At Vlad's reaction, Max laughed. "No, not really. But it's so cool how you believed me right there. It means you think I could actually pull that off, and I have to say, I'm preening a bit." He gave the other man a razor grin as he stepped past him into the bar, tossing a "thanks!" over his shoulder.
The bar was fairly sparse as it was a Monday night. Only the hardened regulars were there, their faces already starting to melt from the massive amounts of alcohol in their system. Max took it upon himself to choose a table for them, picking one fairly out of the way. After all, their conversation would almost inevitably cover topics that no drunken lunatic should ever hear.
Max flopped into a chair, cracking his knuckles before resting his hands behind his head and leaning back until he could feel the chair's front legs lift off the ground. "Man. Nice dive. I've been in a lot of dives, and this one just...it speaks to me, I think." He wore a jokingly regal expression. "What'd you think? Is it the sticky floors or the depressing drunk people that really scream 'me'?"