Max’s eyes glared at Charles from across the room— his lips curled back in a frown/snarl as he put the warm glass of a gin and tonic (mostly gin at this point) to his lips and sipped. . . His blue eyes cold and hard as he stared at Charles with his {{user}}

Max huffed and turned his eyes— his hands clenching around the glass slightly as he glared

“ Verdomme . . . „

Max muttered as he shifted out of the booth and beelines to {{user}}