A/N: This is a short Mavery one-shot I wrote at 2 in the morning. It's not very good but I NEED more Mavery in my life so I decided to just write and hope other people join in on the fun. I hope you enjoy! Review/Favorite to let me know if you are also seriously lacking Job Hunters fanfics ;)

This takes place between episodes 3 and 4 of season 1.

Avery struggled to get out of the blanket nest she created at the sound of knocking on her door. No one's ever really visited her room before but maybe Tiffany forgot her key? Not bothering to fix the mascara that was undoubtedly running down her face, she slogged her way to the door, one of her unicorn fleeces wrapped around her. She was startled to find Tiffany, hauled effortlessly over Max's shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"What happened?" Avery exclaimed, quickly getting out of Max's way.

"She got tranq-ed." He made his way to Tiffany's bed and plopped her down.

"Why?"

"No one showed up to her party and she flipped out. And the house doesn't take well to hostility."

"Oh my god!" Avery clamped a hand to her mouth. "I completely forgot about the party." Tears filled her eyes as she realized being a good friend was yet another item to add to the list of things she failed at.

"Don't worry," Max said, shifting uncomfortably at her tears. "I didn't even know about it." This didn't do much in calming her down though, and he sighed at the thought of having to actually address her obvious state of disarray. "Are you okay?"

She glanced at him through thick lashes before deciding that yes, she was going to spill her soul to Max of all people. "I was just here as a publicity stunt," she started, unsure if anybody had discussed this tidbit of information with him yet. "I thought I would have been out of here days ago but I didn't hear a single word from Don, my agent. And then today I finally got in touch with him only to find out I've been dropped and have no hope of ever getting out. I really am just a pathetic, washed-up has-been with no future and no other talents. And now I just found out I upset my only real friend here."

At some point during her short rant Avery must have moved closer to Max because she now found herself pressed up against him, clinging to him as if her life depended on it. Max, for his part, didn't push her away the way one would expect but his arms remained firmly at his side, offering no comfort to the crying girl hugging him.

"You're not… you have… I mean," he stuttered, trying to find something to say that wouldn't insult her even further but also didn't sound insincere. "This is an opportunity for you to find a new talent," he said after a few false starts. "You don't have to be tied down to one job anymore; you can be anything you want to be."

"But I can't do anything."

"Sure you can."

"You really think so," she sniffed.

"Yeah..." He looked down at her and caught her gaze. They stared at each other for a few seconds in silence before Max pushed her off of him as politely as he could. "I should probably get going."

"Oh, right. Well, thanks for bringing Tiffany. You're really strong."

"No problem."

She watched him leave before sitting down on her bed, thinking about what Max said. She decided he was right; she couldn't be a pop star anymore and that sucked but that didn't mean she couldn't do anything. She had an entire world of possibilities. She could be a hot dog vendor, or a magician. Or maybe a nutritionist. That could be fun.