Call: Max Stuart

[jayshawoddball]

Date: 3 Feb 2011
Characters: Jay Shaw, Max Stuart
Location: The magical cellular towers
Status: Private
Summary: Jay is going to drag Max with him to the dancing on Sat.
Completion: Incomplete

Comments

[max_stuart]

"Hey. Not yet. Why, got a movie you wanted to go see?" He said, relaxing in front of the fireplace, book in his lap and homework strewn all around.

[jayshawoddball]

"Nope. Going out with a group of people to a salsa club. You should come too, meet some new people, dance, that kind of thing." Jay replied with a grin.

[max_stuart]

"Salsa's what you eat with chips. They gonna have chips there?" He teased. "And since when have I ever struck you as the dancing type? Remember that one time I had too many beers and got stuck in the crowd trying to cross the dance floor? Not pretty, man."

[jayshawoddball]

"They have beer and I need a wingman." Jay quipped. "And yeah they probably do have some kind of chips there.You don't have to dance."

[max_stuart]

"Wingman, eh? This part of that Bro Code?" Max snorted. "Alright, but you're driving. Only way I will dance is after enough shots that I don't care." It'd be a celebration, since Ruth was moving out that day, and they could get back to being friends.

[jayshawoddball]

"Absolutely. And sure, pick you up around seven?" Jay asked, grinning widely. "Tequila shots and a pretty girl will make a dancer out of you, my friend."

[max_stuart]

"Sounds good. Just make sure this imaginary hot chick doesn't wipe the floor with me." He laughed.

[jayshawoddball]

"Will do, my friend, will do. See you Saturday then." Jay said before he hung up the phone, smiling widely to himself.