[h1][b][i][color=aba400][center]Maximillian Gray[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/363556781537886208/532086118167085056/tumblr_ojwo5iHH021qhodd8o2_500.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][color=aba400][b]Location[/b][/color]: The Palace: New York City, New York.
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 Max stood amongst the crowd, speaking to a few guests that followed his modeling gig, gaining over him slightly. His eyes however, danced about the room, watching the royal family that was present as well as their loved ones, searching for an opening where he could spark a conversation. For a moment Prince Flynn had stepped away from one of the guests he was speaking to, leaving a short window for Max to grab his attention. Quickly, he snapped his fingers at his attendant, motioning him to ready to move with the bounty of gifts Max was making him carry. Tugging on the edges of hiss [url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/363556781537886208/568208562925600769/Screenshot_20190417-185717_Instagram.jpg]suit[/url] jacket to straighten it up before adjusting his cuffs and pressing forward towards Prince Flynn casually. [Color=aba400]"Pardon me folks, I must go now to speak with the Prince, I'll be back."[/color]

 He cleared his throat softly before taking a knee in front of Flynn. [Color=aba400]"Prince Flynn, it's a pleasure to be here at your family's behest for such a joyous holiday."[/color] He stood up, grabbing a large blue box that matched Max's suit color and was tied off with a shining silver ribbon and bow. [Color=aba400]"Happy Hannukah. I really wracked my brain on what to get you, sports were never truly my thing, but I finally landed on a set of gifts I hope you will enjoy. For tonight, it is a fireproof soccerball. Capable of being enveloped in flames without it being harmed, for a more...[i]extreme[/i] form of the sport."[/color] He handed the gift over to the Prince before continuing. [Color=aba400]"Tonight truly has been a splendid evening so far."[/color] Max held his hand in front of him as if he was holding a champagne flute, ready to drink. As his hand moved towards his lips, dust that shimmered like a stars I'm the night sky, began to swirl and form into his hand, creating a champagne flute with what appeared to be champagne. Finally, taking a sip, Max tipped the glass in the air and smiled [color=aba400]"What's your poison? I can have it realised in a matter of moments."[/color] Max took another sip, thinking to himself how much he wished it tasted less watered down.