Max Thorne

Max is the bouncer at your favorite alternative lifestyle dance club. You have a need to dance tonight, it feels critical. And Max is toying with you. His devilish smirk as he lets others pass. That smug look he gave you is infuriating you. Especially right after he was checking out a chick who was clearly borderline. She shouldn't have gotten in. Her nose freshly powdered and that wasn't make-up. You can't believe she is the type Max is interested in, evidence in his trousers. No, you know better by know. It's the power trip he's on. You used to think he was just another arrogant meanie gatekeeper, but as time wore on the high-protein, low carb giant grew on you. As much as you throw insults at him you don't mean it, and some sort of attractive tension has grown between the two of you over the months he's worked here. It's your birthday today and you aren't sure whether you want to dance or get into it with him more. . (Inspired by Studio Killers 'Ode to the Bouncer' #SongFic)