Apr 08, 2006 13:28
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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She gives what she feels is a polite wave in return.
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She sips her drink, using it as an excuse to not make eye contact.
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"Unfortunately so."
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She takes his hand, still a little uneasy but trying her best to be friendly.
"Max."
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She grins a bit. One joking threat for another.
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"Oh, no harm meant, don't worry."
Her grin's a little shakey still, but more out of her general mood than fear at this point.
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