the moment. He didn't recall ever feeling as curled shoulders as Nicky was, but he knew it was a common thing in youth. His crowds were older and were drowning in regrets of a different kind. He just strummed all his woes out with cracked and bleeding fingers nightly and drank the rest away. Anything left over he fucked out of his system. He drank his drink, scuffed blood off his shoes idly against the base of the bar. He listened and let lyrics well up. He could get a good song from this. Not from the stopped train or the blood on his boots, but from Nicky.
"I think that's my cue," he said at the dad comment. Wasn't in the mood to feel old or like his best days were gone. Thirties weren't bad, and hopefully Nicky would get there and realize the same. He pushed to his feet and nodded toward the bar. "Thanks for the drink," he said, intending to push off until Nicky said that bit about being too stubborn. "I know you think I'm too old to get it, but I'll tell you this, Nicky. Being stubborn about shit doesn't get you anything. There are things to take a stand about in this life, but don't cut off your nose to spite your face."