Max was idly crumpling and uncrumpling an envelope in his hand as he strode into the bar.
"What will get me hammered the fastest?" he asked as he reached the bar proper. His voice was calm, but it was the sort of deceptive calm that people got when they were dangerously close to the edge.
"A hammer," Jack replied promptly because he had no sense of self-preservation sometimes, "but also something called Everclear, I believe. Would ye like the entire bottle?"
Jack nodded toward the blond vampire in the VIP section like the shameless modder I am. "He won't let me drink on the clock, mate, but thank ye for the offer."
Max drops the envelope onto the counter, the little red "Delivery Failure Notification" stamp visible. He grabbed the bottle, twisted the top off, and took a long swing.
The bottle hits the bar a second later and Max coughs a couple of times, but shrugs. "I wish," he croaked before grabbing he bottle again and taking another long drink.
"What will get me hammered the fastest?" he asked as he reached the bar proper. His voice was calm, but it was the sort of deceptive calm that people got when they were dangerously close to the edge.
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Max paused for a moment, considering.
"I don't need a glass, unless you want one for yourself." Max could share. As long as there was enough of this Everclear, at least.
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But that was okay, Max was comfortable drinking alone.
Especially tonight.
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Barbossa.
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The bottle hits the bar a second later and Max coughs a couple of times, but shrugs. "I wish," he croaked before grabbing he bottle again and taking another long drink.
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And, presumably, everything else.
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Jack was a little confused by this concept, yes.
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It wasn't his money.
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He had not.
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