Jun 19, 2017
@maxphillips
Cam’s mouth hung agape and his eyebrow crooked upward as he glared across the bar at Max. “Seriously, dude? How many years have we known each other?” The boy didn’t even need to look around the bar to know that it was a slow night. He could have easily been served a drink without anyone being none the wiser, but Max was apparently not going to let it slide. He sighed and reclined into his bar stool but didn’t take his glare off of the man across the bar. “I had even said please, too.”