Devil's Nest [Monday night]

[capt-maxfactor.livejournal.com]

Jack 's mun had had the longest Monday ever was running a little late and Tiny wasn't the slightest bit inclined to cover for him.

"Fine," Jack sulked. "If I get eaten by the boss over there, you'll have t' do twice the work."

Since Tiny was under the impression that he was already doing twice the work on days Jack was behind the bar, this wasn't the most compelling argument to him.

The Devil's Nest was open!

[OOC: And OCD free!]

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[furious-maximus.livejournal.com]

Max was idly crumpling and uncrumpling an envelope in his hand as he strode into the bar.

"What will get me hammered the fastest?" he asked as he reached the bar proper. His voice was calm, but it was the sort of deceptive calm that people got when they were dangerously close to the edge.

[capt-maxfactor.livejournal.com]

"A hammer," Jack replied promptly because he had no sense of self-preservation sometimes, "but also something called Everclear, I believe. Would ye like the entire bottle?"

[furious-maximus.livejournal.com]

"Yes. Please."

Max paused for a moment, considering.

"I don't need a glass, unless you want one for yourself." Max could share. As long as there was enough of this Everclear, at least.

[capt-maxfactor.livejournal.com]

Jack nodded toward the blond vampire in the VIP section like the shameless modder I am. "He won't let me drink on the clock, mate, but thank ye for the offer."

[furious-maximus.livejournal.com]

Max glanced over and shrugged. "That sucks."

But that was okay, Max was comfortable drinking alone.

Especially tonight.

[capt-maxfactor.livejournal.com]

"Bad breakup?" Jack guessed, sliding the bottle across to Max. "Or did someone steal your ship?"

Barbossa.

[furious-maximus.livejournal.com]

Max drops the envelope onto the counter, the little red "Delivery Failure Notification" stamp visible. He grabbed the bottle, twisted the top off, and took a long swing.

The bottle hits the bar a second later and Max coughs a couple of times, but shrugs. "I wish," he croaked before grabbing he bottle again and taking another long drink.

[capt-maxfactor.livejournal.com]

"Ohhhhh," Jack said, reaching for another bottle. "Who disappeared?"

[furious-maximus.livejournal.com]

Another swig before he could answer (mmm... that was a good burn). "My boss."

And, presumably, everything else.

[capt-maxfactor.livejournal.com]

"And you liked your boss?"

Jack was a little confused by this concept, yes.

[furious-maximus.livejournal.com]

Max snorted. "He could be a pain, but, yeah, I rather liked the man."

[capt-maxfactor.livejournal.com]

"In that case, this second bottle is half price," Jack declared magnanimously.

It wasn't his money.

[furious-maximus.livejournal.com]

That earned Jack a wide grin. "You are a prince among men," Max declared before taking another huge hit from the bottle he was already working on.

[capt-maxfactor.livejournal.com]

"I am, in fact, part of the Pirate Brethren Court," Jack informed him with a nod. "Well spotted."

[furious-maximus.livejournal.com]

"It's just obvious in your demeanor." Or something.

[capt-maxfactor.livejournal.com]

"I've oft been told that."

He had not.

[furious-maximus.livejournal.com]

"I'm not surprised at all considering your regal bearing and manner."

Really.

That wasn't (just) the alcohol talking.