Date: March 20, 2011
Characters: Max Stuary, Ciaran Bell
Location: burger joint
Status: Private
Summary: A little b-ball action and some manly meal bonding.
Completion: Incomplete
Max figured being sweaty in a burger joint wasn't the worst faux pas he could commit, so after a good hour of play, he and Ciaran, who met on occasion, went to grab an early dinner. He'd been brushing up on some rusty skills and had fairly consistently wiping the floor with Ciaran, but the man seemed okay with it, laughing it off and steadily improving.
"Pretty soon you're going to be able to block my layups without me knocking you on your ass." Max joked, holding the door s they entered, gym bag in tow. "Course, by the time summer rolls around, I'm going to have to join that swanky new gym my friend Ruth works for, so I can play without melting."
He looked at the menu. "So, any good flights lately?"