Title: Max's Given Alias

By: messymissy

A/N: Thanks for the reviews! Enjoy!

(For other information, go to part 1.)


Jondy had been in Seattle for two months.

During that time period, Max and Jondy made up for lost time, and they grew closer. They spent most of their days working at Jam Pony and going to Crash to hang out with their friends. Jondy adapted well to Max's life. At night, they raced around the city on their motorcycles, planned heists, and had late-night chats on top of the Space Needle. The two sisters were able to spend most, if not all, of their days and nights together. They both finally had someone to ease the loneliness of their sleepless nights.

A month after Jondy came to Seattle, Max moved into Jondy's apartment. Her roommate, Kendra, had decided to move in with her boyfriend, Mr. Multiples, so Max was left on her own. Max's apartment was a dismal little place, so Jondy told Max that she could move in with her, since she had two extra rooms. Max agreed, and so it was done.

Max and Jondy became roommates.

One nearly typical day after their shift at Jam Pony, Max's and Jondy's gang of friends assembled for their daily visit to Crash.

Jondy was not having a good day. She broke away from the gang and headed to her locker as they began to leave. Max saw her slip off to the lockers and headed towards her sister.

"Hey, Jondy," said Max. "What are you doing here all by yourself? You're not coming to Crash with us?"

"Um... I'll meet you there later. You go ahead and go without me. Right now, I need a shower or two. Some jerk was trying to sell me some fish and pushed me into a pile of their guts. I smell like crap," Jondy grumbled as she slammed her locker shut.

"That jackass! If he did that to me, I'd so rearrange his face."

"Oh, don't worry about that. I made sure that he'll never get into someone's face about fish again. I mean, I had to do something. The guy just stood there and laughed when I fell into his pile of shit. I'd understand if it was an accident, but he just stood there like an idiot and laughed." Suddenly she smirked, "Anyway, that guy will never look at fish again without thinking of the time when he had a handful of fish guts down his pants, down his throat, in his ears, and up his nose."

"You didn't."

"Hey, he got a taste of his own medicine. I was about to just push him into the pile of guts, but I thought that he needed to be put in a more uncomfortable situation. I wonder how he liked walking around with fish up his ass for the rest of the day," Jondy pondered, slightly amused. "He's definitely going to have some trouble getting some of that stuff off of him, not to mention the stink."

"Haha! Well, I'm glad that you got your revenge," Max laughed.

"So am I," she agreed.

"You need any help getting the fish off of you?"

"No," Jondy waved her off. "I'll take care of this myself. You go ahead and go without me. Besides, I don't think there's anything for you to do anyway."

"Okay, but are you sure?"

"Positive."

"All right. Well, good luck trying to get the smell off of you. See you later, okay?" Max said as she headed off.

"Yeah."

With a wave, Max caught up with Original Cindy, and they strolled out of the building.

A moment later, Sketchy came over and asked, "Aren't you coming with us?"

"No, Sketch, I'll meet you all there later."

"Whew! You stink!" he exclaimed as he walked within a few feet of Jondy. "What'd you do? Did you jump into a sewer filled with sludge or something?"

"No! Do you think that I like to smell like this? Thanks for stating the obvious!" she cried in exasperation. "Don't you think I know what I smell like?" Jondy asked angrily. She turned away from him and stalked out of Jam Pony.

Sketchy blinked and stared after her.

After a moment, he turned to a messenger on his right and asked, "What's up with her?"

The messenger shrugged but said, "I don't know man, but you never tell a girl that she stinks. You lose major points for that, man."

"Damn!"

Sketchy berated himself for being so blunt and insensitive to the opposite sex. He should have known better than to comment on such a sensitive issue. Ever since he was little, he always spoke his mind without actually thinking his thoughts through first. He usually said whatever pops into his head, which encouraged people to believe that he was more idiotic than he actually was. Sketchy's intellect was just hidden behind his goofy looks and his crude and random comments.

As Sketchy contemplated his tendency to blurt out whatever's on his mind whenever it occurred to him, he grabbed his bike and went on his way to Crash.

When he got to Crash, Sketchy spotted a pair of leggy blonds and wandered over to them. He was hoping to score a date with at least one of them.

So far, it was a normal evening at Crash. Most people were relaxing, getting drinks, getting drunk, talking, playing pool, meeting people, or even dancing.

Tonight, Max was at the pool table. Her usual crowd had dispersed all throughout Crash and were otherwise occupied by this time, and O.C. was hanging out with a new honey that she spotted at a nearby table moments ago, so Max played anyone who wanted to challenge her in pool. She'd let them get in a few shots, but by the end of each game, she came out victorious. Crowds loved to form around her table to watch her play. She knew this, and put on a show for them by complicating her shots.

This was how Max amused herself as she waited for Jondy to arrive. As much as she enjoyed playing pool and hanging out with her friends when they're available, the night just wouldn't be complete without her counterpart.

After she won another game, Max grabbed her drink and took a sip from it. She scanned the crowd for her next prey and kept a lookout for her sister. She was quietly formulating a plan for their nightly, late-night extravaganzas. Little did she know, she did not need to come up with any plans for later that night.