Leaning in towards the other transgenic with obvious intent, Alec joked as loud as he dared, "Cat got your tongue, Maxie?"
Taking a quick side-step-hop to avoid him, Max hissed back, "You stay away from my tongue. Or don't you think I get that there's enough feline DNA in you for you to consider that ample motive to… I don't even want to know." It was the most she'd spoken in the last half hour, arms crossed firmly over her chest, tongue darting out to lick her lips despite herself.
Trying not to be distracted by said tongue that had just briefly slipped into his view, which Alec was sure she'd done purely to antagonize him when words couldn't damper his enthusiasm, Alec forced himself to pay attention to her demeanor instead. He sighed, "Still mad at me, huh?"
Raising an inquisitive eyebrow that he was even asking such an obvious question, Max tried hard not to be fooled by his innocent look. Alec knew damn well that she was mad, and she was firmly in her right to be so. "Words cannot even come close to expressing how much I hate you right now."
"Hey," Alec argued back amiably, knowing that her mood was more for show and nerves than any real animosity, "I won fair and square. If you weren't prepared for your end of the deal then you shouldn't have agreed to our bet."
Slightly louder than she'd intended, Max hissed, "Fair and square?! Alec, that was hardly-" she took a forced breath as there was a creaking of floorboards below her, both transgenics easily swinging up to a handstand on the next ledge. "Fair," she finished; feeling robbed of her tirade by the whisper necessity brought it to an end with.
But Alec had already swung back down over the ledge, noting that their opponent was finally out of sight. He motioned up the quick hand signals of the plan, just incase Max was suffering delusions of anger and was planning on something stupid. When a quick nod was his reply, Alec silently lifted the window open and dropped into the now empty room.
With one last suffering sigh, Max swung down and rolled through the window, landing gracefully on her feat where she knew the boards wouldn't squeak. She strode forward, quick but silent, determined to get this over with as soon as possible. She reached the target of the room and hurried over.
Alec, meanwhile, was already sitting at the writing desk where an unnecessary chair stood, scribbling hastily away in a perfect imitation of Max's handwriting. He tried hard to keep the grin mostly off of his face when he turned to Max, knowing that as enjoyable as it would be, now was not the time for a brawl between the two.
Dropping her burden into a nearby hamper haphazardly, Max turned and regarded the last part of the plan with her first twinges of amusement. She motioned, 1… 2… 3… and both transgenics took graceful leaps at the bed.
She ducked into a roll, turning herself about and he ran over her and up the wall to use it as a turnaround point. Before the noise had even had time to register with the occupant of the building, they were both up and out the window, pausing only briefly to balance on the ledge before scrambling up and over the roof to the safety of the next building over.
Where Alec promptly collapsed into a fit of laughter, as Max actually paused to offer a small grin, now that she was done with her part of the deal. "Oh God," Alec complained, happily able to use the natural volume of his voice again, "that was too priceless."
Suddenly concerned, Max leaned over the other transgenic, demanding, "What did you put?"
Waving her off and ducking away from the threatening foot that came his way, Alec defended himself quickly, "None of that now! I only said, and I quote, 'Not even Original Cindy would stoop to a pastel room, and she's a gay woman. You might want to burn them, especially now.' That okay, your mightiness?"
The dry monotone in which the recital was delivered was enough to make Max laugh finally, as she was relatively sure that he wasn't lying and figured it was nothing so bad as that Logan couldn't live with. Besides, they had only been there a second or two, what could Logan possibly think would have happened? "Mmm," Max nodded, "just so long as you keep your part of the bet when I whoop your ass next game…"
"Yeah, yeah, gotta beat me first."