Maya Meets World

Maya Meets Austin

 (We're gonna bump this one to an M -though I think T would be fine, there might be an F-bomb and some drug references)

As Maya walked down the street opposite of the direction to her apartment, heading for one of her favorite dive bars in the city, her body swaying slightly with all the alcohol settling in her small frame, a familiar voice caught her attention. She quickly turned toward it, "Austin?" She asked confusion mixed with excitement in her voice.

The man stopped immediately and turned around, his blue eyes locking onto hers instantly. "Maya!" He exclaimed.

"What are you doing here?" She asked with a smile walking up to give him a hug.

"I just got back in town a few weeks ago. Started working a few blocks down, actually." He said pointing down the street.

"Really?"

Austin nodded. "Yeah. I'm actually headed there now..."

"Oh, well don't let me hold you up." Maya said shaking her head.

Austin glanced down at his watch, "Ya know what? I've got some time. What're you doing?"

"Got the night off, just killing some time." Maya shrugged, her eyes glossed over.

Austin knew Maya well enough to know she was more than a little drunk. "Come on," he nodded. He also knew drunk Maya would do pretty much anything.

Maya paused momentarily.

"Come on." Austin repeated a little more sternly.

"What the hell..." Maya breathed barely audible.

Austin extended his hand and Maya grasped it instinctively. He quickly led them to an area Maya remembered well but hadn't visited in a few years. It was a little... rougher part of town. She felt her heart racing, questioning her own decisions at the moment. Austin finally stopped at what appeared to be an apartment, but Maya wasn't familiar with this particular unit. She put a little tension on the hold Austin had on her hand.

"What?" Austin asked looking at Maya who had come to a complete stop.

She looked up at the door confused. "Where are we...?"

"Tyler's house."

Maya remembered Tyler; Austin's best friend, complete bum. She was never his biggest fan. Compared to Josh, Maya seemed a little more tough, compared to Austin and Tyler, Maya was practically Riley. Her nose scrunched up, unsure if she should follow Austin any further.

"I live here too," He assured her.

Maya didn't say anything.

Austin let go of Maya's hand, "Listen, you don't have to come if you don't want to." He said with a little bite in his tone.

Maya wasn't sure what she wanted.

"Come on," Austin took her pause as a decision and he began walking in.

Maya glanced around her shoulders and sighed slightly before following Austin in. He was already sitting on the old, worn couch by the time Maya made her way into the living room. She stood against the doorway, her arms wrapped around her torso.

"Sit down," Austin nodded next to him.

Maya glanced around the room, noticing a few pieces she easily identified as instruments commonly used for heroin.

Austin followed her eyes and shook his head, "That crap is all Tyler's. Come on. You want a drink?"

Maya wasn't sure she believed him. That was who Austin used to be too, she pushed her thoughts to the back of her mind, and instead just acted, and another drink didn't sound too bad. "Uh... sure, yeah, what do you have?"