Marco followed Kiley's gaze over to Jack, who was still just as drunk-looking as he had looked last time he'd checked. "Maybe I will," he muttered to himself. His smile went a little lopsided at Kiley's insistence on sugar highs. She was right, he was sure of it, but he still shrugged. "I guess it's just not what I'm used to," he decided, watching the cup bounce away. He briefly threw his hands up in the air, like she had just kicked a field goal.
"People have been really good about giving me both here. Some of the people here are really cool," he murmured. But he nodded with her, because yeah, he was going to mess it up. "If you're really gonna fuck up when you're trying not to fuck up, then what do you do?" he asked. "Because I've gotta tell you, I've been trying really fucking hard. So it's cool that it looks like I'm doing okay, because if it doesn't, I'm fucked because being human is fucking exhausting." He glanced around the room, knowing that when she asked if he had people here, she didn't specifically mean here. Still, Oliver was over with Edwin across the room, and he had thought that Juno was coming. He had no idea where Lennon was, and Erran was probably with his girlfriend... That was a good amount of people, though, right? He nodded absently as he looked to Kiley again. "Yeah, I guess I do. You do, too, right?"