closed starter / max + brooke ( @seattlites )
it had been just over a week since the incident. max had yet to talk to brooke again, completely out of choice. well, mostly. she thought she’d give her a while to cool down, let her find somewhere to stay and maybe she wouldn’t be so annoyed. but it had also given max far too much time to think about herself. not in a selfish way, it was more self destructive than usual. not that she had changed many of her behaviours, she was just much more aware of what she was doing when she was doing it. and making no effort to stop.
she was late for work already, not quite nursing a hangover since she was still technically on it. sporting sunglasses and a dire attitude, she entered the building. she had almost ended up meeting brooke in the hallway a day or two ago but successfully managed to dodge that encounter. this time she had no such luck. when she tried to turn around to leave the foyer, she almost walked into someone and was blocked by an incoming crowd of employees and patrons. she was practically ushered in brooke’s direction and ended up standing directly between her sister and the elevator. knowing fine well she couldn’t run away because there were certain things she needed to address - like the damage she wouldn’t be avoiding responsibility for - she stayed where she was. she kept her sunglasses on so brooke couldn’t see just how reluctant she was. “do you have a second?” she asked, as if she meant for this confrontation to happen.
