"I'd call it, uh, Chapter three-- Two. Sorry. Uh... Um... Billiard... room... No! Call it On the Bar. Because I'm on the bar." Marco, who had been making large, uncoordinated arm gestures as he gave the imaginary chapter a title, finished up by patting a hand on the bar, as if Jaime hadn't figured out what it was. As he did, he rediscovered the cigarette, making roughly the same excited noise as he picked it up again and took another drag.
"I never left California, or, uh, like the LA area, mostly. Or if I did, then I don't know about it though. So, yeah." He smirked at the idea that she should call somebody to help him. "Who ya gonna call?" He quietly added "Ghostbusters!" before he grinned widely at the idea of dying of alcohol poisoning. Of all the ways he could die, that seemed unlikely.