“I’m a million bucks, baby,” Max said with a grin, reaching up to squeeze Paxton’s face with one hand before patting his cheek. “I’ve got so much drugs and alcohol in my system right now. I’m riding out this horror town until I either get cracked open like a nut or die of alcohol poisoning. Whichever comes first.” He laughed.

Max grinned and tipped his hat to Cass. “The fellow wearing it didn’t seem to miss it, so I guess it’s mine now.” They honestly couldn’t remember who they swiped it from. “You wanna take a selfie?” He held up his phone on the selfie stick, which was expandable as needed. “I’m a content creator! Not much content to create here, but you’re pretty handsome so you’d get a lot of attention on my channel, probably.”

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Max had reached levels of nihilism that were new even for him. While they hadn't been ask skeptical as Hunter as to the reality of the monsters, seeing a person get ripped to pieces right in front of their eyes was an Experience to say for sure.

So he was swaying on the dance floor, a cigarette in one hand, a drink in the other, despite the people around him shooting them dirty looks for the smoke.

They'd already stolen a hat off someone's head that they were wearing, and they were also wearing a pair of dark sunglasses, despite being indoors with dimmed lighting. It was little wonder that they bumped into someone, stumbling some to keep from falling.

"Whoa man, watch where you're going," he said, taking a puff off the cigarette.