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A/N: Thanks so much for the encouraging reviews! This really makes one post faster:-)
One thing I forgot to mention earlier: The story takes place towards the end of Season one. Cindy knows about Max and they have been to Cape Haven already, too.
**
Head over heels – no way
*
Max leaned against the counter with her back and watched the people in the crowded, loud bar. She enjoyed this atmosphere. It was always a little too loud, with too much smoke hanging in the air and there always were some poor drunk idiots wasting their money on stupid card games. But it still made her feel safe. Here she was one of many. Nobody cared about her past, she could just become part of one big group of people enjoying themselves.
Well, lately she hadn't been here that often because she had enjoyed calm nights at Logan's. She always felt welcomed, got fantastic dinners, there was somebody there who knew her, knew who she really was, she didn't have to be careful and guarded, she could just be herself and he still accepted her and treated her like a respectful human being- and she could whip the guy's ass at chess! What else could she ask for?
But Crash was still important to her, as much as she liked Logan, as a friend of course, she sometimes felt the urge to come here, see her peeps and have some fun.
"Hey, Boo! There's a guy who wants to lose against you at pool. You're up for it? We told him you were the best." Cindy made the bartender a sign and moments later she received a full glass of beer. "Come on!"
Max grinned and followed her best friend to the pool table in one corner of the bar. Her eyes caught sight of a tall, dark-haired guy immediately. He openly smiled at her, leaning on his queue cockily.
His dark eyes glinted and his black hair fell into his face in slight curls. And those dimples that showed when he exposed his perfectly white teeth to smile made her heart beat faster.
Max couldn't take her eyes from him. He was just taking off his leather jacket and she could see that he was working out, too. The spider-net tattoo on his left upper arm even accented his well-defined muscles.
"Hi. I'm Tom. They said you are the best of the best from here to the East Coast." Another one of his brilliant smiles followed.
"Hi," she stammered, not really understanding why she suddenly felt like a stupid teenager.
Cindy looked at her, frowning. It took quite a bit to distract Max like this. She had only seen that when she had talked about Logan before. "She is the best. Right, Max?" she intently looked at her friend, urging her to say something that actually made sense.
"What? Yeah, right. I am." She slowly found her composure again.
"So are you read to prove that to me?" Tom held out an inviting hand.
"Sure. You break." Max couldn't help but admire the guy concentrating on the game. Good thing she didn't need her concentration to win a simple game of pool.
*
Two hours and four depressing games later Tom had invited her to a drink and they sat at a small round table chatting. Suddenly Max's beeper went off. "Sorry." She quickly reached for it and checked the number, frowning.
"Is it something important? You don't have to go, do you?" Tom looked at her pleadingly.
Max twisted the evil beeper between her fingers for a moment, then she let it slip back into her jacket, shaking her head. "This can wait. So where were we?" she took a sip of her beer and smiled at Tom.
**
"Hi. It's Logan. Max around?"
"Wait a moment. – Max! Telephone!" Cindy called and waited until her roommate appeared in the living room before tossing her the receiver with a slick smile.
"Yeah?" Max asked. Her heart rate had increased immediately. Maybe it was Tom, asking…
"Were the hell have you been yesterday?" Her heart rate slowed. Instead she silently cursed. She had completely forgotten about Logan. She had promised to be there for a job.
"I'm sorry, I forgot."
"I beeped you," he said accusingly. "I would have needed you."
"I know. I said I'm sorry." She felt anger and annoyance rise. She did have her own life, why couldn't he see that?
"It's not that simple, Max."
"I can do it tonight. No big dealio."
"Unless they already transferred the money to other accounts."
"Relax, will you? They won't do that today." Hell, she needed a good reason now. "It's Sunday." She flinched herself at that lame excuse.
"Right, because every criminal respects Sundays," came Logan's sarcastic response.
"Whatever. I'll do it as soon as it's dark."
There was a short paused and she felt like Logan wanted to tell her something, but all he said in the end was, "Fine. See you." With that she was dismissed.
"Whoa, what was that about?" Cindy sat on the couch, eating cereal. She wore only tank top and hot pants. For anything else their apartment was too hot.
"Nothing."
"Didn't sound like nothing to me."
"I had just forgotten I'd promised to help him out."
Cindy raised an eyebrow. Now that was something new! Max forgetting about Logan. "Might be this has something to do with a certain tall, handsome guy?"
Max rolled her eyes. "I don't know what you are talking about."
"If I didn't know you were head over heels for Logan, I'd say you have a crush."
"I'm not into Logan! And I don't have a crush either."
"Right."
"Okay, maybe I enjoyed yesterday evening a little bit."
"And Logan?"
Max sighed. "Assuming, hypothetically, that I liked Logan, what I don't, but I mean…he doesn't like me back. There's never gonna happen anything. So what am I supposed to do? Spend the rest of my life wallowing?"
"Logan and not liking you? You're kiddin' me."
Max shook her head. "He's too good for me, he'd never go for a gal like me. I mean trouble and I'm a freakin' killing machine. Besides. He is way too busy pitying himself. He doesn't have room for me."
"Whatever you say, Boo."
With a warning glance over her shoulder Max disappeared in the bathroom.
**
TBC
A/N: Thanks so much for the encouraging reviews! This really makes one post faster:-)
One thing I forgot to mention earlier: The story takes place towards the end of Season one. Cindy knows about Max and they have been to Cape Haven already, too.
**
Head over heels – no way
*
Max leaned against the counter with her back and watched the people in the crowded, loud bar. She enjoyed this atmosphere. It was always a little too loud, with too much smoke hanging in the air and there always were some poor drunk idiots wasting their money on stupid card games. But it still made her feel safe. Here she was one of many. Nobody cared about her past, she could just become part of one big group of people enjoying themselves.
Well, lately she hadn't been here that often because she had enjoyed calm nights at Logan's. She always felt welcomed, got fantastic dinners, there was somebody there who knew her, knew who she really was, she didn't have to be careful and guarded, she could just be herself and he still accepted her and treated her like a respectful human being- and she could whip the guy's ass at chess! What else could she ask for?
But Crash was still important to her, as much as she liked Logan, as a friend of course, she sometimes felt the urge to come here, see her peeps and have some fun.
"Hey, Boo! There's a guy who wants to lose against you at pool. You're up for it? We told him you were the best." Cindy made the bartender a sign and moments later she received a full glass of beer. "Come on!"
Max grinned and followed her best friend to the pool table in one corner of the bar. Her eyes caught sight of a tall, dark-haired guy immediately. He openly smiled at her, leaning on his queue cockily.
His dark eyes glinted and his black hair fell into his face in slight curls. And those dimples that showed when he exposed his perfectly white teeth to smile made her heart beat faster.
Max couldn't take her eyes from him. He was just taking off his leather jacket and she could see that he was working out, too. The spider-net tattoo on his left upper arm even accented his well-defined muscles.
"Hi. I'm Tom. They said you are the best of the best from here to the East Coast." Another one of his brilliant smiles followed.
"Hi," she stammered, not really understanding why she suddenly felt like a stupid teenager.
Cindy looked at her, frowning. It took quite a bit to distract Max like this. She had only seen that when she had talked about Logan before. "She is the best. Right, Max?" she intently looked at her friend, urging her to say something that actually made sense.
"What? Yeah, right. I am." She slowly found her composure again.
"So are you read to prove that to me?" Tom held out an inviting hand.
"Sure. You break." Max couldn't help but admire the guy concentrating on the game. Good thing she didn't need her concentration to win a simple game of pool.
*
Two hours and four depressing games later Tom had invited her to a drink and they sat at a small round table chatting. Suddenly Max's beeper went off. "Sorry." She quickly reached for it and checked the number, frowning.
"Is it something important? You don't have to go, do you?" Tom looked at her pleadingly.
Max twisted the evil beeper between her fingers for a moment, then she let it slip back into her jacket, shaking her head. "This can wait. So where were we?" she took a sip of her beer and smiled at Tom.
**
"Hi. It's Logan. Max around?"
"Wait a moment. – Max! Telephone!" Cindy called and waited until her roommate appeared in the living room before tossing her the receiver with a slick smile.
"Yeah?" Max asked. Her heart rate had increased immediately. Maybe it was Tom, asking…
"Were the hell have you been yesterday?" Her heart rate slowed. Instead she silently cursed. She had completely forgotten about Logan. She had promised to be there for a job.
"I'm sorry, I forgot."
"I beeped you," he said accusingly. "I would have needed you."
"I know. I said I'm sorry." She felt anger and annoyance rise. She did have her own life, why couldn't he see that?
"It's not that simple, Max."
"I can do it tonight. No big dealio."
"Unless they already transferred the money to other accounts."
"Relax, will you? They won't do that today." Hell, she needed a good reason now. "It's Sunday." She flinched herself at that lame excuse.
"Right, because every criminal respects Sundays," came Logan's sarcastic response.
"Whatever. I'll do it as soon as it's dark."
There was a short paused and she felt like Logan wanted to tell her something, but all he said in the end was, "Fine. See you." With that she was dismissed.
"Whoa, what was that about?" Cindy sat on the couch, eating cereal. She wore only tank top and hot pants. For anything else their apartment was too hot.
"Nothing."
"Didn't sound like nothing to me."
"I had just forgotten I'd promised to help him out."
Cindy raised an eyebrow. Now that was something new! Max forgetting about Logan. "Might be this has something to do with a certain tall, handsome guy?"
Max rolled her eyes. "I don't know what you are talking about."
"If I didn't know you were head over heels for Logan, I'd say you have a crush."
"I'm not into Logan! And I don't have a crush either."
"Right."
"Okay, maybe I enjoyed yesterday evening a little bit."
"And Logan?"
Max sighed. "Assuming, hypothetically, that I liked Logan, what I don't, but I mean…he doesn't like me back. There's never gonna happen anything. So what am I supposed to do? Spend the rest of my life wallowing?"
"Logan and not liking you? You're kiddin' me."
Max shook her head. "He's too good for me, he'd never go for a gal like me. I mean trouble and I'm a freakin' killing machine. Besides. He is way too busy pitying himself. He doesn't have room for me."
"Whatever you say, Boo."
With a warning glance over her shoulder Max disappeared in the bathroom.
**
TBC
