"I don't even know how many are here." Jake admitted. He hadn't interacted much because he and Niko couldn't stay out of bed, or his coffin, or anywhere. They were often riding around or doing something since they met. Or he was at work while everyone else was hanging out.

"He's not little." Jake turned around and looked to see if Niko was nearby. Though, Niko was shorter than Jake now that he thought about it. "He's a guitarist."

And then Jake's mind went to other things as soon as he thought about Niko. Every thought about the guitarist turned dirty eventually.

"Rum." Jake didn't often mind what it was mixed with.