Re: 7:15 p.m., at a booth - max
Max took another drink of beer, pulling the last chunk of meat off the stick and pulling it apart, letting the bamboo fall to the table. “I like a good party, yeah,” she said, looking around the room and noticing the various cliques starting to form at the bar and food table. “Loud music, food, and alcohol is always a winning combination, but,” she glanced around them as if making sure they were alone and then winked at Isobel. “I also love cupcakes and hot chocolate and watching My Little Pony in my jammies,” she admitted. Her childhood was…different than most. She was making up for lost time now that she could appreciate it. Saturday morning cartoons with a bowl of lucky charms was another one of her guilty pleasures.