"Join the goddamn club, kid." Miller shakes his head. If Holden isn't even going to try to get up to speed, he doesn't know what he's supposed to do here. And for once, the alcohol really wasn't cutting it. He gets up, only sways a little bit, and offers Holden a two-fingered salute as he attempts to bail. "3-20. If you need something... go anywhere except 3-20." And if Holden will let him get away with it, that's exactly where he's headed for the duration of the night.