[EXT – THE PUB – EVENING]
“Beer? Beer? And you, man? You want one?” Max asked everyone at the table, one by one, whether they wanted another round instead of taking the initiative and just doing it. Luke hated that. Max had to make a big deal out of everything.
“You want one?” He asked again, “Yo, Luke, you there, man?”
Luke lifted his head from his phone, pretended to shake off the accumulated dust of focused concentration and stretched. He let his loosely curled fist fly outwards recklessly.
“Oh, sure, man. Yeah, whatever.”
“Alright. You get next round.”