Long Seattle Nights
By LuLina
Blah, blah, I don't own it…
R for now, probably NC-17 towards the end, I'll change it then
A/N this is a/u. Sketchy and the others know about the transgenics, but no one really cares. Freak Nation/ Terminal City events do not exist. Max's relationship with Logan does not exist. And if it seems a bit out of character, I'm trying to get it right, but remember, they're drunk.
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As Max carried her bike into Jam Pony she shook the dripping water out of her hair in a manner that was more canine than feline. It had been raining all day in the gray streets of Seattle and the fact that her underwear was perpetually soaked from rainwater wasn't helping her mood. Moving across the floor she greeted the other messengers, trying to ignore the sploshing noise her shoes made with every step. Stopping in front of Normal's desk she curiously eyed her boss and Alec, both who were eyeing her suspiciously.
"What, never seen a drowned cat before?" Max quipped cautiously, still not knowing what was going on.
"You better not drown missy. I need you and Alec to take this package over to sector 7," Normal replied, shoving an oddly shaped box at her.
"What, Alec can't manage it by himself?" Max asked Normal, still amazed at Alec's ability to get out of almost any task.
"Ow Max, that hurt. Can't I just enjoy the pleasure of your company?" His question was quickly answered with a light punch to his arm. Max no longer wanted to hurt him, Just letting him know I wont let every little thing slide by.
Grabbing their bikes they headed out, Max with a backpack and clipboard for signatures, Alec struggling with the package. Making their way through the already drenched streets they just hoped that they could deliver the package before another downpour could begin.
"Hey Max, after this run, what to come over to my place?"
"Hmm, that's right up on my list somewhere between root cannel and lobotomy.
"Come on, I'm going to teach Sketchy how to play poker, if I have to spend the whole time listening to how he suddenly loves transgenics I might have to give him a reason not to.
"Fine, but only if Cindy can come too. We were going to go to Crash, I don't want to leave her hanging."
"The more the merrier." Tossing her his cell, "give her a call."
"The more the merrier, eh? How 'bout I call Normal and invite him too?" Max laughed as Alec suddenly swerved and almost hit a pole.
"You do that Max and I'll wipe that pretty little off your face," Alec replied jokingly, hoping that Max wasn't serious.
After they dropped of the package, they headed back to Alec's to get set for that night. Looking in Alec's fridge Max's jaw dropped. "Where the hell did you get so many condiments and why?"
"Huh? Oh yah, impressive isn't it," Alec boasted, standing in front of the mustard, ketchup and chocolate syrup filled fridge. He must have had a least a dozen different types of each. "I'm not really sure, but I just kinda like that stuff. I was always running out so I just stocked up."
"Do you have any real food in there?"
"Well…," Alec desperately searched for anything, just so that he could show her up. "Yup, here we go, a jar of pickles, half a gallon of… I think that's milk, and a bottle of vodka."
"Vodka? In the fridge?" Max shook her head, wanting to know why it was there, but secretly dreading the answer.
"Cupboard got full," Alec stated simply, opening the doors to a cupboard so full a bottles that many were on the verge of falling of the edge. "Have you truly even gotten drunk Max? Not tipsy, drunk. Do you know how much liquor that takes." Seeing the doubt in her eyes his grin grew. "We are getting so drunk tonight even Sketchy could beat you at pool!"
By LuLina
Blah, blah, I don't own it…
R for now, probably NC-17 towards the end, I'll change it then
A/N this is a/u. Sketchy and the others know about the transgenics, but no one really cares. Freak Nation/ Terminal City events do not exist. Max's relationship with Logan does not exist. And if it seems a bit out of character, I'm trying to get it right, but remember, they're drunk.
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As Max carried her bike into Jam Pony she shook the dripping water out of her hair in a manner that was more canine than feline. It had been raining all day in the gray streets of Seattle and the fact that her underwear was perpetually soaked from rainwater wasn't helping her mood. Moving across the floor she greeted the other messengers, trying to ignore the sploshing noise her shoes made with every step. Stopping in front of Normal's desk she curiously eyed her boss and Alec, both who were eyeing her suspiciously.
"What, never seen a drowned cat before?" Max quipped cautiously, still not knowing what was going on.
"You better not drown missy. I need you and Alec to take this package over to sector 7," Normal replied, shoving an oddly shaped box at her.
"What, Alec can't manage it by himself?" Max asked Normal, still amazed at Alec's ability to get out of almost any task.
"Ow Max, that hurt. Can't I just enjoy the pleasure of your company?" His question was quickly answered with a light punch to his arm. Max no longer wanted to hurt him, Just letting him know I wont let every little thing slide by.
Grabbing their bikes they headed out, Max with a backpack and clipboard for signatures, Alec struggling with the package. Making their way through the already drenched streets they just hoped that they could deliver the package before another downpour could begin.
"Hey Max, after this run, what to come over to my place?"
"Hmm, that's right up on my list somewhere between root cannel and lobotomy.
"Come on, I'm going to teach Sketchy how to play poker, if I have to spend the whole time listening to how he suddenly loves transgenics I might have to give him a reason not to.
"Fine, but only if Cindy can come too. We were going to go to Crash, I don't want to leave her hanging."
"The more the merrier." Tossing her his cell, "give her a call."
"The more the merrier, eh? How 'bout I call Normal and invite him too?" Max laughed as Alec suddenly swerved and almost hit a pole.
"You do that Max and I'll wipe that pretty little off your face," Alec replied jokingly, hoping that Max wasn't serious.
After they dropped of the package, they headed back to Alec's to get set for that night. Looking in Alec's fridge Max's jaw dropped. "Where the hell did you get so many condiments and why?"
"Huh? Oh yah, impressive isn't it," Alec boasted, standing in front of the mustard, ketchup and chocolate syrup filled fridge. He must have had a least a dozen different types of each. "I'm not really sure, but I just kinda like that stuff. I was always running out so I just stocked up."
"Do you have any real food in there?"
"Well…," Alec desperately searched for anything, just so that he could show her up. "Yup, here we go, a jar of pickles, half a gallon of… I think that's milk, and a bottle of vodka."
"Vodka? In the fridge?" Max shook her head, wanting to know why it was there, but secretly dreading the answer.
"Cupboard got full," Alec stated simply, opening the doors to a cupboard so full a bottles that many were on the verge of falling of the edge. "Have you truly even gotten drunk Max? Not tipsy, drunk. Do you know how much liquor that takes." Seeing the doubt in her eyes his grin grew. "We are getting so drunk tonight even Sketchy could beat you at pool!"