At the question, Max grinned. "I did tech in college. It's weird to say that to someone who's used to pushing the lights buttons for the actors onstage." It was a flawless lie. If anything, Max was an incredible liar. He had to be. He could invent full histories for himself at the drop of a hat, because people could never know. The only problem, he just realized, was that he would have to remember these lies now if he wanted to maintain a friendship with Vlad.
Damnit. Friends were hard work.
He raised a brow as Vlad stood, promising to show the virtues of money. Leaning to the side, he watched as the other man flashed a handful of bills at the bartender before returning with their drinks. Eyes huge, Max took his drink - which was made to his exact specifications, much to his surprise - and stared at Vlad. "Are you serious? How much was that, are some crappy drinks in some dive bar worth it?" Incredulous, he shook his head. "Man. Let's see how it worked."
Picking up the glass, he took a drink. Instantly, he appreciated Vlad's sacrifice. Grinning, he set it down and looked at the other man. "Oh man that's strong!" He let out a small whoop, ignoring the odd looks as he took another sip. "You are awesome, let's get that straight."