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[sky_high_max]

Max looks a little relieved to see the bar today.

The twins have been asking what Halloween is all week, and she's tired of it.

There are no holidays for those on the run.

...Except, of course, for those involving an odd restaurant with it's own sense of time, a winged girl, and a glass of cherry coke.

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[works_in_space]

Jim Kirk enters the main bar, having slept late (again - he's really getting lazy here), and notices something odd. Very odd.

"You have wings," he sort of blurts out.

[sky_high_max]

Without missing a beat, "Yes, yes I do."

She smiles politely.

[works_in_space]

Kirk realizes that his grasp of the obvious got ahead of him. He also notices that he's talkiong to yet another pretty young blonde. Is the Bar trying to remind him of all his youthful liaisons on a regular basis?

"Sorry for beig so blunt. You'd think I would be used to seeing people who are a bit outside the norm.

"I'm Jim Kirk, Earth, 23rd century." After a month here, he makes no assumptions as to where or when she might be from.

[sky_high_max]

She opens her mouth, then closes it, dumbfounded.

Captain-frigging-Kirk?

After a moment of wrapping her mind around that, she decides it's best not to blurt out that her best friend thinks he's awesome and instead extends her hand as calmly as possible.

"Max, Earth, early 21st."