Disclaimer: basically everything is not mine; the characters, the setting, the main plot, the history, and some of the lines are not mine, and I have just the actual story line. Sob.
Max walked into Crash, brushing off the guys who hit on her, heading straight to the bar. "Hey," she said, getting the bartender's attention. The woman walked over and smiled.
"Hey Max," she replied. "What can I get for you? Beer?" Max nodded and laid her head down on the counter. A minute later, she felt the woman set a glass down in front of her, and the woman patted the top of her head. "Bad day?" she asked. "Want something stronger?
Max lifted her head to tell the woman to shove off, but seeing her standing there, totally sincere, pulled something. She nodded. "One of my best friends is a guy, and I just don't know what's happening between us. I can't even touch him, and now there's this new chick, Asha. Some times I just wanna-" Max mimed strangling someone. "So then I go over, and I walked in on them…well, they were too close for my comfort." she trailed off as she held up her beer-"To all the guys in the world shaping up and making sense to us women!"- and took a big sip of her beer.
The girl laughed. "Isn't that what every woman wants? Asha… blond chicka, pretty new?" Max nodded. "And let me guess. Your guy is cute, blond, in a wheelchair- I think his name is Logan." Max nodded again. The woman smiled. "Girl, your best friend is seriously into you. When you two are in here I see him staring so hard I'm amazed you don't have a hole in your head! And I see Asha hitting on him when he comes out here, and he won't have any of it. They had a big fight this summer- ended with Asha bangin out, something about 'her' being gone." Max allowed herself a small grin.
"Good to know. Thanks…"
"Lana."
"Thanks, Lana. You new here?"
"Actually, I'm subbing in for my brother. He needs me every once and a while. I just happened to be working his shift that night. Can I give you some advice?"
Max nodded and took another gulp of the beer. "Shoot."
"Whatever you walked in on, chances are things weren't what they seemed. Give your boy and Miz Chicka a change to explain. Or at talk to him. Maybe doing it when she's there isn't such a good idea." Max nodded and drained the rest of her beer. As she reached for her money, Lana waved her off. "On the house." Max flashed her a true smile and headed out of the dark smoky bar.
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