[Out by the lake
Max makes plans.]
A few minutes later, when he walks back into the bar, Max has a grin on his face that is somewhat incongruous when it one realizes that his glass is empty. Why would he smirk so broadly if he's out of alcohol?
He saunters over to a couch by the fire and settles into it. Then he waves down a waitrat for a refill. Then he leans back to lose himself in his dirty thoughts. Not that he'll mind an interruption. As long as it doesn't take more than about an hour, anyway.