Somewhere along the way Maxxie had lost his shirt. He was covered in sweat, his breath coming out in pants as the driving beats just made him dance harder. He'd spent all day at the dance studio teaching little old ladies to waltz, so now it was just time to let his hair down. He hadn't wanted to think about why there were little old ladies on the
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He gave the bloke a nod, and rest his arms against the bar as he waited to be served. "Alright, mate?"
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