#austinxnorth55

Text: Austin

One of the nicer things about the south is how helpful people can be-even if the mission is bashing someone's skull in. Max drove the car silently, his eyes blinking only when necessary. He hadn't slept, not really, he was running mostly on hate and coffee. There's a strange calmness as he drivers, he knows exactly what he is doing and exactly who he is seeing. Yes he is missing the why and he might forever but he seems okay with that. Pulling into a parking lot, he gets out and walks around to the front, the door jingles as he walks in, his eyes scanning the area until he finds him. Max is the farthest thing from a confrontational person but sometimes being nice is not an option. Without breaking his stride, he makes his way down the restaurant, his uppercut sends him crashing into the double doors behind him that he falls back into. Staying on top of him, he grabs him by his hair and half drags half carries him further down the beach. Yanking him up he punches him three more times before he lets go, the younger man on the ground below him.