Max slammed the door as she walked into the house.
"Max!" Original Cindy exclaimed happily, standing up from the sofa where she'd been on the phone (probably with her parents. They were never around.) She sat back down and wrinkled her nose in disgust. "What's that smell?"
"That stupid bastard worked us raw," Max growled, sitting down on the sofa next to OC. Original Cindy scooted over a little bit. "Jondy started crying," she said offhandedly.
"What about Joshua?"
"He seemed pretty good about everything, considering we've got the choreographer from hell," Max shrugged. "Zack just about went ballistic and almost dropped Brin on the ground."
"Too bad he didn't," Original Cindy said with a grin. "And, I'm sorry, boo, but could you please take a shower? You smell nasty."
"You're not exactly rosy yourself, OC," Max said indignantly. "And," she got up from the sofa, "I'm only going upstairs because I want to call Logan."
"Whatever you need to tell yourself, boo," Cindy said, picking up a magazine and beginning to read it.
"What'd your parents want to talk to you about anyways?" Max asked.
"Oh, right," Original Cindy grinned even more. "Mom and Dad gave me my car privileges back."
"What?" Max asked, suddenly deadly serious. "They sent you back your license?"
"And the registrations for all of my cars," Cindy beamed. "And my insurance card. And the license plates... the taillights..."
"You know," Max interrupted her. "I think I need to go have some alone time. Maybe go, you know, heal torn muscles."
"Go ahead," OC gave her her blessing. "I'm fixin' to go down to the Blowfish Tavern tonight..."
Under any other circumstances, Max wouldn't have done what she was about to do; but some people were just too dangerous to have behind a wheel. Original Cindy was one of those people. She gathered up all of her courage...
and knocked on Alec's door.
The door opened and Alec - who always made it seem as if he were up to something when he came out of his room - peeked through the crack.
"Let's take a walk," Max said.
"Are you going to take out a whack on me?" Alec asked cautiously.
"If I were going to kill you, I wouldn't go about it in such an obvious way. More like, I'd," Max shrugged, "hire a cute blonde to slip something in your drink when you were at a club... have a few gangsters drag you out into the alley and then you'd meet the business end of a .45."
Alec stared blankly at her. Clearly unamused.
"I'll be right out."
"They gave her her car keys back?" Alec blurted. "Why would they do that? Why would the state of Wyoming - " he broke off.
"What?" Max asked.
"The court order - maybe it only applied while we were still living in Wyoming," he realized.
"A court order came when she wrapped a car around a pole?" Max inquired. Alec shook his head.
"No, no, Dad and Mom took away her license when she wrapped a car around a pole," Alec corrected. "After that, she ran away with her girlfriend Diamond - right after Diamond went insane and went after her pops with a shovel and a butcher knife, of course - and Cindy may or may not have been the instigator of a," he coughed slightly, "twenty-four car pile-up in the middle of the freeway. Seventeen injured, ten critical, a young mother gave birth in a taxi and a man died of a panic attack as he waiting to be plied out with the Jaws of Life..." Alec shook his head. "Original Cindy was on house-arrest for a few weeks after that, then the good old officers of the law took away the plates on all of her cars."
"And now they're back," Max said fearfully. "We need to do something to keep Cindy off the road."
"No can do," Alec told her. "Cindy's first love is flat-ass white women - preferably naked and covered in strategic places with honey, chocolate or whipped cream. Her second love is cars and seeing how fast they'll go."
"What's her third love?" Max asked.
"Diamond," Alec shrugged. "But we don't have to worry about that for a while - if she looses her last appeal, then we won't have to worry about it ever. She's over eighteen, they can officially trial that bitch as an adult." His smirk disappeared, "But that's not the point!" he said quickly. "How are we going to stop Cindy from wrecking another car? We're in Seattle! There are slightly bigger buildings here than in Gillette!"
"Not to mention the Space Needle," Max said, seeing the building off in the horizon. "Oh God - what's going to happen to the Needle?"
"Same thing that happened to the water tower in Gillette, probably," Alec said dryly. He gestured with his hands - a small explosion. "Fwoom!"
"But she won't drive with her license plates?" Max asked.
"No," Alec confirmed. "She's never been stopped by the police in a car." Max nodded and stopped their impromptu walk.
"Okay, I've got it."
"Where are they?" Original Cindy yelled, picking up pillows and tossing them over her shoulder. "Where are they?"
"Where are what?" Max asked, tilting her head in a way reminiscent of Mia's habit.
"My plates!" Cindy shouted. "I was going to take them to Biggs so he could stick them back on!"
"Why the rush?" Alec asked from where he was sitting watching television. "Did a justice of the peace grant you and Diamond conjugal visits?"
"I was going to go get food from a drive-through!" Original Cindy whined, collapsing on the sofa. "I haven't been to a drive-through in..."
"Four months, one week, three days..." Alec muttered. "Since the McDonalds incident, that is."
"The McDonalds thang don't have nothin' to do with this!" Original Cindy yelled, getting back up. "I'm gettin' my plates back, one way or another!" she roared, stomping out of the room. Max grinned at Alec.
"No she's not," she whispered happily.
A famous, millionaire author once said that there were some things you can't share without ending up (sort of) liking each other. Stealing a lesbian's license plates and hiding them in order to prevent said lesbian from terrorizing poor pedestrians (and mailboxes, and bicyclists, and other car owners... and some McDonald's employees) is one of them.
Author's Note: A cookie to whoever knows the famous, millionaire author.
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