#maxfairfield

it had been a late night over at the 21st amendment and romeo had spent more time finishing up their shift after last call than they had anticipated. it was late (or early, depending on the way you looked at it) when they had finally made it back to their apartment. max was up as well, which wasn't really a surprise. they often found each other in the common spaces during late nights/early mornings. "good morning." romeo states, keeping their voice low as to not wake their other roommate. was it still appropriate to say good morning before the sun started to rise? they supposed so, since it was technically after midnight and early morning. "you heading out to the bakery soon?"

"we need another round of shots." nico half slurs as he approaches the bar/ "i dunno what they're putting in these drinks, but they taste green and nothing like alcohol. magic." nico wiggles his fingers at that, an amused chuckle leaving his lips. "say you'll do a shot with me. please?" putting on his best cute face, he looks back at max, waiting for their answer.