Ziggy laughs at the rubbing. "I don't wear the cheap shit that wears off."

Ziggy's energy is all happiness right now and the talk of music gets him thinking but he shakes his head. "I'm still here and it's still a party. Do you need a drink? You need a drink."

Ziggy hasn't let go of the hug, is still managing to drink and not make a mess.

Tommy finally breaks into the faintest hint of a smile. "It looks like he wants the influence to be there. I think you may have lost him for the night. Do you need a drink?"

Tommy is pouring another glass of gin but watching the two out of the corner of his eyes. The psychic influence certainly wasn't going to calm down with that going on.