Max's frown was still stuck on his expression when Markus went into more detail. He wasn't entirely convinced it was all innocent, knowing Byte's apparent angle. It was a bit too convenient to be an accident, but Max hadn't known Mac at all. Was he the kind of guy who'd risk others for the sake of a trap?
Shaking his head a little, Max shut down that train of thought. It didn't matter now. “Well, at least I know it wasn't going for me,” he muttered, grimacing a little as he lifted his beer for another sip. He'd avoided the place like the plague for a bit after. “I stopped going to Barbarous a bit after that, but I've been back since. Nothing weird has happened. Well, nothing ghostly, at least.”
As he corrected himself, Max huffed a laugh. Plenty of weird things went down, but his run in with the ghost—and Sarah—had been one-offs so far.
Shaking his head a little, Max shut down that train of thought. It didn't matter now. “Well, at least I know it wasn't going for me,” he muttered, grimacing a little as he lifted his beer for another sip. He'd avoided the place like the plague for a bit after. “I stopped going to Barbarous a bit after that, but I've been back since. Nothing weird has happened. Well, nothing ghostly, at least.”
As he corrected himself, Max huffed a laugh. Plenty of weird things went down, but his run in with the ghost—and Sarah—had been one-offs so far.