Ow.

"Ow," Miles groans, rubbing at the spot on his forehead that banged into the table. He looks over at the guy talking to him, then glances around the general area, hoping no one noticed.

Unfortunately, he's not that lucky, and even now, there are a few people casting disapproving glances in his direction. Maybe he should get some sleep tonight instead of checking out that shady place near the boardwalk.

"Sorry. Yeah, maybe," he says, "Late night."