<div class="floatleft">(http://images5.fanpop.com/image/polls/1067000/1067141_1341354244761_full.jpg?v=1341354343)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Max (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12379614#msg12379614)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>San Francisco (Bourbon and Branch) | April 18th, 2015 | Evening<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Sarah<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Meeting another Evo<br/><hr/><br/>Max had to admit that he liked San Francisco quite a bit - and not just because of how gay friendly the city was, in fact to his taste things had maybe gone a little too far there, becoming a bit of a charicature, but he also knew that was probably just because he was getting older and had less patience. Still, the views were nice, the people were mostly nice, and unlike New York every street corner didn't smell like piss - in San Francisco is was only like two thirds of them.<br/><br/>He had walked through many of the shops down on the Embarcadero, not really finding anything that he cared to spend money on, and then had wandered a little further in away from the water, walking from shop to shop as he pondered how to spend the rest of his evening. The streets were a bit busy, the bars humming and thrumming, people partying. Max did love the energy of a big city when the work week was over, everyone looking to finally release all the pent up energy.<br/><br/>Up ahead he saw a small sign for Bourbon and Branch, a kind of off the wall bar he'd heard about and had recommended but never had a chance to actually check out. As he drew up to the door the place seemed packed, though he didn't particularly mind. Being around people was always good, especially - Max gave the air a brief sniff, glancing towards the door again - especially when there was another Evolved around. The scent thing always seemed a bit weird to him, since it wasn't<em>really</em>a smell, but it definitely reminded him of that. They all had a different smell, or a taste, or something kind of like both but also like neither.<br/><br/>Walking inside he wound his way through the various patrons and eventually made room for himself at the bar, squeezing between one guy who looked half drunk already and a couple that seemed more interested in sucking face than the drinks in front of him. Taking a seat, it wasn't long before the bartender noticed him and he flashed her a smile as his senses confirmed this was the one.<br/><br/>"Well," he said, "I hear you guys have some amazing rare whiskeys. What's your favorite?"