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[sky_high_max]

She's been sleeping in a booth for nearly a week now.

So now she's finally up at the bar, asking for a room key. She's staring mournfully at where the door is/should be...

It'll be a while before Max heads to her room, though. At least until she finishes her butterbeer.

She could use some company until then.

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[lastczarnian]

The Last Czarnian comes from upstairs, to the bar. Ordering an ale; the extremely late breakfast of scourges of the universe. He nods to the girl.

[sky_high_max]

Max blinks at the man, a little shocked at his appearance but trying not to be rude.

She gives what she feels is a polite wave in return.

[lastczarnian]

His nostrils flare, and he looks her over. "New 'ere?"

[sky_high_max]

"Er... Fairly."

She sips her drink, using it as an excuse to not make eye contact.

[dead_empath]

There is a boy eyeing her drink curiously. "Excuse me, what is that?"

Not the most stunning of conversation starters, but it's something.

[sky_high_max]

Well that was a fine hello.

"It's butterbeer," she says simply. "Not from my world, or at least, my part of mine, but someone gave me one and I like it."

It's true, and he was blunt, so she might as well be too.

[dead_empath]

He blinks once.

"I think," he says after a moment, slowly, "that I would be afraid to try anything that wasn't from my world. Or at least someplace similar."

[sky_high_max]

She shrugs.

"It's pretty good."

And hey, the first one was free.

"Never know if you don't try. I mean, at one point in time, I didn't know cherry coke was good."