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[furiousmaximus]

Max is at the bar working on his fourth... or fifth, maybe... drink. He's not actually out to get drunk tonight, he needs something to lubricate his brain. He's got to figure out what he's going to say next time he runs into Elizabeth, and it's not going well

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[howling_laugh]

Oops, out of time! Look who is just down the bar!

Seems she was just chatting with another handsome fellow. Watch out Max, she might be looking your way soon.

[furiousmaximus]

It's a sign of how preoccupied he is that his inner "really hot chick" sense is not tingling. There's a frown of concentration on his face, and it really doesn't suit him.

[howling_laugh]

Heh heh heh. Coyote gears up and gets ready to go for the gold!

She pastes a look of earnest surprise on her face. "Max!"

[furiousmaximus]

Max's head snaps up and around fast enough that it looks almost painful. His expression is a mix of "oh crap I'm not ready" and "your timing is awful". Of course, since it's Max, there's no small amount of "you are totally hot" in there, but it's not dominant at the moment.

"Elizabeth!" he calls back, trying to paste a look of surprised pleasure on his face. Mostly he looks like he ate something he's allergic to.

[furiousmaximus]

Max looks up, clearly distracted. The fact that he didn't notice her approach says a lot about his state of mind. After all, it's not often that he's not woman-watching.\

"Oh. Hey."

[furiousmaximus]

He shakes his head and rectifies that, but it's only a half-hearted one.

Max sighs. "Just got a lot on my mind." He says it in that tone that suggests that what's on his mind is of the female persuasion.