Grinning, Max pushed his glass away as Vlad mentioned having faith. "Faith is dangerous, my friend. But I'm glad you have it anyway." He winked, looking across the room for the waitress. It was getting late, and two drinks was his limit. For now. He didn't need to get drunk in front of Vlad, not like this. "And you won't be. Promise."
He waved the woman over, reaching into his pocket for Brian's wallet. "But I think for now we should head back." He grinned. "Got some things to do, you know. How about you? Staying up later, or do you have someone to go home to?"