“dick. ” he cursed aloud -- but it was unclear whether he was talking about the confidential email he’d just read over from his fathers’ secretary, or the driver of the fucking honda civic that nearly took him out in the middle of the street. to be fair.. could’ve been both. still donning a pair of tinted frames as he barreled into the nearest dimly lit tavern he could find, in need of a little hair of the dog that bit him the night before. “ scotch. neat. ” more of a demand than anything. “ ah, ” his green hues peered out from behind the sunglasses. “ what are you doing in this shithole? ” he quickly turned back to the bartender who had just poured his drink. max crinkled his nose as if in place of an apology. “ no offense, but i mean.. ” @montereystarts
