Crafty Carrigan
Max pushed the front door of the apartment open, stumbling inside and pulling off his jacket as he did so. He tossed the grey jacket aside and then proceeded into the big room at the side of the apartment where his friend Prudence was lounging across the sofa.
'Hey Maxwell,' she said airily and waved a hand in regal fashion. Max nodded towards her in recognition and stood in the middle of the room, watching her. 'What have you been up to?'
Max smirked. 'I've been getting some phone numbers.'
Prudence raised her eyebrows and pulled her small frame up to sit. 'Hand 'em over.'
Max reached into his pocket and pulled out a generous handful of little slips of paper. Handing them carefully to Prudence, he collapsed onto a chair next to her.
Pru smiled at him and began to investigate his prospects. On each piece of paper next to the number and the name there was a small (unskilled) sketch of a woman.
'They're there to help me remember who was attractive and who wasn't, you see.'
Prudence laughed and held one up to her eyes, studying it. Flowing, wavy hair surrounded a button-shaped head, and two lines for eyes, a dot for a nose and a half-moon mouth illustrated the girls features.
'Is this what they're supposed to look like?' Prudence giggled, picking up another. 'This one looks like a pimple!'
Just then Jude walked into the room with a curious smirk on his lips. 'That's not very nice, Prudence, he can't help his appearance... Though he could take a shower every once and a while.'
Max screwed up his expression and held up an empty glass flower vase, threatening to throw it at Jude's head. Jude shrugged and settled on the sofa next to Prudence, knowing full well that Max wouldn't throw it. Because if he did, he would have to clean it up before Sadie came home and threw his ass out the window.
Max set it on the side table then straightened up, his nose in the air. 'Your simple-minded insults do not effect me in any way,' he said snootily, crossing his arms.
Prudence smirked knowingly. 'Max is channeling some of your fabulous artistic talents, Jude.'
Jude raised his eyebrows as she handed the papers to him, and he eagerly flipped through them. Max, meanwhile, was muttering expletives under his breath, knowing well that Jude was having a field day with this and was greatly enjoying Max's failed attempts at artwork.
'Wow, Max!' Jude exclaimed. 'You've really outdone yourself with this lot! They are simply gorgeous!'
Max glared at him. Jude stared back blankly and then said:
'Get over it, pimple.'
Not my best, but I worked through it quickly.
And this is totally something Max would do. 'Was she hot? Nah, she had a mole on her nose... But she was a fox!'
Number 10! Hooray! :)