AN: Sorry to those people who want to hear the Mardi Gras story - hints are dropped, but I might not actually write it down. And if I do, it'll be at the very end.
Max arrived at Jam Pony quite early the next morning, in a reasonable mood.
After spending most - okay, all - of last night at Logan's, listening to Ryan tell embarrassing stories about Logan. Logan had retorted with humiliating stories about Ryan and added in a couple of recon jobs about Max, that she'd wanted to forget. Not her most graceful hour.
Stuffing her satchel in her locker, Max went and made herself a cup of coffee and settled in front of the television.
Normal was over there in a flash. "Bip, bip, bip! The packages won't deliver themselves! Do this in you own time people!"
Max held up her watch. "See, Normal, it's still 'my time' for another 7 minutes and 19 seconds."
Normal looked confused, then shocked and then…pleased. "Okay."
Max turned around to look at her boss. "Is the world going psycho, or is it just me?"
"You," replied Original Cindy, sitting down next to her. "Am I actually on time?"
Normal grinned nastily. "5 minutes and 29 seconds."
Original Cindy looked at Max. "Call someone, I'm *early * to * work*."
Max nodded. Her mind was obviously elsewhere, and Cindy was interested what could be more interesting that * herself* being *early * to work.
"Can you imagine Logan in a pink sparkly bikini set?" Max sipped her coffee.
Cindy made a face. "Roller Boy in a bikini? Not something I ever want to imagine."
Max looked at Cindy. "He's out of his wheelchair now," Max replied. "And his friend from college is visiting and I went round there and heard some stories about Logan when he was younger."
"And mobile."
Max whacked Cindy across the arm. "Look, are we meeting up at Crash tonight?"
Cindy nodded.
"Okay. Kendra, Ryan and Logan are coming."
"Stop," Cindy held up a hand. "Rewind, girl. Who is Ryan?"
"Logan's college friend," Max replied.
"Bip, bip, bip!" Normal shouted. "This is my time now! Package to Foggle Towers!"
"I'll take it!" Max called, Cindy smirking. "What?"
"Off to see the rich boyfriend?" Cindy grinned.
"He's not my boyfriend," Max retorted, grabbing her bike and leaving.
"But he will be," Cindy grinned at Max's retreating form. "I give it till the end of the week."