Being approached is not something unusual, although he's been seeking company less and less over recent months and the times he's stuck around long enough to make any sort of connection are virtually nil. Still, there's no harm in talking and it doesn't pay to be rude to someone who he's got no grudge against.

Max leans back against the bar, his own drink held loosely in his hand. He's far from drunk himself and hadn't been planning to get that way.

"I think they spend too much time playing poker."