Chapter 43: Tabby to the Rescue

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Thump, thump, thump, thump. Max's fingers pounded the hard surface of the computer. The screen blinked on and off each time a finger hit. He sighed and grabbed his gray cell phone from his pants pocket. As the numbers dialed on there own he eased back in his chair. The legs groaned.

The phone rang.


"Hello?"


"Tabby I'm bored. Save me."


Her annoying laugh traveled across the phone. "I thought a sexy cowboy like yourself could find entertainment in any situation."


"Shut up." He said, annunciating each word.


Her voice lowered to a sexy whisper. "Want me to come over?"


"Try a change of scenery," Max grumbled.


"That's a little rude," Tabitha said. "I thought we always had fun together."


"Save it for someone who cares," Max growled.


"You better not be cocky or I'll leave you there to rot."


"No, no. Please don't leave me here," Max begged. "I might die if I stay here much longer."


"Is Max begging?"


"I do not beg, I wine," Max said. "Until I get my way."


"Where do you want to meet?"


"The club."


"You want me to bring Wanda? Sh-"


"No! Anyone but her!" Max said. "You can bring Fred for all I care, just not her. What kind of looser are you? Don't you have any other friends, who don't drop light fixtures on people's feet?"


"I could see if Lilly wants to go." Tabitha said. "However, I don't usually like to bring around friends who I deem prettier than me..."


"Lilly? Who's Lilly?" Max asked perking up.


"No, never mind-"


"Tabby, Tabby no one could be prettier than you," Max said.


"Even little misses Jean Grey?"


"No. Of course not. Now what does she look like?"


Tabitha laughed again, this time it did not annoy Max as much. "Let's make it a surprise," she said. "When do you want to meet?"


Max looked over at the clock and groaned; no red letters glowed against the black surface. About thirty minutes ago he had been entertaining himself by making it turn on and off. Unfortunately, even if he turned it on it would blink 12:00. He looked at the computer, remembering that it had a clock at the top of the screen.


"Well, it's six o'clock now, so...meet me in fifteen minutes," Max said.

"Okay, see ya then."

Click.


/Great, Max thought. New squeeze. If she's friends with Tabby, chances are she is easy as Tabby./


Nudge, nudge.

/Go away./