Disclaimer: I don't own Dark Angel or the Song used in this chapter.
Author's Note: I've rewritten this too bring the whole thing to a close. I suppose I needed another part because the last left a lot of unanswered questions, but I couldn't simply add this to the last chapter because – well none of this has anything to do with the song… although this was originally intended as a Standalone…
It was early morning by now, but the party at Crash was only just getting started. People were laughing and dancing, celebrating the arrival of the weekend with pre-pulse songs and cheap beer. The lights had been dimmed to a mute glow and the sounds of loud music made the two smallish rooms throb with a heavy beat.
Max burst out laughing, "You are joking, right?"
"Nah-ah," OC grinned, "This is the straight-up truth. Hot-boy's been trying to write a 'letter of ap-pol-ogy' for the last coupla days – but he ain't figured out that as far as the postal service is concerned you and me don't exist. The building is abandoned. The house is empty – and we girls ain't nothing but squat-terrrs." She chuckled and punched her friend on the arm playfully.
Max nodded and flashed her a smile, "And you didn't set him straight? Shame on you Cindy…"
The chocolate woman beside her shrugged, her dark eyes sparkling. "He ran off to do his little 'Love me or Leave Me' dealio, afore the Original Cindy could open her mouth. Deserves all he gets." She winked mischievously at her companion.
Max chuckled. "Yeah, I guess," she sighed turning away.
"You gonna open that, boo?" the Original Cindy put in with a pointed and shamelessly nosy glance at the envelope in her friend's hands. Max suddenly realised she'd been running her fingers up and down the crisp white paper for the last fifteen minutes.
She took a deep breath. Her grip tensed, as she stared hard at the smooth flowing script that outlined her address. Then she smiled, and stuffed the envelope away in her pocket.
"No," she explained to Cindy as she got off her stool, "I'm not. I don't need too. I already know what I'm gonna do."
"So, he's forgiven?" Cindy called after her friend, as she turned to leave.
Max turned around flashed her roommate a mischievous smirk, "What do you think?"