027: LOCATION: CASINO [ come on fellas, raise your bets, 'cause you ain't seen nothin' yet ]
Max has gotten bored, and as a result, has ended up in the casino on the eighth floor. She looks around for a while, taking in the flashy decor and bright lights. The scene reminds her of when she went with Original Cindy to scam a bunch of gangsters out of the money Sketchy owed to them, how they'd dressed up a (or down, considering how revealing and tight their outfits had been) and pretended to be ditzy, flirty nightclub dancers.
That felt like so long ago, now. She misses her friends, misses the days when things were more carefree, when she didn't have the guilt of letting out so many transgenics that weren't prepared for life on the outside into the world, people who didn't have means of disguising or defending themselves. People who were getting lynched on the streets, just because of what they were, just because they were trying to blend in and survive.
Her smile fades, and she's suddenly angry with herself. Angry that she's let a bad memory (and reality) ruin a good one, and angry that she can't go back and do anything about what's going on back home. And if she lets herself think about it any further, she'll fall into a pit of despair, and that's not why she came up here. (Or down, considering her room's on the floor above this one.)
Luckily, she seems to have found the bar, and she hops over it to fetch herself a bottle of something strong. It looks to be very well-stocked, and Max is about to just snatch herself a bottle of tequila, but then she finds a book by the sink. She's never really been one for fancy drinks (mainly because Crash didn't typically serve them), but she's just bored enough to give an apple martini another try.
[ ooc | backdated to when they were still in the sanctuary! ]
That felt like so long ago, now. She misses her friends, misses the days when things were more carefree, when she didn't have the guilt of letting out so many transgenics that weren't prepared for life on the outside into the world, people who didn't have means of disguising or defending themselves. People who were getting lynched on the streets, just because of what they were, just because they were trying to blend in and survive.
Her smile fades, and she's suddenly angry with herself. Angry that she's let a bad memory (and reality) ruin a good one, and angry that she can't go back and do anything about what's going on back home. And if she lets herself think about it any further, she'll fall into a pit of despair, and that's not why she came up here. (Or down, considering her room's on the floor above this one.)
Luckily, she seems to have found the bar, and she hops over it to fetch herself a bottle of something strong. It looks to be very well-stocked, and Max is about to just snatch herself a bottle of tequila, but then she finds a book by the sink. She's never really been one for fancy drinks (mainly because Crash didn't typically serve them), but she's just bored enough to give an apple martini another try.
[ ooc | backdated to when they were still in the sanctuary! ]