"How about this?" Max asked, grinning like a fool. "I'll make one just for you. Which makes it all the more special, because there's only one in existence, and it's all yours." This was more like it. Heavy-handed philosophy and introspection were both very time-consuming and difficult. When you only existed a few hours out of every day while living in the closet of a time share, you didn't want to waste time with hard things that you didn't enjoy. You had to take what satisfaction you could get, and hold it tightly. Otherwise, you might begin to understand the grave hopelessness of your situation.
Crossing one leg over the opposite knee, he wiggled his foot and glanced at Vlad as he took in the surroundings. "Yeah, I think it's the 'pop' your shoes make when you take a step and the fact that I can smell that guy from all the way over here." He gestured with his elbow towards a man in his early forties, back hunched over a half-empty beer bottle.
A waitress approached, glancing between the two men. "What'll it be?"
Max frowned, considering this. "Uh, a Jack and coke. Please. With a straw. And a lime." At her deadpan, 'you can't be serious' expression, he grinned brightly. Oh, this was going to be a fun night.