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Post by maxwell on Jul 16, 2011 1:04:49 GMT -5
He didn't stop, but he was courteous enough to at least slow down. Kane was at his side again, this time apologetic. Though Max refused to look at the other man, he was indeed listening. He himself couldn't help feeling a little guilty. He hadn't meant to snap like that, having done everything in his power to avoid such a situation. Apparently he still wasn't ready for human contact.
His hand managed to find his hair again, smile forced as he finally looked at Kane. But at least he was trying! And the idea of a drink was rather tempting. His own liquor cabinet was poorly stocked at the moment, the result of many nights spent mourning his lost relationship and a lack of unfamiliarity with the local area. He hadn't exactly had the time to find a store that carried his favorite brands, and the idea of drinking alone out in public was not something that appealed to him.
The olive branch extended, he steeled himself to accept it. What was the worst that could happen? It had been a few months... Maybe it was time to get back out there, to start making friends again. There was no harm in establishing social relationships. Besides, his wife had already moved on; it was time he did the same. Thankfully his voice managed to come off as more sincere than his smile. "Know a good place to get a scotch?"
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Post by kane on Jul 24, 2011 19:56:33 GMT -5
((ooc: Sorry this took so long.)) For a few moments after falling silent, Kane thought Max wasn't going to give him an answer at all. He held his silence, though, worried he might loose any ground his week apology had gained. And he did think he'd gained some of the ground back, because he had seen the weak smile his offer for beer had brought to the other teacher's face. Beer, Kane found, always made things better.
The gears chugging away behind Max's eyes seemed suddenly to stop, and Kane braced himself for the coming verdict. Even if the older man decided he was going to kill Kane - and he wouldn't be the first coworker to decide that since Kane had arrived at the school - at least Kane had tried to make it better. That did count, didn't it? He was so caught up in his thoughts that he nearly missed the question. The sincerity in Max's voice was not lost on him, though, and he smiled.
"Sure, I know a place. There's a tavern in town that's got enough alcohol to knock you out. I'm sure we can find some scotch in all that." He slowed as he spoke, glancing at the break in the labyrinth wall. Between lying in the fountain and beer, Kane knew he would almost always choose the latter. "We might as well just head that way now. Unless you've got your heart set on seeing the middle of the maze?" Kane's smile hadn't faded as he spoke, and he stood with his hands in his pockets as waited for Max's decision. |
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Post by maxwell on Jul 27, 2011 17:01:02 GMT -5
His shoulders shrugged, following Kane's gaze. They were rather close to the center. No matter what, it'd be a bit of a walk to find the entrance again. He pulled up his mental map of the maze, trying to figure out the shortest way back. Unfortunately, the many twists and turns complicated even the most straightforward of paths. With a glance at the sky to see how late it was getting, he turned and began walking back the way they had come. "Might as well. It's not going to be easy getting out of here."
He paused for a moment, considering the idea of getting black out drunk. It wasn't something he did often considering it wasn't something he enjoyed doing, but he'd been so down lately. Regardless, a drink sounded just right right then and he racked his brain to try and remember the places he'd seen in town. "Do you mean Hal's down in Willowbrook? I've never actually been in there. Usually when I'm in town, I spend most of my time at the cafe." It was much better to be a caffeine addict that it was an alcoholic, after all.
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