Not quite paying attention to the mopey soul he just sidled up near (just yet), Max leaned both arms against the bar top– a little notebook flipped open in his palm. Yes, he wrote down a large drink order for the group of girls he was, technically, with… Not because he was their ‘date’ tonight, but he agreed to be designated driver for them and naturally, they always needed at least one male to tag along in the group to make things safer. It didn’t really matter if he wasn’t the biggest guy or even the slightest bit intimidating– any guy would do, to ward off the weirdos and it never failed. Max wasn’t an idiot, he knew the routine and he was totally fine to help them out. At least they were his friends, right? Sorta.. “Hey, hi– got a few drinks here,” he said, addressing the bartender who finally came over to get what he wanted. “For table 9, I need to get… An Adios Motherfucker, a 100% That Bitch, a um,” he cleared his throat and dropped his voice a little in embarrassment, “Balls Deep,” before his tone went back to normal, “a Mountain Dew Me, an err– Octopussy, and a Tie Me To the Bedpost…” His eyes lifted to the worker’s with a weak-willed, nervous smile. “And I’ll.. just have a Pepsi? Just, yanno, straight Pepsi.” There was a beat of awkward silence as the two stared at each other before the man shrugged, and walked off to apparently prepare all those oddly-named drinks like it was the most normal thing in the world. With a heavy exhale, Max brushed a hand through his short mop of brown hair, finally looking towards the other male. “So… What’s up?” Wow, that was a lame way to start this… He was the worst wingman in history; Max glancing over the guy’s head and towards the giggling table of girls who were all watching him intently. One of them made the ‘shoo-shoo’ gesture, for him to continue. He mouthed ‘I am!” before anxiously drumming his fingers on the counter top. “You uh… here alone tonight?” Okay, now you’re a creeper. Good job, man.
gradeigh listened as the other male read out an assortment of drinks, doing his best not to let out a little laugh. clearly those drinks weren't all for the male and he only hoped he'd get some help bringing them to wherever they were going. his attention was snagged when words were actually directed towards him. he wasn't too proud to say he was half drunk already, probably more there than that. gradeigh wasn't knew to drinking, but he much preferred drugs to alcohol. "are you picking me up?" gradeigh asked with a small smile, watching the thinner boy. he wasn't awful looking and gradeigh wouldn't say he was completely not his type, not that he was really looking to get laid anymore tonight. he tried not to make love with a heavy heart, a rule he invented in high school and tried to follow. "if so i have to tell you, i'm already a little tipsy." he joked but he knew his cheeks were already a little rosy. "what are you up to?"