When Mitch conked him with the bottle he let out a "HhhheeEEEYYYY" and waved his arms erratically, trying to reach Mitch with grabby fingers. "THAT WAS RUDEEE." He slurred and pointed an accusatory finger at Mitch. He scooped up a discarded paper cup on the bed and whipped it at him, but it only floated back towards the ground. Myles huffed and adjusted his genie cap and stuck his tongue out at the door Mitch had exited.

Myles impatiently rolled about on Savrina's bed. His legs kicked up in the air and his arms flailed, the sense of shame having left his mind. "MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA." He seemed to screech like a ten year old. His father-like demeanor was all but gone when he succumbed to liquor. When asked by Mercy, the hard smell of vodka on her breath, if he's the only person there. "Naw." He gurgled, pointing gesturing with an exaggerated motion to Abigail and Mimi, Homer having left.

He rolled over onto his stomach, resting his elbows on the bed and his chin in his hands. His eyes were wide, foggy from the beer, but awake. A grin was plastered on his face, created by a remark from Mimi. "YEAH, KISSSSS muah muah muah..." With his two hands he squeezed his cheeks together, making a fish/kissy face. He creepily licked his lips together, and in that moment the can of beer flew towards his head. With slowed senses and a bad reaction time already, the can squarely hit him in the face. Myles let out a groan and slipped to the floor face first. 

He flailed again, not unconscious, just disoriented. "THAT HURT SAV." With two hands he held his bleeding nose, and rocked back and forth, eventually rolling all the way under the bed, screaming a "Fuuuuuuuckkkk!" as he rolled. Not to mention his head hit the bed frame when he did make his way under. Ouch.