[In a quiet setting, this would be a moment of uneasy silence. But noise cuts through it easily, making a momentary pause less awkward as he thinks about that for a moment. He knows some - enough to know there's less time for him there than there was here. Dead or lost.. neither was made clear.
Then, his shoulders dip down, and he lets his hand fall, loosely holding his drink.]
Sure isn't anything good there. Might as well stick around.
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Then, his shoulders dip down, and he lets his hand fall, loosely holding his drink.]
Sure isn't anything good there. Might as well stick around.
[There's just one good thing....]