Andrew, after he had spent about 20 minutes alone with Maxwell, finally joined the rest of the wedding goers at the final party. Everyone wanted to approach Andrew at first, and probably Maxwell, but Andrew had a tight grip on Maxwell's hand and he was on a mission.
He took Maxwell directly to the bar and scanned the 15 shots or so that Maxwell had chosen for the wedding. Andrew scanned the list, and then turned to Maxwell.
"Angel, which one do you want?" Andrew asked. Maxwell blinked, a little startled by Andrew's sudden change in behaviour, and then glanced between Andrew and the list. Thankfully, the bartenders were busy with other guests, but were also keeping an eye on them.
They were the grooms, of course. They would get priority once they were ready.
Maxwell glanced at Andrew, his expression concerned.
