Max: ugh. Rochelle. always doing her own damn thing. Who does she think she-
[door slams open]
Proffesor: UHHH- Good evening kids! Got stuck in traffic… my cat died… and then i had to stop for a drink. uhh let's see what you got there
Proffesor: ah, Rochelle!
Max: I-
Proffesor: OUTSTANDING work as always! you got a bright future ahead!
Max: but--
Proffesor: uh… where's our coffee machine at?
Max: ugh.
Max: hate this dumb stupid class.
Guy: so what did you do then?
Max: well i left early. Then went back to my dorm to have a rage induced shower. Then i got bored for a couple hours because my roommate was being dorky somewhere else, and now i'm here.
Max: by the way, i don't think i've ever seen you before
Guy: oh yeah- i'm a transfer?
Max: question mark?
Guy: ah it's just-- i suck at talking
Max: i can tell. so what are you doing in a place like this?
Guy: my friend works here and… yeah
Max: your friend.
Bartender: yes. aaand that's not a guy you wanna catch, dude.
Bartender: i've served absinthe to this one hundreds of times and believe me, that's the only thing he doesn't treat like a one night occurrence.
Max: UGH shut up.
Bartender: I'm just trying to do my friend a favor
Guy: hey, it's okay. shit happens.
Guy: i'll be right back
Bartender: damn. i've known him for years but you bat your pretty eyes for fifteen minutes and he stops listening to me
Max: fuck you.
Bartender: oh come on. i'm not wrong
Max: well you didn't have to humiliate me like that
Bartender: fine, yes. I'm sorry, 'kay?
Max: yeah, yeah.
Max: y'know, i was thinking we could crash at your place when your shift ends?
Bartender: Max. i wouldn't do that to him-
Max: i mean the three of us, stupid.
Bartender: …oh.
