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txt mssg ✉️ max & clark
CLARK: that is perfect! the show starts at 9 and it takes about an hour to get there. we'll have some free time so i could buy dinner, of course.
MAX: I thought we'd covered that I'm not letting you pay for dinner, miss. We can surely go somewhere to eat before the show, and we'll slip the check like a modern couple.
MAX: Of friends.
txt mssg ✉️ max & clark
MAX: As I thought – I get off work at 7pm. That's in time for the piano show, right? If not then I guess we'll have to take a rain check for something else another day?
MAX: Lemme know and I can send you my work location so you can pick me up :)
“that is way too long,” clark agreed, chewing on the inside of her bottom lip before speaking again. “i do have you beat by about three more years. give or take.” she was way too preoccupied to come up with the exact time. “it sounds like we are both due for a show, then.” she concluded, starting to feel even more excitement sink in. it was one thing to have someone agree to come along with clark, but the fact that it was maxine and they both genuinely enjoyed the music created from a piano made the whole situation feel much better. “oh, of course i will! just give me a heads up and we’ll be good to go. i hope i won’t be stealing you away from work, though.” clark felt a bit concerned about that, the last thing she wanted was for max to get in trouble at her job but she had a feeling if that were a possibility then they could plan something else for another day. clark’s hand lowered from her mouth a bit when she watched max rub her eyes. of course the worst thoughts coming to mind like perhaps her ex had a headache from the obnoxious laughter clark had been doing the last couple minutes. just when she was about to ask if the other way okay, max responded and clark crossed her arms trying to play it off cool. “of course not, everyone knows it’s really all about the vegetable orchestra.”
Maxine’s eyes widened at the fact. It hadn’t crossed her mind that Clark would’ve been able to go that long without going to an event she seemed so excited about, especially since Max knew Clark loved music. “You know what? We should make like, a pact. We won’t let each other go for longer than a year without going to a piano show. Dueling or not.” She proposed. It was a silly pact, and a pact that was perhaps to be broken in the future and it wouldn’t be really of any harm to anyone, but Max still felt the need to do it. She stretched her hand out, offering it to Clark as a way to seal the deal. “Tomorrow I’ll text you what time I get off, eh? But hey, I’ll let you know if I can’t make it, don’t worry. I’d never do anything that could potentially get me in trouble at work. I do work around lots of people who can use heavy guns.” She commented in what could only be considered a joke, although she spoke seriously. The guns weren’t the reason she wouldn’t risk trouble at work, but she wasn’t about to go into talking about the oath she’d taken, the resposability she had to her country and all those all things army officers say when questioned about their work. “But then again, I am one of those people who can use heavy guns, so...” She added in an even more jokingly tone. Max watched Clark’s hesitancy, wondering if she’d said something that could’ve gotten to her in a bad way. When she spoke again, Maxine felt herself get lighter. It all seemed good. “Vegetable orchestra?” She was caught off guard and cracked up, cackling loudly at the expression used. “I mean, what the hell?” She said in the midst of her laugh fit. “Jesus, Clark, you can be really funny, you know that?” Max managed to stop herself from laughing further more, and fixed her eyes back on Clark. The smiling from the laughter didn’t escape her face for one second. “I’ve missed laughing like this. Thanks for that.”
“yes, that’s absolutely true. i’m so excited about this. it has been years since i have attended a show. i’m sure it will bring back many memories.” clark sighed out, briefly reminiscing on the past–but not for too long, of course. the tone in max’s voice sounded a bit suspicious in a way clark couldn’t quite explain, so instead she rose an eyebrow and let a smallest laugh push past her lips. “it’s a bit of a drive from here, i could pick you up of course.” seeing max smile and laugh was always a relief to clark in a way, knowing she had been having a challenging time adjusting back to life here in pensacola. clark couldn’t possibly imagine everything max experienced in the service, but that would be another question for another day–only if max would be willing to share. in fact, clark would more than likely wait for max to bring it up herself. “hey, that sounds like a plan to me.” though clark secretly hoped that one day the other would give in for a meal or something in the like. max’s words made her snort, followed by her hand flying up to cover the mortified smile on her face. “oh, right! the army does specialize in pianists, after all.” she joked right back, words muffled since her hand was still hovering over her mouth.
Max sighed, her head falling to the back as she so understood the feeling. “Oh, god, yes. It’s been like, maybe six years since I’ve last seen a piano show? Way too long, if you wanna know my opinion.” She expressed, nodding at the fact. She remembered the one time in between deployments were she and some of her friends had managed a night off the base to check out a jazz club. It was one of the greatest memories she had of her time on duty. “That’d be perfect, yeah. Perhaps you could pick me up at work? I’m not entirely sure if I work this Saturday.” She chuckled. It was kinda embarrassing to her that she didn’t know her own work times, but she was almost sure Clark wouldn’t make a big deal out of it. Maxine’s organization skills had been decreasing with time, and although she was working on fixing it, she still hadn’t found any results to that effort. She wasn’t the best at these kind of stuff anyway, and she also wasn’t the best at admitting she needs help. So she’ll probably just suffer silently. Max smiled at her and Clark’s deal, her laughed alongside her. It was impossible not to at least crack a smile at the woman’s laugh. Gee, did she look pretty laughing. She closed her eyes to save the image in her head. Max rubbed her eyes with the tip of her fingers before opening them up again. “Of course! What do you think we do with our time when we’re not busy doing army stuff?” She took a dramatically comical pause, then chuckled before concluding: “Not piano, of course!”
“Well damn…” He murmured with a heavy sigh and pressed his palms against his aching temples. “Morals gotta ruin everything… Guess I should call a locksmith.” Flint sat up slowly, not wanting to aggravate the pain starting in his skull. “They always take their sweet flippin’ time though.” This, not to anyone’s surprise, was absolutely not the first time Flint had locked himself out of something in his post-hangover idiocy. “If there’s heat I am there… Hopefully I’m back in time for Bandit’s breakfast…”
Maxine side-eyed Flint for a second, then looked around as if she was just chocked by what she’d heard and wanted to check with someone else if that was really what Flint’d said. “So, wait. You haven’t tried to call a locksmith yet? Picking your car lock or getting punched in the face were seriously higher on your to-do list?” She chuckled at the ridiculousness of the situation, only slightly amused by it as most of her was kind of disappointed at how far humanity had gotten. “I suppose there is heat, and I guess I could house you until your… Bandit’s breakfast.” Max offered. Although she wasn’t very fond of having people over at her place, she wouldn’t be that rude woman to deny someone shelter. Especially someone who’d genuinely asked her to punch him in the face, so she’d make an exception for Flint. She was a good American after all.
Parker was almost taken aback by the woman’s comment, arching an eyebrow at her. There was never, ever a time where another person denied taking money from him. It was how he was able to get away with a lot, especially with messy situations like these ones. So this was…new. And weird. “I know that,” he told her, stilling holding out the bill in front of her. “Which is why I’m giving you this for the trouble. Or do you not know how this works?” He started slowly waving the twenty, lips pursed. “Do you want it or not? Or would you rather a fifty?”
Maxine wasn’t the biggest fan of having people pay for her things, and this situation was no different. In fact, this was one case where Max would really, really not accept that money. Had he asked how much was the coffee and asked to pay for it, she would’ve considered accepting the kindness for a second before probably denying it. But offering twenty - then fifty - dollars for her latte just made it seem like that man was a serious case of rich boy show-off. Maxine was familiar with those, having studied at a big shot university, and she didn’t appreciate them very much. “How this works?” She repeated after him, scoffing at the end of her words as she shook her head in disbelief. Looking down at the waving twenty dollar bill she honestly felt like taking it and ripping it in half. The man probably wouldn’t be too bothered by the action, given as twenty dollars seemed like nothing to him. “No, sir, I don’t want it. I’ll just step back in line and get myself another coffee.” She told him. “If twenty or fifty dollars aren’t that big a deal for you, then maybe you could give it to someone who won’t take it for granted.” Max gave the stranger a smile, stepping aside as she looked down to the floor and noticed the coffee that had splashed on her shoe. She sighed, reaching for a napkin on the counter and raising her leg to wipe the drink off her foot.
“if anything, they will sound better. it’s this saturday night.” noticing max’s growing smile it was hard to not look away, though she wanted to because clark knew soon enough she would have a dopey heart eyed expression. she opened her mouth to respond, but no words came to mind at first. of course clark knew that would be the case. “yes, i know.” she nodded in response, rubbing the back of her neck for several moments in an attempt to gather her thoughts. “but you realize that i’ll still offer every time, anyway.” besides, how could she not? even though things didn’t work out for them in the past, max was still very important to clark. “that’s probably for the best, i’d hate to embarrass you in front of everyone.” she teased with a wide grin.
Maxine nodded after Clark. “I’m sure they will. There’s nothing a nice friendly competition can’t make better.” She commented with joy, then blanking her expression to try and figure out whether or not she’d be working on Saturday night. “Right, yeah, I’m in. Saturday night it is.” She confirmed, allowing herself to smile in Clark’s direction again. It was difficult for Max to keep the happy expression away from her face when she was with Clark, who’s just a ray of sunshine. And although Max isn’t happy in the general concept of her life, moments like these make her days a little brighter – people like Clark make her day brighter. “I do, yes,” she laughed, “and we’ll manage it like that. You offering, and me declining your offer.” She said, her tone matching her feeling of hope for some sort of routine thing. “Sure, right, and we definitely can’t have you embarrassing me in front of a crowd. C'mon, how bad would the US Army look for having such bad pianists?” She teased along with Clark. It’d been a while since she’d genuinely enjoyed herself in the humorous sense of a conversation.
“yes ma’am, you’ve heard it right. have you ever been to one?” back in her hometown, clark would go to many shows but unfortunately that hasn’t been the case since she moved to florida years ago. “i really wouldn’t mind, though! consider it a thank you for tagging along with me. i guess we’ll have to see when we get there.” clark chuckled, raising an eyebrow. “so, you would take on me?”
“I believe so, too. If one pianist sounds great, two pianists can’t be bad. When is the show?” Max told the other, her smile matching Clark’s own as soon as she noticed it appearing. It was captivating, to say the least. “You do realize I will probably never let you pay for my food, right?” She asked, tilting her head to the side. “I suppose that if you’re such a boss pianist I have no business challenging you, then. I’m merely a decent one.”
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sophia: he can control water, and create hurricanes, he's a demi god.
sophia: also no i should be finishing up some final pages for something due next week but nothing is coming to me, it's like i was going full speed ahead and someone threw up a giant stop sign.
sophia: shit sorry that was a lot.
Max: A demi-god? Then I think percy jackson wins, right?
Max: It's okay, you can rant to me if you want, I don't mind.
Max: Is there anything you usually do to get past this... block?
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sophia: okay but who do you think would win a fight.
sophia: spider-man or percy jackson?
sophia: also, would you like to come over and hang out i think i might be losing my mind. 🙃
maxine: I don't really know what percy jackson's powers are, so I think I have to go with spider-Man?
maxine: Losing your mind over...? Percy jackson and spider-man?
“yes ma’am, you’ve heard it right. have you ever been to one?” back in her hometown, clark would go to many shows but unfortunately that hasn’t been the case since she moved to florida years ago. “i really wouldn’t mind, though! consider it a thank you for tagging along with me. i guess we’ll have to see when we get there.” clark chuckled, raising an eyebrow. “so, you would take on me?”
Max frowned in an amused confusion. “Can’t say I have, no. I’ve seen piano shows, but not dueling shows.” She explained. She was clearly excited to see a piano show again. It’d been years since she’d last been to one, and maybe it would bring nice memories for her. “No, really, I insist – you don’t have to pay. I’ll accept a drink, but not the food, c’mon.” Max smiled. “Damn right I would. You play the piano?”
Parker was running late. It wasn’t normal for him to be late for work, but he did drink a lot the night before and he had to rush his one-night stand out the door this morning as he was getting ready. Not the greatest start to an early morning, but still. As long as he grabbed his coffee, he would be fine till he would have to face the inevitable wrath of his father. Just because they were related, it didn’t mean that he was going to get away with dealing the consequences of his actions. Unfortunately.
He made it to the cafe in once piece, rushing inside to get in line, which didn’t look so bad but the place was apparently understaffed. Great. He could always get coffee during one of his breaks, but if he didn’t have one before arriving to work, he was sure he’d snap and kill someone. Eventually, he made his order and turning around to hurry out, he bumped into someone, making his and their drinks drop to the floor. “Shit!” he muttered. “Seriously? Damn it. Sorry, I’ll take care of that. Will…” He reached into his pocket for a twenty dollar bill, handing it to the person. “Will this cover it?”
Before enlisting, Max had never been used to getting up early. She’d avoid it as much as she could, actually, and would occasionally be late for some classes in college. In high school, she didn’t have a choice – she’d either wake up early to catch the bus or wake up fifteen minutes later (although still early) to catch a ride with her father. I guess it’s not that she didn’t have a choice, but that whatever it was her choice, she’d still be waking up way too early for her taste. Joining the army had an effect on her sleeping habits. She grew used to waking up allarmingly early and going to bed at weird hours, so napping throughout the day was her most valuable resource. So, understandably, it was hard for Maxine to shake off those habits after eight years of service, and having therapy in the mornings were her move so that her days would be so damn long and so damn boring.
Nonetheless, coffee was still a thing for her to start her day. Max would usually make her own coffee at home, avoiding lines and human contact, but she hadn’t realized she’d ran out of coffee powder the day before, and going to a cafe become a need. She’d never been to that exact one before, so confused as to what she should order, she just went for a medium latte. It seemed like a reasonable order, for a reasonable price. Having a stranger ruin her coffee wasn’t on her plans, though. She breathed deeply before she looked up from the caffeinated mess on the floor. “My coffee was $3.65, sir.” She replied, staring at the twenty dollar bill the man was trying to hand her. “However you don’t have to pay for it. I just suggest you start looking where you’re going. Nobody here is really responsible for whatever’s got you so..,” Max paused, looking for the best word, “blind? Late? Whichever it is.”
Reese couldn’t help but completely stop in her tracks only to check up on the other woman, trying to read her expression. Normally, it wouldn’t take her a long time, merely a couple of seconds, but this time around? It was hard. Not like ‘I am never going to solve this’ hard, but… it could be easily comparable to that, in a way. She cleared her throat, immediately nodding, as if she wanted to signalise that she was, in fact, still listening. “Yes, ma’am, that would be correct,” once more nodding she agreed with her words. After all, she seemed to know what she was talking about, and she was most definitely talking from the experience, so there was no way Reese could actually pick anything from her words to correct; it was like a breath of fresh air, seeing as all she was doing lately was letting people know they were in the wrong – in the most polite way it was actually possible, that is. “I don’t know much about service or support dogs, but from what I’ve read they’re able to help with things like that – with almost everything – now, that’s for sure. – It-it’s a wonderful thing, though, isn’t it? Gee, they really are a man’s best friend…” and with that, she trailed off, ducking her head down for a moment, all while she shuffled on her feet. Clearly, she was already feeling the buzz of the coffee she’s had. Good riddance, patience.
“— that would be Doctor Wolfe now, actually,” Ree knew Maxine was joking, but she couldn’t just not say that. After all, the woman was proud of her achievements, so it was understandable… kind of. “I’m-I’m a… resident, I… have interns to boss around, so it basically means I still am around two years from becoming a general surgeon – and boy, is it hard to cope without caffeine at times,” in her own attempt to joke, Reese let a genuine, wide smile stretch upon her features for a longer moment. “Although, I am certain that battling through the addiction together is a great method to get rid of it even faster, so… If we’re both still around good ol’ Pensacola, I will definitely be down for at least attempting that.”
Maxine appreciated Reese’s company. Not only her company, per say, but her attitude towards things. It was refreshing for Max to have this kind of easy moments in her life, and she’d be outrageously lying if she said this moments weren’t something she’d missed during her years of deployment. Of course she’d have nice moments here and there while on duty, but nothing quite matched being able to have coffee with a friend while walking your dog and not having to be prepared for a bomb to land right next to you. Maxine had missed the peace and quiet, and although Reese wasn’t exactly quiet, she was definite peace. “Yeah, no, they’re like, super dogs. Sansa turns the lights off for me at night, if I ask her to. She grabs my bottle of water and gives it to me before I go for a run.” She chuckled at the end, her dog’s achievements really playing out in her head. She smiled. “I guess I can certainly confirm it. Sansa’s my best friend.”
She couldn’t help herself, her whole face lighting up at Reese’s comment. It kinda got her a little unprepared. She’d known for a while that the younger girl was a doctor now, but let’s just say Max hadn’t really stopped to thing about how amazing that was. It’s crazy when someone you’ve seen grump over high school homework turns to you and says they’re a doctor. Max was crazy proud of Reese. “Right, yeah, Doctor Wolfe.” She corrected herself without being able to stop smiling at the blonde. “Hey, I’m really happy for you, you know? You seem like you really love this.” Maxine couldn’t help but comment, her hand hovering over Reese’s shoulder before she gave it that kind of older sisterly squeeze of pride. “I wish I could say I want to still be in Pensacola two years from now, but I don’t think that’s the case for me. Yet, you never know, I might end up being here in time for our de-caf.”
“— if I was still awake at the moment she’d arrive, I am sure she would have helped, a lot. – Other than that, I am not entirely convinced that a dog would actually have any kind of impact on my almost-lifeless body, as she would have when it comes to seizures,” she said, waving her hand a little. “After all, those two differ way too much, right? Sure, she could’ve been trained forall kinds of stuff, but I have a feeling that focusing on supporting the owner who has one thing, not the other, would’ve been much better.” It seemed as though that Reese knew what she was talking about, but at this point, with all the rambling, she might have made herself appear as if she was almost close to being clueless. But those were the perks of being quite a fast talker and a babbly mess, and she had to learn to live with it no matter what.
“Oh, come on, now… It’s not like either of us would listen to each other. It’s like… nothing has changed for all these years,” she replied jokingly, offering the woman a warm kind of smile. “For the caffeine withdrawals, I would say that, no – while it’s surely as addictive as any other substance, I can assure you that the symptoms differ, depending on the stage of said addiction.” While she realized she was turning into her ‘intern’-self, Ree quickly shook her head and rested both hands on her hips, sighing ever so wistfully. “All in all – maybe I actually should quit coffee, but would the constant headache and nausea be REALLY worth it? I might as well just get through my interning days with it and THEN see what happens.”
Maxine moved her jaw from one side to another as she nibbled on her lower lip, a habit of hers for when she listened to other people’s points. Those who don’’t know her might think of this as a sign she’s uncomfortable in the situation, but it’s actually the exact opposite. Max’s only known for doing so in situations where the topic is something of her interest or the person she’s talking to is someone she’s comfortable with. In this exact case, it was both. “Well, true, if you were already passed out when Sansa got here, all she’d do is smell you and bark at people to do something about it,” Max complied. “But if there were training for sudden coma allert - which there could be and I don’t know about it -, I’m almost positive it would work much like a seizure allert in the way that the dog can tell the seizure is coming before it actually happens, so that the owner can prepare for it.” She explained even though she was lowkey sure Reese already knew that. “Sansa was trained for seizure allert, too, even if I haven’t had any cases of seizure or anything alike. I guess it was just included in her veterans training. I believe they aim to train the dog for at least the basics in every situation possible for the owner’s case.”
After everything that has happened in her life, Max appreciated familiar faces around. Not the familiar faces that are stamped with disapproving expressions or pitiful emotions, but the familiar faces that brought some sort of ease to Max’ heart, such as Fletcher and Reese. “Fine, there’s that, I guess,” she agreed, the same smile on her face. “Gotcha, Doctor House.” Maxine attempted a joke. She wasn’t the best at using pop culture references, at all, seeing as she never really bothered to get into things after she graduated high school, but that had been such a long time ago that the last reference she has are the Power Rangers. She was delighted to learn they were a thing again. She’d never watched Doctor House, however. She did knew he’s a doctor, so that was something. “That seems like the best option, I’d say. I’m all for the wait and see thing. If you do ever decide to quit, we should quit together. You know, be each other’s sponsors. Even though your addiction is like, three hundred times bigger than mine.” Max laughed, a slight shrug following that.
“so, i found this bar that has dueling piano shows on the weekends and i would really like to go sometime. are you in? i’ll buy you food.”
“Dueling piano shows, you said?” Max was, without a doubt, intrigued. She indeed liked the piano — in fact, she’d even taken classes as a child, but never really stuck through with it; she still can rock a tune if given the sheet music. Perhaps the idea wasn’t the most terrible, and I dare to say that could be the perfect opportunity for Maxine to get out of the apartment and actually talk to human beings. “I suppose I’m in. Although you surely don’t have to buy my food, sweetheart, I’ll be fine. Are these shows open duels, though? I feel like I could take on some fancy wannabe pianist.”
It wasn’t often that Fletcher got a night off, so it was MORE THAN OBVIOUS that he was taking advantage of such freedom. Already on his SECOND pint, it was safe to say that he was buzzed. “You know, people who work at McDonald’s really need to get the stick outta their asses. I simply asked for a BOCAN DARBLE CHAISE BARGA and I’m being thrown out? Like, seriously? What the hell, man. — Long story short, I had to go to Burger King. For a moment there, I thought my life was over but the KING saved me.”
The luxury of spending time with her brother was a rare one as of lately, both of them being busy people – Fletcher with his job and Maxine with her studies – and she was glad she was able to talk to him, even if it was just about the stupidest thing ever. Much like McDonald’s employees. Still, hearing the tone in her brother’s voice while he talked made her happy to just be there. “I mean, if I were working at McDonald’s, I would’ve just been confused about the... what is it? Boca Marble Chase Burguer? I’ve never seen that on the menu.” She responded, hoping she’d make for good conversation to Fletcher. “But throwing you out seems like an overreaction. They can’t like, throw you out like that for no good reason.” Max stated. Surely her mind scanned through the situations where a business can refuse service, and none of them seemed to fit for the whole BOCA MARBLE CHASE BURGUER situation. “Did you end up eating what you wanted at BK? And what is a Boca Marble Chase Burguer, after all? Is it offensive or threating? ‘Cause then that McDonald’s was kinda in their right to throw you out, sorry, bro.”
