"No, sir, I did not," he said definitively. "Acting is for the shiny people. I like to sit back, watch it all pan out, out know?" And that wasn't entirely a lie. Max was the strange sort of person that could shift from life of the party to monster in the shadows at the drop of a hat. Sometimes he liked to be that shiny person in the center, drawing people in, while at others he could just hug the walls and stare. "Fast and loose" didn't even begin to describe him.
He stirred his drink with the provided straw - all drinks tasted better when there was a straw present - before taking a drink straight from the glass. "Oh yeah? Smart. I'll have to remember that." He raised his own glass towards Vlad's at the mock cheer, grinning fiendishly. "Well I'm glad to have made one of your dreams come true, my friend. Though it's hard to believe I'm the first to declare you awesome." He laughed. "You're like Chuck Norris if he was man enough to shave his beard. Beards are lies, you know. Men keep them not because they're badass - it's because they're afraid of how they'd look without a giant distraction on their face."