Before heading out, he strips out of his clothes to take an hour long shower. The warm water felt good and did much to revitalize him. Only, that was until his ration of hot water went out and the shower head started pouring liquid frost on the man. With a painful jolt, Maxwell jumps out of the bathtub and quickly turns the faucet off. Wildly cursing himself for his forgetfulness while drying his freezing body. He looks into the bathroom mirror and notices dark circles outlining his eyes. A noticeable marker of a rough night. Smiling humorlessly, he begins brushing his teeth and combing his hair. All clean and set, he redresses and armors himself up. Except for his mask though. Preferring instead to carry it in hand out the door and down to the casino.
Arriving late to the meeting. Not unlike last time. Maxwell groggily stares at all the deliciously prepared meals the others have made for themselves. Feeling more than a bit famished, he greedily replicates a plate of food that mimics what everyone else has prepared. Toast, bacon, eggs, sausage, orange juice and soykaf. A feast fit for a king.