Loves Sharp Edges

Chapter Five - Y/N

You're locking your weekend bag in the safe when you heat the bell of the door chime. You quickly check over your clothes, hair and makeup before sighing a breath of relief and walking into the bar, the sound of Dirty Laundry by Don Henley. You smile to yourself before coming out of your office and into the bar. 

You watch as Max dances by himself, celebrating as he downs another shot, flinging his jacket onto a booth. He spots you and smiles brightly. 

"You were right, and we fucking did it!" He pulls you over for a dance, you reluctantly let him pull you in, you danced in circles, forehead to forehead. "We fucking did it." He repeats. You're in each others arms at this point, you hadn't spoken since you left the hotel room but you'd not seen Max this happy for so long, you decided to let it go.

"WHERE'S MY MONEY?!!!!" You both laugh as Tipsy enters the room, jumping from the table to the bar, ordering shots. Max turns to Sam, the bartender and motions to him.

"Give me the bag." Sam removes the bag from behind the bar, handing it to max who zips it open, the bag overflowing with cash. He takes a wad, putting the bag down and walking towards Tipsy, you shake your head laughing as the two dance round each other. "You want your money?" Max starts throwing hundred dollar bills in his direction. HUNDRED DOLLAR BILLS in his direction. "Here's your money . . ." he throws some more making you really laugh, the more you laugh the more his eyes light up "Here's your money. . . Here's your money!!!!" Max throws the rest in the air, making it rain. The three of you continue to play music and dance, drink to the point you loos all inhibition, dancing around Max, with the air of seduction and he laps it up.

 . . . . . . 

After a few hours, you're collapsed on a booth by the door. Tipsy sitting on the back of the chair, hovering above as you and Max sit next to each other on the booth. 

"This guy Goldie just got to town from LA. He's a real pro, started out working as a stuntman before grifting. Comes highly recommended. He's looking for a score."

"I like the sound of him." You smile at Tipsy, you felt floaty. 

"Well he might have to look else where?" 

"Oh, you retiring with the lady? That it?" Max shifts, a little 

"I think a well needed vacation might be in order. . ." he avoids the question. You look at him and he looks at you, he was waiting for Tispy to leave before he said any more you could tell. 

"Yeah, well, you hit me up when you get back. I'm telling you this guy is good. You will want to meet him." Tipsy felt the tension between you, you looked like you'd be making out if you stared at each other any longer. As he stands up, Max pulls his eyes away from you, to take some cash out from the bag. Tipsy looks at it and frowns.

"Where's the rest of it?"

"We had expenses we didn't account for. That's your cut." You look at Max with a frown. 

"It's not what we agreed on." 

"Max, the fuck?" 

"Madelines calculations. . ." he starts to laugh. 

"He's being an ass. . ." you roll your eyes pulling the bag to you. 

"This is becoming a habit with you, with Madeline. I'm starting to feel like I'm the mark."

"Tipsy, here" you chuck him more money "Madeline's not in charge I am." 

"It was a beautiful con." Tipsy looked at the money then at you. 

"You can thank Y/N for that" Max day dreamily as he looks at you. 

"Thank you, Y/N" He nods with a smile.