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[bythatmuch]

Max waltzes-yes, literally waltzes-into the bar this evening, dressed to the nines, complete with a little rose in the pocket of his blazer.

Someone has either been watching too many James Bond movies today, or just came off of a really awesome mission.

(Hint: it's the latter!)

To top off his fantastic day and his slight feeling-like-James-Bond mood,

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[ikissdhimbck]

"Didn't know you could dance."

Kate's smiling at him from a table close to the bar, though it's a tired smile. She's got her hand curled around a close-to-empty tumbler of bourbon, and she's slouched in her chair, not bothering with proper posture.

"You look nice," she adds, taking the last sip from her glass.

[bythatmuch]

"I," Max says, lifting his glass in Kate's direction, "am an excellent dancer."

His fancy footwork once put an international terrorist to shame. TRUE STORY.

"And thank you. Evening, Kate."

[ikissdhimbck]

"Evenin', Max."

Kate herself is looking rather relaxed this evening. No hat, no guns. Her long, blonde hair is loose, pulled over one shoulder, and she's wearing skirts with her cowboy boots.

"I guess there's a lotta things I don't know 'bout you, hm?"

[bythatmuch]

It's a little... not strange, exactly, but different, seeing Kate like that. It almost reminds him of-

Well.

She looks the way she used to, way back when.

"Secrets are my job, you know. And you know too much already," he says, with just the slightest hint of a teasing smile.