Shifting his weight backwards, the Nobody managed to lean against the bar again, and off of the musician. He didn't answer Demyx, but instead settled his head on his arm on top of the bar, leaning one ear to the ceiling. The music in the background seemed to be giving him a headache even worse than last time, but it didn't hurt. It was almost enjoyable, this time.

"I'm insulted you would even imply my taste is bad." He tried taking hold of his empty glass with his free hand, but missed. Frowning, he tried again. This time he managed to grab it for a split second before it somehow careened off the counter and landed on the other side of the bar counter, breaking with a small crash.

The bartender glared. Marluxia tried shrugging. It wasn't his fault, if that's what the blonde-haired thing was trying to imply.

Marluxia continued speaking as if he hadn't just broken a probably expensive shot glass. "You have your drink now, so I believe I don't owe you anything more."