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[i]Nerve-wrecking.[/i] Landar's ballsack, this girl was trying to test him. A room full of fucking nerds was the last thing that would make Maxwell Alderman [i]nervous[/i]. Was that what she thought he was? Some insecure little shithead hiding behind fifteen coping mechanisms of being offputting because strangers are [i]scawwy[/i]? Did she know who his vampire was? She was lucky they were getting kicked out, quite frankly, because any further conversation with Madison was bound to end in disaster. 

Speaking of disasters, Lilie was back to simping in record time. Yes, the Retriever probably got yelled at and yes, he looked tired. That was par for the course, what the fuck was she so worried for? They'd always been on each other but this was a new level. Or maybe Max just hadn't been paying attention previously. No, this was definitely new. Ugh, they probably had some ugly moonlit makeout session like one of Eris' corny romance films and now they think they're being subtle. Horny fucking animals. Whatever, it'd be good blackmail if Aaron ever got too difficult with him. And surprise, surprise; Salem jumped in for sloppy seconds. These people were getting too predictable, though Salem might've just wanted to talk about... what the hell did Eris say they were up to? Illegal basket weaving or something. As long as that hippie wasn't chasing after [i]him[/i], he didn't really care.

Max stood from his seat and made his way to the exit, if only to stretch his legs while he waited for Eris to finish whatever inane mingling he was wrapping up. As tempting as it was for him to just walk home on his own, Eris talking his ear off on the way home and then getting a bedroom door slammed in his face was far more manageable than Eris throwing open said bedroom door upon his return and leaving Max with no escape. The mage took a haughty pose as he passed Aaron, peering down his nose at the blond in the briefest of acknowledgements, as one would any hired help. 

[color=8585AD]"Mmm... Indubitably... Have a good evening, Mister Starag, hmm, yes,"[/color] Max tittered with the most obnoxious nouveau riche accent he could manage, [color=8585AD]"Send my regards to the constabulary and the good senator... mmm, quite."[/color] He dropped the voice soon after with a flat glance in Aaron's direction. [color=8585ad]"[i]Miss Dionne[/i], pfft. You're such a cornball."[/color] Was he still a bit mad at Madelton and taking it out on Aaron? Maybe. Did Aaron deserve it? Probably. Max clicked his tongue with a cheeky grin and turned away from Aaron before he took up a spot near the door, casually crossing his arms in anticipation of Eris' exit.

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