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Max felt incredibly out of place in The Tobacco, and he looked like it too. He tried to dress down, opting for a hoodie and a pair of jeans, but he knew that there was something very… prep school about him, no matter what he did. The bartender - a new one - gave him the stink-eye as soon as he walked in, and Max could see him itching to ask for an ID before giving him his beer, but thankfully this wasn’t that kind of establishment. Not like Max was very under age. He was already in college - an Ivy league too, thank you - and he had a pretty good fake licence to boot. But he wasn’t here for the cheap beer. It was almost time, so he took his usual place in the corner, right next to the ladies’ room that had a worn ‘out of order’ sign on it. He could barely sit still, his belly squirming with nerves and anticipation. He knew it was wrong, what he was doing. Dangerous even, but he couldn’t help it. He did everything right, okay? He was a 4.0 student in the best college in the country, he had an active social life, volunteered at the local animal shelter… He was a model citizen. He just had a… type.

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