In the time it has taken him to get the skillet ready and in the oven, Corbin has polished off most of the bacon, having hopped up to sit on the counter and letting his legs swing as he licks grease from his fingertips.
"Good. You want a drink?" He reached out to snag the strings of Max's apron "I figure it might be better to hang out in the club anyway." There were couches at least, which would be a lot comfortable for any shenanigans they might get up to while they waited for the pan to season.
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Date: 2020-08-21 02:30 am (UTC)"Good. You want a drink?" He reached out to snag the strings of Max's apron "I figure it might be better to hang out in the club anyway." There were couches at least, which would be a lot comfortable for any shenanigans they might get up to while they waited for the pan to season.