*"Can't we have party without Myles getting a drunken concussion?"* Homer asked. 

Mitch laughed, gesturing to the room, where commotion was starting to stir. "Do you know who you're talking about?" he chuckled. 

Homer's next comment made Mitch turn just as he was about to enter the room. He gave a little half smile. "I know, don't worry." It made him feel better that his friend was so concerned, and he didn't intend to keep his bad relationship with Daniel a secret forever (besides, they could probably guess) but he didn't want to ruin the party by making it about him. This was about getting together after a while apart, laughing at Myles, and basically acting like the teenagers they had been so recently before. 

This in mind, Mitch returned to his spot by the dresser, however didn't sit. Instead, he put his drink and the makeshift ice pack on the dresser and knelt down to try and get a look under the bed from there, since Abigail had taken her spot by the bed. Turning his head almost upside down to look, he couldn't see anything; however, knowing that Myles could probably see him, he laughed and commented, "Smooth move, ladykiller." He had to wonder exactly *how* Myles managed to get under there, but maybe the slightly dented beer can on the floor nearby had a part in it. 

Either way, Mitch righted himself and sat back against the dresser, looking to Miriam. She looked like she was having too much fun to be up to anything good. He hadn't been able to hear the dare she'd assigned Abigail, but he had a pretty good idea of what it entailed. He didn't mention it, but gave her a mockingly accusatory look, struggling to keep a straight face in the midst of all the ridiculous things going on. What a way to lighten the mood.