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50. Disturbing Behavior

The Crash
(2007) Max is 22, Liz is 21

Max put the glass down in front of her, the sudden movement causing her to snap her head up to him. "One Gin and Tonic."

Grabbing the glass, Liz almost drowned the entire contents in one go.

Max looked at her with growing discomfort out of the corner of his eye while he tended to the other customers.

"Hit me again," Liz called.

Max put a drink in front of a blonde girl, gave her a smile and said, "There you go."

"Stop flirting and give me some alcohol," Liz remarked surly.

Max sighed and grabbed the bottles to prepare her another drink.

Placing the drink in front of her, he remarked, "You're inhaling those ones kinda quickly there, Parker."

She glared at him. "Just do your job, Evans."

Shrugging, Max left her alone again. As she called out for yet another drink five minutes later, he bent over the counter and looked straight into those dazed shiny big browns of hers. "That's your fourth one."

"What are you, my mother?"

He smirked. "Certainly not."

"No, you're not. And I'm not driving," Liz stated firmly. "I'm gonna walk home. Yes siree."

Max looked unconvinced. "Uh-huh."

"It's not too far away anyway," she continued. "I can even get a cab. Just give me another drink."

He sighed. "Okay."

"Good boy," she said, and retrieved a peanut from the wooden bowl on the counter. Scrunching her nose she inspected it closely before she yelled out, "And do you know how unhygienic these things are?! Someone's gonna sue you one day."

At the other end of the counter, Max tried to ignore the temptation to go over to her and keep her company in whatever mood she was in today. If he hadn't been working, he would have, but as long as he was on the clock he couldn't focus 100% on her. Even though it was very hard to ignore her right now when she was demanding attention like a three-year-old kid.

A pretty girl sat down in front of him, calling to his attention. "Hey Max!"

Her name was Katie and he'd had some run-ins with her – of the intimate kind – when they were in high school. She had been there for him when he had needed comfort around the time his mother died but, even though their relationship had started out mainly as a physical one, they had kept in touch, on a more platonic level.

He smiled at the girl. "Hi there, doll face. How're you doing?"

She sighed dramatically. "I think it's time for one of those drinks you blend so well."

He laughed. "The usual?"

She nodded with an eye-roll. "Yes please."

"Coming right up."

As he walked to the other end of the counter to get a bottle of vodka, Liz's voice was loud and clear behind his back. "Who's the girl?"

Taking a bag of chips from behind the counter, Max threw it down in front of Liz. Katie's drink in hand, he leaned in towards Liz and said in a serious voice, "Eat something."

Her eyes reduced into narrow slits. "You eat something."

Looking skywards for some glorious help, Max left her to serve Katie.