"Fuck." So he had to back down? All that energy and nowhere to go. Well, he supposed he was going to eat chicken so ... whatever. Jonathan inhaled slowly and then rubbed his hands over his face, taking a few moments to recenter before nodding sheepishly. Then he looked at Edward again and sighed, not sure why he wasn't dying tonight but he guessed that was the decision he had made. "Let's do it then. Let's go."

He stood up, a little shaky on his feet - one was not supposed to drink when high on this shit but Jonathan always did his own thing. He shoved his hands in his pockets and looked at Edward.

"At least I made cash tonight." So there was that. "I like birds too."