Max pushed her glasses on to the top of her head and pinched the bridge of her nose, she'd been sat staring at nothing but her computer screen for near on 6 hours, give or take the few toilet breaks she'd had. "This was not how this was supposed to turn out," she thought to herself, letting out a heavy sigh, getting up from her chair and walking out onto the balcony of her hotel room, lighting up a cigarette. As she stared out in to the city her phone buzzed in her pocket.
Jenna: Hey hun! Hope the videos going alright? Just wanted to double check the plans for tomorrow?
Max: Haha, funny you should ask, it's driving me mental… Why I thought this was my calling, I'll never know :P Erm, you get in at 6? Get to the hotel, then leave James with Kyle and me and you can go for a few drinks, sight seeing Monday followed by RAW?
Jenna: Sounds like a plan, James and Kyle are excited for Monday, lets just hope there's a bar at at the arena! & shh, I don't need to be there to know the video'll be as amazing as the rest of your portfolio!
Max laughed, Jenna always knew how to make her feel better, that's one of the reasons they'd been best friends for nearly 15 years. She was lucky that Jenna was still in her life after she pretty much dropped everything for a life on road, she was a freelance music photographer who travelled around the country from festival to festival, gig to gig. She loved it, it was her dream, but she'd recently branched out in to making the odd music video and THAT was what was stressing her out. "Fuck it," she thought to herself, checking the time, 8:30 "I could use a drink" she thew on her vans and left the room.
The hotel bar was nearly empty, a couple sat in the corner, and a group of girls in a booth having a few drinks before heading out for a night in the city, she assumed. She took a seat at the bar and ordered a beer which she practically inhaled before quickly ordering another.
"Come on now, it's not even 9pm on a saturday, you can't have had that bad of a time already!" the barman chuckled, passing her another beer.
"Nah, all's good! I just really needed that, I'll go easy from here on out," Max playfully winked back, she'd always been a little flirtatious, being careful never to cross any lines or give anyone the wrong idea. Max and the barman chatted a little while longer, until she excused herself to go to the little girls room.
Walking back to the bar she noticed a guy sitting in her seat, and as she approached him he went to stand,
"No, no, don't mind me!" she smiled "I was just about to go out for a smoke, just left them here"
she leant across bar, grabbed the pack of menthols she'd left there and walked straight past the man who had stolen her seat.
"Oh thank god! Please tell me you have a light? I left mine in my room and I was beginning to think I'd have to go all the way back up" He seemed to almost chase her out of the building,
"Then you are in luck my dear, I have a spare!" She beamed, handing him her spare lighter from her shirt pocket. The pair sparked up their cigarettes and looked at each other properly for the first time. He leant with his back against the wall, looking down at her with piercing blue eyes, he pushed his dirty blond hair back and finally spoke again in his gravelly voice.
"My names Jon, by the way, Jon Good,"
"Well hello, Jon Good, my names Max Burton," she replied with a smile.