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A Date | Katya and Max

It was finally the night she had been waiting for. It was the night that Katya was to go on a date with Max. It seemed to be the day that would never come. But here it was and Katya couldn't deny that she had butterflies welled up in her stomach the whole day.

With a bit of persuasion in bringing Felix some good patients she was allowed to leave work early. The second Katya got home she began to fuss over what to wear on their date and how she was going to look. After much debate she finally settled on a knee length dark purple dress with long sleeves. She did her makeup to match her dress and did her hair up in curls.

She knew she would have waited for Max to come get her, but she just couldn't wait. So Katya left her apartment about an hour before their meetup time was set to be. It was a short walk to his apartment so she figured she would get there without enough time to spare before he decided to leave.

After a twenty minute walk she was making her way up the stairs of his apartment complex and to his door. One of his elder neighbors were talking in and gave him a death glare. She waved at them awkwardly before they glared at her and slammed the door. Guess they still hadn't gotten over her drunken disturbance a month ago.

Katya ignored that awkward encounter and knocked on Max's door. She patted her upper thigh as she waited impatiently for him to answer. She could only hope he hadn't left already and that they had passed each other on the sidewalk without her noticing.

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A Talk | Oliver and Max

Ever since Romy's attack Oliver found himself spending less time with Max and even less time hunting. It was the bakery, Romy's hospital room, home. There was not an in between and he felt there shouldn't have been an in between. His girlfriend and to an extent his younger sister needed him more than Max and Kristen needed him.

But Romy had been discharged and she seemed to be almost hundred percent better. So that meant it was back to work for dear old Oliver. He was looking forward to getting back to work. It seemed his boss and coworker was not so happy about it, at the very least they had a tone when they spoke on the phone.

As usual Oliver met Max at the library. The other man was reading and Oliver was hoping this wasn't going to be the talk from hell. Call it a gut feeling but it was probably going to be. 

"Hello Max," he tried to keep a pleasant tone. "What's up? What did you want to talk about?"

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Calling For Help | Katya and Max

It had been a rough night. It was always a rough night for Katya. Usually she ran to Max's apartment seeking comfort and safe place to sleep. But after she had shown up drunk and seduced him she figured it was time to separate herself from him. Katya felt horrible when she woke up next to him when he had to leave for work, half dressed and hung over like no other. She had quickly gotten dressed despite her throbbing headache and ran out of the apartment, even if it caused her to throw up a block away.

After that she had slipped so far in to her own mind and her own emotions. It caused Katya to slip and down further than she ever had. She would show up for work every night, do what she had to do and then slip in to a routine of drinking at the bar only to come home a drink more. But once she got home she would fix it with Quantitne. Every night she would add more and more in to her drink, taking herself to a place where everything was okay.

But tonight something had gone terribly wrong. The routine was the same. She went to work, she got off, she went to the bar, came home to drink some more. But tonight she had decided to up the game. Tonight she had taken more Quantitne than she had ever thought to before. It was a terrible idea and she found that out really fast. The hallucinations the drugs usually brought that were nice and fully turned dark and sour.

Everywhere she turned she saw everything she had seen in her time since being a body guard. There were bodies everywhere, blood all over the floor and walls. What was supposed to make her better had made her worse. Now she was more terrified than ever. She could barely walk, eventually collapsing to the floor and crawling around. The tears were pouring down her eyes and she kept screaming. She wanted it all to go away.

During a break in the hallucinations she managed to find her phone. She tried to think of who to call. Jason seemed like a good choice but he was probably out with Lucy. The chances of him ditching Lucy to help her was slim to none. She certainty was not going to call her boss. Nina was probably busy. There was only one choice left.

Maxwell.

Deep down she didn't want to drag him in to this. But the visions of blood were coming back and so she dialed his number. She brought the phone to her ear and waited. It was ringing. Now she was begging for Max to pick up the phone.

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Stumbling Back | Katya and Max

Work was interesting for Katya to say the least. Never in her life had she spent a night with Felix where she wasn't following him to meetings and having to watch his every over. He had even offered her a drink and it was something she was not going to refuse. Maybe she ended up drinking more than she planned to. But it didn't stop there. Once her shift was over she had ended up at the bar for a couple more drinks, as if she had almost slipped in to a relapse.

Originally she had planned it in her mind to go home, perhaps take some Quantitine and spend her night screwed up beyond her wildest dreams. But instead she found herself stumbling up the stairs to Max's apartment. She was giggling as she tripped over her own feet. Despite her best efforts not to be loud as she made her way up the stairs, she ended up being rather loud. It would be a surprise if Max didn't hear her coming from a mile away.

The red head stumbled to Max's door. She had to knock on the door to get his attention. Instead she slapped the door with her open hand. "Maxxxxx. Psssttt, Maxxxx. Open the door." Now she was giggling again as she stopped pounding on the door as she leaned against it. Her voice was nowhere near quiet and she her giggles were not exactly soft. Perhaps she had drank a lot more than was needed, but she was far too gone to care.