maxine_bastet (maxine_bastet) wrote in paxletalelogs, @ 2017-04-16 16:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | bastet, kali |
Brother Bought a Coconut, He Bought It For a Dime
Who: Max and Jayati
What: Max help Jay find her cool in the midst of all the weirdness.
Where: Pax, Deluxe Floor
When: Sunday , April 16, 2017, afternoon/evening
Fortunately Max had thought to bring her cell phone with her when she left her apartment, so she got the ping from the network that Jay was...well, freaking out. Max had never felt more content, though, and wanted to share that feeling with her friend. After a brief exchange of texts, she settled herself on the sand by one of the fig trees, a few bottles of rum absconded from her floor stuck upright in the nearby sand.
She was in one of the vacant ‘apartments’, if it could still be called that. All that was left of an apartment was a door, which led into a wide open space of sun and sand, dotted with fig trees and ringed with the distant nile river.
Max had long since torn her pajamas into shorts and a crop top, to be more comfortable in the heat, the shredded remainder arranged into a makeshift cat bed where Cali was currently curled up, baking in the sun. Max stretched out on the sand too, the warm breeze coming from the river ghosting over her bronzed skin as she got herself comfortable, one hand wrapped around a half-empty bottle of rum, and a small pile of figs and dates and grapes lying on a palm leaf nearby.
“Well fuck me sideways.” Just when she thought she’d seen everything, there was this. A desert in the middle of a building in california, it was impossible in ten different ways but the breeze on her skin felt like the desert, the sun she shouldn’t possibly be able to feel felt like it, so it must be a goddamn duck.
The plastic container of kabobs--leftovers from the night before everything went sideways--was almost an afterthought as she took in the surroundings and made her way towards Max who had apparently more than embraced what she had found with gusto.
Good for her. Jayati considered herself adaptable until it meant her freedom was taken away apparently. Now she felt like an animal in a trap. Granted, she had already calmed down a bit, but i wouldn’t last, “I’m glad one of us is having a good time at least.” She settled herself a few feet from Max, setting the food down and hardly waiting a beat before reaching for a hairtie on her wrist to braid her hair back.
Max pounced on the offering of food, opening the plastic container and breathing in the delicious scent of... “Meat!” she purred, pulling out one of the kebabs and taking a bite with relish. On her little bed of torn cloth, Cali opened her eyes and stretched languidly, yawning wide and then trotting over to where her mommy was digging into the new food. Max grinned at her and offered her a piece of meat.
“You look stressed, Jay,” Max observed after swallowing her mouthful of meat and licking her fingers. “Here,” she said, offering her friend the half-full bottle of rum, “relax. Enjoy it,” she counseled. “You need to loosen up a bit and live a little.” She went back to devouring the meat on the stick, sharing bits with Cali as she started sniffing after more.
They passed the afternoon chatting and eating and drinking until the stars came out overhead and they both fell asleep by the fire.
[ooc: unfinished gdoc]