Axel hummed under his breath, but his attention already started to drift back to the party around him. It was strange, considering how much he hated people. He treated them poorly, pushed them away, then pulled them close again with a coy smile to hide all his weaknesses. No matter how much he turned up his nose, he never lacked for people to fill his home when he felt self-destructive enough for it. Adding one more person wouldn't make any difference. "Sure, whatever. We can talk. It would be about Jayde wouldn't it?" he added with a snort.

A glass clinked nearby and he realized someone dumped a homemade margarita on the table next to him and got accosted almost immediately. He took the drink himself and downed it. He heard the words Harlan said but they ceased to matter deeply under the influence of the alcohol. He wanted to come and talk about Jayde, then let him. No point in talking over the phone. "Well, if that's it, I'll talk to you when you get here. And try to dress to have fun!" he exclaimed before hanging up, letting himself slide across the couch with his now empty drink. Yep, tonight was a perfect night to self-destruct. He'd just have to wait until after Harlan left.