Miles made a face, but sighed and sipped the coke. It was better than nothing, after all. And at the mention that this Gwen was even older, Miles felt a little awkward but nodded. "But I'm not like the youngest here...am I?" He really hoped that wasn't the case. That would be weird. Weirder. Things were weird enough already!
"My own place??" He didn't even think about that, but...yeah. Yeah! That might not be so bad. No roommate, and no mom to tell him to go to bed. "And what kinda phone? I have a phone- it just doesn't work."
Miles looked around the bar again. Most of the furniture looked cobbled together and he was almost afraid to ask any more questions. He was tired. Taking another drink of soda, Miles dared to ask. "Maybe I can stay with you? Just the first night or two. Would that be cool?"