Re: Mariner's Inn: Jeze C/Max M
[The sly confidence made Max chuckle. Her past life, the one she hardly remembered these days, had been lived in a male-dominated world, and in a male-dominated career. Women in the military were treated like shit, and they had to work three times as hard to get treated with respect, and most of the time it wasn't even real respect. She'd left that behind for this place, where women had even fewer rights and less respect.
And, simply put, she liked seeing Jeze use men and hand them their asses.]
I won't be leaving this place. [Which Jeze already knew; Max could tell. She wouldn't be going to Marvel. She'd decided that after handing her journal over to the girl with the copper hair. Marvel was her past, and she wasn't in the mood to make it her present.
She looked down at the fingers curled in beltloops, and she chuckled. She didn't care for sleeping with anyone; good thing she didn't need to sleep anymore. But she didn't mind lying down with this girl, and she moved back to the bed, retracting her steps, and she stretched out lengthwise, arms behind her head.] Sure, kid. Now come lie down.