Greer and Max
Greer was having a wonderful time, and in her own mind, making plenty of new friends. It had been too cold lately to really get out and talk to new people, so this party was a bit of a blessing. As much as she loved being home with Rost and Dev, Greer was a social person, and that was the one thing she missed about California. The weather rarely kept her chained inside. Greer had just re-entered the heart of the party when she spotted a dark haired man approaching her. She hadn't met him yet but she had caught sight of him when he arrived, talking to Zania.
Greer slowed and gave him an almost knowing look and smile. "Are you genuinely curious about what I might see in your palm, or are you eager to find out if I'm a phony?"
So she sussed him out as a skeptic, that didn't really prove anything but it still amused him and she was pretty enough that she probably got away with a lot more than if she wasn't. Growing up around real magic had made Max far less tolerant of the fake kind and above all else, he hated being lied to. At least magicians tended to admit there was a trick to what they did but psychics - well, psychics were a completely different thing though to be fair on them, some of them really believed their own bullshit. Shayna Mae seemed to believe this lady had something and even if she was drunk, his little sister had an eye for these things so yes, he was intrigued if nothing else. "How about both," he drawled, giving her a charming smile back. "Or do I have to choose?"
"I guess both could go hand in hand," Greer said, more than a little proud of her joke. She looked around, listening to the music and the brief snippets of conversation that reached her ears before she smiled and motioned for Max to follow her. "We'll get out of the way of the kitchen since that's where all the alcohol is. It seems to be everyone's favorite room tonight. "You're late to the party," she said, placing her cup down on the nearest surface before turning to face Max. She reached down and took his left hand without invitation, placing it palm up so she could start observing. "I'm Greer, but you might have known that already."
"I did not know that," Max replied, easily letting her do whatever she wanted and sipping his drink while she did whatever it was she was doing. "So far you've been the woman who came with Rost or that girl with the reddish hair. Names are easier. I'm Max." He might be skeptical but he didn't need to be an ass about it and it wasn't so much that he couldn't believe she could read his palm, he was just cautious about what to believe in general. Her hands were soft and again he marveled at how nice it was to be touched by women again.
"Well, being the woman who came with Rost is fairly accurate. I've certainly been called worse." Greer brushed her thumb against his palm, only glancing up when he told her his name. There was still a friendly smile on her face, because she was genuinely happy to meet him, as she had been everyone in the room, even the colder ones. "Hi, Max." Greer went back to studying his palm, liking the feel of it under her fingertips. His palm wasn't rough, but it had seen some physical labor over the years. She could have told him that but anyone with common sense could figure that much out. "You have an interesting shape," she said finally. "I keep getting drawn to your heart line, right here. You have a tendency for restlessness, which usually leads to some reckless decisions, especially with relationships. Your life line, here? You've got an interesting journey, though not an ideal one. It's a short life line, which tells me you're independent, but you also feel intense loyalty and a need to be around people you love or care about."