"Only because when I'm a little drunk your ass seems to be in my face to admire," Heath contended, taking another drink. "Why is that? I mean, you're sober when we're shitfaced. You think we'd be the ones dancing around without pants on, but I definitely remember something in Paris...."
He sat up from the recline he'd been in a little more serious as he watched Gideon pick out the song. "Just use the tip of your finger on the fret, mate." He could mock him, but he'd known Gid since he was eleven, he had a vested interest now in making sure he could do what he wanted to do.