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[antarianmax]

When Max Evans left the Antechamber this morning, something wasn't right.

And that's not to say that the things that usually weren't right had suddenly gotten that way -- there was still a small faction unhappy with his new wife, there were still many laws that weren't quite perfect, there were still plenty of economic issues, and Trillian had

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[rebelheartalien]

Michael couldn't find him in the palace, and he has a nagging sense of not right. So he followed him to the bar.

"Max?"

[rebelheartalien]

"I know you wouldn't. But she might stop herself."

[antarianmax]

"She knows what's right for her -- I'm not going to be in her way, I promised me that, and her that, and everyone else that and have you seen Varec recently?"

The topic abruptly changes to gossip.

Max remembered something.

[rebelheartalien]

"Varec?" Michael blinks. "Yeah, I saw him this morning... why?"

[antarianmax]

"Teldaro claims he has some sort of lover. I'm never sure whether to believe the fellow or not."

[rebelheartalien]

"...does he now." And there's the beginnings of a wicked grin. "Did Teldaro say anything else about it?"

[antarianmax]

"Not to me, but I'm sure if you asked he'd go on and on and on."

[rebelheartalien]

"Well then. Looks like brother-mine's been holding out on me. Have to do something about that."