There was a shrug. He felt quite old. How old was he technically to start with. That was a weird thought. Regardless, John scrunched his face at Kitty. "My heart is staying the minor size it is!" But the pat on the head made him smile. "Aw. Teach, that's so kind of you to say." Pyro feigned pride. "I just want to do so well. Is there anything I could do to earn some extra credit?" Pyro purred at her batting his lashes at her.
Okay. She won. She brought him back to a reasonable mood. Damn her.
Suddenly standing Pyro turned to walk through the open door into the back of his house. "You're right. Keep drinking." Pyro yelled back at her while he moved a few things around, and then came back with a simple boombox that he took from one of his door adventures. "We'll fix this..." He set the boombox down and went back in and came back with a cardboard box full of CDs in cases and set that right on Kitty's lap and stealing back the whiskey. "You pick the music."
Pyro found his spot back on his lawn chair taking a pull from the whiskey. Then he eyed his beer, and drank that. This was getting complicated quick. Double fisting a beer and an entire bottle of booze. John drank the remaining of the beer. There, problem solved. "Did you pick something out yet?" John inquiring already judging the lack of music being played.