"Oi!" I called out to Jace. He was standing dangerously close to the edge. One misstep and he would fall right down to the waiting audience below him.
He gathered quite a crowd already, and if it went on, he might go viral. And at this rate, Seven might get involved.
I'm sure he wouldn't want that. And neither did I.
Jace turned to face me; he burped loudly.
I saw the litters of beer cans he had consumed by his feet. There was an unfinished box of donuts and a bucket of fried chicken.
He was quite having a feast.
I scoffed.
"Are you trying to kill yourself?"
"What do you know? And why would you care?"
He chuckled, shaking his head. His body swayed, and the people watching below gasped in unison.
I approached him, reaching for his hand. He recovered his balance, smiling wistfully at me.
"Ah shoot," he mumbled, running a hand through his hair. "Even in my drunken stupor, all I can see is you. Tch."
