"Mmkay," Tannusen literally does not allow himself to dwell on the times he's screamed for very not fun reasons and Trahearne's apparently been able to hear it. Nope. He's aware this drug has him standing right on the precipice of horrible spiraling awfulness, and he's doing a good job so far of leaning away from it. "We can ask the guys I had soundproof upstairs Velvet, if you want."

They'd clearly done damn good work.

And, Tannusen having contracted them to work on his gay dance club, they probably wouldn't be judgmental little shits about two guys wanting a bedroom locked down in the sound department. Nor surprised, with one of the guys being Tannusen.