Max was done with the supernatural and floods. She wanted normal, and though her normal was quite different from the norms of others, she wanted it back. And recently, that somehow involved Allison. Honestly, Max wasn’t sure what to do with the other woman. Things usually went differently - they were friends who slept together, or they were just booty calls. Never had she actually done something so long term. Well, maybe over a month, but that was long term in Maxine’s eyes. It wasn’t even about just the sex, and that was the strangest bit of all. Needless to say, the situation was confusion, and she wasn’t entirely sure of how she felt about it; about her. However, that didn’t stop her from knocking on Allison’s door, holding up a pack of beers when it was answered. “Hey Darlin’ - thought I’d come by an’ remind ya bein’ wet’s more fun with me around.” She walked passed Allison, leaning in to kiss her neck as she walked by, then turned to toss her a small box. “Also, thought you could help with that, ‘cause I ain’t patient enough to do it myself.” It was hair dye, and apparently an excuse to come over.