#dusk||max

"I ain't tryna mess with your self-expression." -Max

Dusk was already annoyed she showed up too late and there was already a line. She had places to go, and things to do and now she was in a long line of people just wanting holiday drinks. The only thing she could do now was people watch and judge in her head all the weird things they did. The girl taking a million selfies with her Christmas themed cup, the guy trying to hide picking his nose. Making a face she turned back to the line and looked at the back of the person in front of her, eyes instantly drawn to the drum sticks sticking out. Looking up she found the back of his head. Narrowing her eyes she stepped to the side to at least be next to him. “If you’re trying to be a drummer I’d pick a better brand of sticks.” She let out with a small shrug. “Those are beginner at best.” || @mdennison​

Dusk was riding on the bliss of finishing up a set. Nothing hit better then the rush of preforming, and she always rewarded herself with a drink afterwards. Sitting to herself with a deep breath of satisfaction and pride within her, she pulled the glass to her lips just for her eyes to flash and find a familiar face. Max. With a long sip of her drink she debated following his advice and branching out to find friends, or at least score herself a free drink. Glass in hand she made her way over towards him. “Enjoy the show?” She asked casually with another sip as she kept a small smile on her face. At least this time as he watched her, he knew exactly who he was watching. || @mdennison​