louder than sirens, louder than bells → open
Characters: Max Guevara and OPEN
Location: Some random bar in NYC (probably cheap and/or rundown)
Time: Evening, Friday night
Content: When she's not cat burglaring or working, Max likes to catch some downtime.
Format: Either. Choose your format and I'll roll with it
Warnings: Probably none.
Let's face it. Today had kind of sucked. And despite partially wanting to go home and take the longest bath ever (if she can get the plumbing to actually dispense hot water, which would be a miracle) she'd promised Original Cindy she'd be here tonight, to - in her words - 'just kick it'. Which would be fine, except for the fact that her friends were nowhere to be seen right now. Great - just great. They were probably just late again.
Rolling her eyes, Max made her way to the bar, sliding onto one of the stools and holding up one finger. A couple of seconds later a cold bottle of beer slid over the counter towards her. So maybe this place wasn't the classiest and maybe some of those glasses could afford to be cleaned another time, but with service this great why was she gonna complain? Taking a sip, she rolls her shoulders back to try and release some of the tension there, one hand going to massage her temples.
Location: Some random bar in NYC (probably cheap and/or rundown)
Time: Evening, Friday night
Content: When she's not cat burglaring or working, Max likes to catch some downtime.
Format: Either. Choose your format and I'll roll with it
Warnings: Probably none.
Let's face it. Today had kind of sucked. And despite partially wanting to go home and take the longest bath ever (if she can get the plumbing to actually dispense hot water, which would be a miracle) she'd promised Original Cindy she'd be here tonight, to - in her words - 'just kick it'. Which would be fine, except for the fact that her friends were nowhere to be seen right now. Great - just great. They were probably just late again.
Rolling her eyes, Max made her way to the bar, sliding onto one of the stools and holding up one finger. A couple of seconds later a cold bottle of beer slid over the counter towards her. So maybe this place wasn't the classiest and maybe some of those glasses could afford to be cleaned another time, but with service this great why was she gonna complain? Taking a sip, she rolls her shoulders back to try and release some of the tension there, one hand going to massage her temples.