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That son of a bitch. 

He'd kill him. He'd rip him apart right here and blame it on the leech. Someone needed to tell Salem there was a difference between convincing acting and sucking on his face like some brain-eating alien from a crappy sci-fi movie. The fork up Max's sleeve trembled in anticipation but didn't make its presence known quite yet. Salem might've been going overboard but he [i]was[/i] putting on a convincing show for the crowd. If he could handle Eris putting his mouth on his crotch, he could handle this. And, technically, Max [i]did[/i] ask for it.

Max kept his teeth clenched and his lips pursed in case the other mage got any ideas about tongue, but otherwise played his part dutifully. He hesitantly wrapped his arms around Salem as he was pressed into the wall and tilted his head upward as the kissing started moving downward. Max was partially afraid Salem might notice his pulse racing and take it as an indicator of arousal instead of rage. 

[color=82ca9d]"Are they leaving?"[/color]

[color=8585ad]"Enjoying yourself, you fuck?"[/color] He grumbled in response, ignoring the question at first. He had a string of invectives he felt he needed to get out before he returned to the business at hand, but with some stragglers still around, he didn't think he could get away with yelling. Seriously, did these literal cuckolds have nothing better to do? 

[color=8585ad]"No, they're just doing a bad job of pretending not to stare. Fucking pervs."[/color]

Max closed his eyes to spare himself the embarrassment of watching a bunch of tools gawk at him - and worse, watching Salem suck a fresh mark onto his neck like a starving vampire - playing it off as another outward indicator of enjoyment. Fortunately, the weight pressing up against him was yanked away shortly after. Not that he was complaining, but he really would've liked the satisfaction of shoving Flower Boy on his ass himself. When he opened his eyes, he was greeted with some idiot guard and - oh, wonderful, Eris saw that whole romantic display. 

[color=yellow]“Name and year, both of you. Which one of you is Mr. Samuel’s par… What is that smell?”[/color]

[color=8585ad]"Probably the body, genius,"[/color] Max responded after wiping his lips with the back of his hand, [color=8585ad]"Isn't that why you're here?"[/color] In any other scenario, he would've been revelling in the smug knowledge that he was right and the security around here was full of inept morons. Either that or Eris dropped the ball and didn't tell this guy anything, which Max doubted. The leech seemed eager to wipe his hands of the whole situation as soon as possible.

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