Who: Bailey & Max Where: Back Porch Pub When: Afternoon/early evening, Wednesday 01/10 Status: Complete Warnings: turns NSFW
Max wasn't eager to admit it but knowing there was some unknown spirit roaming his home didn't really make him eager to stay there. He'd run into the girl a couple of times now and she didn't seem like she was up to anything but he was all too aware of his own humanity and cluelessness when it came to the supernatural. It was better left to his siblings and Knox. It didn't help that Patrick only wanted to sleep now so the whole 'misery loves company' shtick wasn't really working. Once Patrick was passed out Max borrowed his wrangler - though at this point he pretty much saw it as his wrangler, considering he was the one who fixed it up and used it all the time - and drove into town. Maybe Caden was working and even if he wasn't, Max could have a few beers and stay out of the house for a couple of hours.
Bailey was spending entirely too much time at the bar during her time off. She was starting to think she ought to just hit up the liquor store and drink at home, alone, but she was afraid if she did that there would be nothing stopping her from getting completely fucked out of her mind. At least if she was in public, she knew her limits and would stop just before another drink would make driving home dangerous. It helped that no one really bothered her at the Porch. She occasionally got a stink eye from Caden Lucas, who had seen her badge a few days prior, but he served her, and she paid him, and that was that.
She told herself she was going to go straight home after getting off duty earlier, but instead she drove to the Porch and ordered a bourbon. Just one drink, and she would go home. Probably. She needed to visit her mother as well, and maybe she would do that later, when she left this place. That was the plan, anyway, and Bailey took a sip, hoping the liquor would kick in quick and just calm everything inside of her.
Max knew his cabin fever had to be bad when he stepped outside because it was fucking cold. No matter, it was warm inside the pub and he relaxed once he was inside, up-nodding at Miles with a friendly smile as he approached the bar. "Fuck it's cold out there," he muttered, a very common greeting these days. "Caden's not working?" He scooted into a seat by the bar, not interested in one of the tables. There was a woman there, of course that was one of the first things he noticed though he'd only seen the back of her. "Get me a porter," he added when Miles let him know that no, it was just him and Gavin tonight. Gavin was not Max's favorite guy, he was too stuck up and quiet, certainly not a chatty guy so it made sense that Miles was at the bar.
Max unzipped his leather jacket, getting more comfortable and looking around, finally getting a look at the woman next to him. Pretty, tired, familiar. A little too familiar. He furrowed his brows before it clicked into place and he almost laughed, a corner of his lips twitching up into a crooked smile. "Oh fuck me," he groaned under his breath and wondered if she would recognize him too. His arresting officer, miles and miles from here, suddenly turned up in Point Pleasant? That couldn't be good.
Bailey had heard the man speak, but in a vague sort of way as she watched the television in the corner of the bar. She hadn't really been interested in socializing tonight, and she found if she made eye contact with men, sometimes they took that as an invitation to talk to her. However, when she heard the guy curse, Bailey instinctively looked in his direction, just to make sure there wasn't anything going on that she needed to pay attention to. It took her only a second or two to realize she knew him. Not intimately or anything, but from another place and time. Rather than feel apprehensive or confused, Bailey only felt amusement. One night her brother walks in and sits down beside her, then just last night she ran into a man whose face was on the back of one of the books she had read eons ago. Now this guy, who she had arrested in Virginia a long while back. Was this a sign from whatever entity might exist that she should be drinking at home, alone? "Hey, you got out," she said in lieu of greeting, lifting her glass in a toast to him. "That's good to see."
Max chuckled and shook his head, shifting his arm on the bartop when Miles put his porter in front of him. "So what brings you to this hellhole, officer?" he asked and if someone had warned him she'd be there, he figured he might have stayed home. She'd just been doing her job and she hadn't been an asshole about it or anything but that arrest had been the start of two very bad years for Max and seeing her here in his favorite bar was kind of a punch in the face. Fucking great. Maybe she was just passing through and this was just some kind of messed up kismet, a reminder of his past or yet another supernatural fuckery - he honestly wouldn't be surprised at that last bit.
"I'm off duty," Bailey said, not wanting to be called officer when she was sitting around in a bar and drinking. "So you can call me Bailey for now." If he wanted to be cheeky and keep calling her Office, she would just call him by his inmate number. Not that she knew it, but she sure as shit would find it out. "But I live in this hellhole. At least for now. What are you doing here? This doesn't seem like the kind of place you would... enjoy." Or find lucrative, though she left that on her tongue.
Max sipped his beer while she answered, quirking a brow curiously when she said she lived there. It was both intriguing and frustrating and really didn't answer his question as to why she was here, just changed it to why would she live here. "Point Pleasant isn't really a place many people enjoy," he muttered. "But I grew up here, the family's all here, so here I am." It was somewhat of a relief to hear she was off duty, even if he could have guessed as much given she was drinking in a bar, but cops still put him on edge, for good reasons. Having a cop drinking in the Back Porch was somewhat sacrilegious if you asked him, considering what went on in the place. "Doesn't seem like a place you'd enjoy."
Bailey grinned and then chuckled into her glass before taking another drink. She didn't answer again until she set it back on the bar and folded her arms on top of the wood, her upper body shifted just enough so she could see him properly. "I grew up here too, Mr. O'Reilly. Graduate of Chamberlain High School, and my mom still lives on Maple Leaf Drive. What a fun coincidence this is. So since we're both natives, I think we can agree that this is definitely not a place normal people enjoy in the least."
"No way," Max said, letting out a little laugh again. "What year did you graduate?" She looked to be around his age, but he did not remember her from school and he'd actually attended, at least enough to remember some of the people there. He considered telling her to call him Max but fuck it, she was a cop, she'd probably get weird about it and insist on the formal title anyway. "You must be older than you look," he added and it wasn't really intended to be a compliment but hell, it probably was. She was hot and obviously in good shape. He'd experienced the latter first hand when she cuffed him. Not like he fought back but her grip had been firm. Was that supposed to be hot in hindsight? The worst night of his life? Fuck. Leave it up to his brain to turn it into a sex thing.
She felt a hell of a lot older than she was, but hey, at least she didn't look it. "I graduated in '98," Bailey explained, not caring if he was able to deduce her age. "I don't remember you at all. Are you as old as you look?" She was fucking with him, even if her tone was fairly dry. Bailey didn't remember much about him other than his name. He hadn't been a difficult arrest. Those were the ones that tended to stick out in her memory.
"Aww shit," Max snorted, picking up his porter again. "I know a trap when I see one. If I say I am old, then I'm saying you're old as fuck. Not falling for that one." He shot her an easy grin and took a big swig of his drink. "Graduated 2005, no wonder I didn't see you around." Go figure his arresting officer was born and raised in this shithole and of course fate would throw them together, just to fuck with him. He didn't remember much about her either, not really. He remembered he'd joke-flirted with her on and off but for most of that night he'd been an anxious mess, trying to suss out how the cops knew to be there, who could have sold him out and why. He remembered her face though and now she was here and he wasn't sure at all how to feel about that.
It wasn't meant to be a trap, but it amused Bailey that Max thought it would be. How many stupid things had he said around women in the past for him to be that paranoid? Smirking softly, Bailey drank a bit more of her drink, wondering if it would be stupid to ask for another. 2005. He was, what, seven years younger than she was? He didn't look that much younger, but then, prison could age a person. So could being a cop. And what were the odds that someone she arrested in another state had grown up in the same small, creepy town she had? In Maine, of all places. Goddamn, this town was strange. "Keeping yourself out of trouble?" Bailey asked him after finishing off her drink. "I would really hate to have to cuff you again. Unless you enjoyed it, of course."
Max knew he wouldn't enjoy it. He could understand how some people would but he wasn't one of those people, too tactile a person to have his hands restrained, not to mention the bad memories that came with it. The joking connotation to sex made talking and thinking about it hot enough though and he grinned again, humming thoughtfully. "Is that your thing?" he murmured, giving her an amused look. "That why you became a cop?" Probably not, but it did put his arrest in a whole new and more favorable light.
Bailey snorted into her glass. "Yeah, that's why. I get to beat up grown ass men and shackle their hands behind their backs. No orgasm can come close to the pleasure that gives me." Honestly, it was only satisfying if the person she was arresting was being a dick, or resisting. And she hadn't had much of that here in Point Pleasant, and didn't really expect to. Hell, she didn't even think this guy sitting at the bar with her would be a problem in the future. Maybe he was one of the few who had learned their lesson after stepping out of prison.
Max had not learned his lesson but with luck, she wouldn't find out nor any other Point Pleasant cop. He had a certain amount of protection here, from the Lucases and his own family - the latter being far more powerful than anything else he knew. His biggest mistake had been to go too far away from home for too damn long, letting his wards fade and not renew them. Now that he was back he felt invincible again, at least when it came to humans. The rest of it though - not so much. That was the price he paid for staying home and yeah, it was a steep one. "Sounds like every cop ever," he snorted, even if she was supposedly joking.
"Well, at our core we're all the same, didn't you know?" Bailey set her glass down, wishing she had just gone home. She could have had dinner and then slept. She needed to stop coming here so often. There was a mild headache starting to form between her eyes and she wondered if she ought to stop by her mother's house on the way home to check on her. Decisions, decisions. But Bailey picked up her glass again and took another drink before she eyed Max carefully. "Oh, wait. Are you one of the O'Reilly's who live out in the woods?" Likely, because Bailey wasn't sure how many O'Reilly's lived in Point Pleasant, but she supposed it was possible there was no relation.
Max wasn't so sure he liked that she knew about his family and him but he couldn't really expect anything different in a town this size. "You got me," he muttered, waving at Miles for another drink. Did she know about witchcraft and other supernatural madness, he wondered. She was a native of Point Pleasant but some of those were willfully ignorant of everything, stubbornly denying the darkness surrounding them. Max couldn't imagine how a local cop could turn a blind eye though, especially lately.
"I'm just curious. I'm not going to camp out in front of your house in my patrol car," Bailey pointed out, smirking slightly. "You don't look much like your brother and sister. I met her the other day at the grocery store... Shayna? She's friendly." And Bailey was just making her own friendly chit chat. It sometimes helped people relax around her, once they knew she was a cop. She doubted that would happen with Max, but life would be so much easier in this town if people didn't think she was out to get them.
Max had to wonder just why they'd been talking in the first place and he almost pointed out that they probably wouldn't have been as friendly if they knew who she was. It wasn't really fair, she'd just been doing her job and it wasn't like she was the snitch who turned him in. "Nobody looks like Shayna Mae," he said instead. "She takes after our mom. Aidan and me - we take after our dads." It didn't have to mean anything, his siblings were very friendly people, hell, so was Max - with strangers at least. He was probably being nicer to Bailey than she really deserved too, some guys might have moved seats by now. Not Max though, it seemed petty and dumb and she wasn't being a bitch so why should he be a dick? "So how much of the local supernatural stuff do you believe in?" he asked, giving her a crooked smile. "Being a cop, I bet you see some weird shit."
Bailey could believe that. And Max's mother must have been a beautiful woman because Shayna Mae was too. She reminded Bailey of a pixie or fairy or something. It was the liquor talking in her head no doubt, and she snickered softly to herself before finishing off her glass and placing it empty on the bar top. Max's question about the supernatural wasn't a surprising one, because he wasn't the first person to ask her, as a cop, what she thought of the local "myths" and stories in town. It seemed as if people wanted the opinion of authority, like they would feel better if someone who was supposed to have a rational and logical mind told them it was all bullshit. Or maybe they wanted to hear her say it was all bullshit so they could snicker and tell themselves they knew more than the local pigs. She wasn't sure what category Max fell into. Maybe neither. Maybe he was just curious. Bailey folded her arms on the bar top and leaned into it a little before looking at Max with a faint smile. "I believe in probably... eighty five percent of it. The other fifteen percent is just gossip and embellishment. I grew up here, just like you. I would've had to be oblivious as fuck not to see the truth. You don’t seem like the oblivious type either, so I’m guessing you’re the same way."
"Fuck, I wish I was," Max said with a soft snort of a laugh before taking a sip of his porter. "Hard to be oblivious when you get attacked by a goddamn dinosaur." That was the best way he could describe what he hadn't quite seen. Something huge, something too silent for something that huge, something without fur and yet it stood taller than a damn moose with teeth as sharp as a crocodile or shark or whatever the fuck else had the sharpest teeth out there. "So, you've seen some shit? Or just heard the rumors?" He was interested now - and impressed that she was that willing to admit to it. It automatically added a few points in her favor and given their history, she could use those points.
Bailey had come after the fog, but she had heard plenty about it, and read some of the police reports. She had no idea how to explain any of it, but that seemed to be the norm in Point Pleasant. It amused her to hear Max describe those creatures as dinosaurs though. She waited to answer his question until she got the bartender's attention to order one more drink. One more and then she would go. Talking about this in public could be a bad thing for her. If someone heard a deputy discussing ghosts and the supernatural and evil, they could go to Barrett and tell him she was mentally unbalanced. Well, she probably was. They would all realize it sooner or later. "I've seen shit. I've heard shit." Bailey rested her cheek against her hand and studied Max. "But I don't think you have to see to believe. I mean, you feel it too. Some more acutely than others, but I think it's all something we share here, right?"
When Miles came over to fill up Bailey's glass, Max up-nodded at him. "Miles, you've seen shit around town, right? You saw something in the fog?" It was like a confirmation of what she was saying, that it was something they all shared and Miles nodded a bit warily at the question.
"Everyone did," he replied. "But you know what they say, toxins, drugs in the drinking water, hallucinations inflicted by pollution." He was obviously not buying it, damn near rolling his eyes as he spoke. "Always a plausible explanation." He pointed at Bailey and Max, wagging his finger between the two. "You should not hook up, just friendly bartender advice."
Max laughed as Miles turned away with a smirk. "Oh I think I already got her off once," he said, tongue in cheek as he glanced over at Bailey. "That should be enough."
Bailey lifted her glass to salute Miles before she took a sip. Toxins. Pollution. Water laced with PCP. There was a list ten miles of long of "plausible" excuses for things no one really wanted to know about. Enough people in town believed whatever the police department, or the Mayor, told them. The others who didn't generally kept their mouths shut. At least publicly. They could sit around tiny dive bars and talk about the bullshit with each other instead. She snorted after swallowing that first drink. "It's true, but I don't have very high standards," she shot back, amused. "Miles just doesn't want you hooking up with me because he wants me. What can I say." She shrugged one shoulder. "Tell me though, what's the most traumatic, unexplainable thing you've seen in this town?"
Max gave her an appreciative grin at the way she reacted. She could have so easily been offended, even if it had originally been her joke that arresting men was her thing. "What, a fucking dinosaur isn't enough for you?" he asked, cocking a brow at her before laughing again, shaking his head as he emptied his bottle down his throat. Man, he had to think on that one. Most of the 'weird' shit he'd seen in his life hadn't been traumatic at all. The O'Reilly kids had been homeschooled until they were at least old enough to understand why they couldn't go around telling everyone their big brother turned into a bird sometimes. He'd done some stupid shit that he should have been too smart for considering his family but teenagers were gonna teenage. "You should tell me what the weirdest thing you've seen is," he muttered then. "I'm pretty sure getting mauled by a dinosaur wins."
"There was something in the fog," she conceded, "but it was not a dinosaur." Bailey sipped her drink, feeling pleasantly numb and buzzy now. The sweet spot. If they were still allowed to smoke inside, this would have been heaven with a cigarette. "I've seen a lot of weird things. But I also left town when I was eighteen, so you're asking me to think back to my adolescence to answer that question. But let's see..." She took another moment to answer, drinking more of her liquor before she licked her lips and looked over at Max. "When I was fourteen I saw... a creature... maybe a demon. A tall one... maybe seven feet. I saw it kill someone." Bailey arched a brow. "But since it didn't maul me, I guess you win."
Max knew whatever had attacked him wasn't a dinosaur but he had no other word for it and dinosaur sounded close enough. It also sounded a little silly and that helped take the edge off the memory when talking about it. Max was definitely a big fan of taking the edge off things and making light of even the worst situations. "Oh I don't know," he said, his curiosity definitely peaking. "Childhood trauma is a strong contender. What do you think it was? Werewolf? Wendigo? Something else? Where'd you see it?" For all he knew she could be lying but to him that was like lying about getting drunk or having sex. Sure, people lied about that but it was more likely to be true.
Bailey shook her head. "Definitely not a werewolf." She thought of Nick Cooke and her lips twitched briefly before continuing. "And not a wendigo either. It was... skeletal, like a Wendigo... with its skin stretched over its bones. Long arms, sharp fingers. Sharp bones everywhere." She motioned to her shoulder. "Dark eye sockets, but no nose... just a mouth full of teeth and horns, but not devil horns. They curved back." She brought her hands up to motion over her head. She knew she shouldn't be talking about this, especially not to someone she barely knew beyond the fact that they had grown up in the same town... and she had arrested him in another. But alcohol and the topic of conversation had broken down those walls, at least momentarily. If he thought she was lying, or crazy, oh well. "There was a man screaming in the street in front of my house and it woke me up. But it felt like I was the only one who heard it. When I looked outside, he was sweaty and bloody, like he had been running for a long time. And then this thing walked up to it. I thought I was having a nightmare at first, but..." Bailey shrugged, as if it was nothing. "I've seen strange things since, but nothing as terrifying as that. I did miss the fog dinosaurs, so maybe that would have taken the top of list if I had been here."
It did sound like a nightmare more so than something that had really happened and Max had to wonder. "If that really happened then you might win," he muttered, just a touch skeptical. "Did you ever find out who the guy was? The guy it killed?" The thing that made her story a little scarier was that Max hadn't really seen the 'dinosaur'. Something had bitten him and dragged him a few feet but he had no horrible face burnt in his memory, just the memory of pain and despair as he wondered if he'd make it through the night. Picturing some dumb looking t-rex actually helped, weirdly enough.
His skepticism didn't bother her. She honestly didn't blame him for it either. It sounded crazy because it was crazy, even for Point Pleasant. Still, Bailey snorted a bit into her glass when he said if that really happened. She had wished it hadn't. Maybe parts of her life wouldn't be as fucked up as they were now. Bailey drained half her glass in one swallow and then set it down, her gaze on the television now rather than Max. "Louis Parker. He lived on Chambers Road. His wife reported him missing the day after I saw it happen. Turns out he had been having an affair. Cops assumed he ran off with his lady friend." Her eyes ticked briefly to Max's face. "It's okay if you don't believe me. I don't know that I would believe me either, if I were you. Or anyone." Which was why she never told her parents. Who would believe that kind of crazy shit? No one.
If the man had been real that meant the story was probably real. As much as Max wanted not to believe some wendigo looking motherfucker would just waltz into town and kill someone there, he wasn't about to deny the evidence. "Fuck," he muttered. "You win then, I didn't get killed." Now he felt like he needed something stronger than a porter, he just didn't have a lot of cash to burn. "I think I can believe just about anything now, reality is just that weird. Wendigos, werewolves, giant fucking dinosaurs in the fog." He held up a finger before she could tell him they weren't dinosaurs again, a little grin playing on his lips despite everything. "Don't. I don't know what the fuck else to call'em."
Bailey had parted her lips to remind him that they weren't dinosaurs, but since he seemed to know it was coming already Bailey closed her mouth and smirked softly. "I don't know. Call 'em fog anomalies or something. You go around saying a dinosaur attacked you, people are going to think you're certifiable." Which was probably amusing advice, coming from her and what she had just told him. "But anyway, that was the weirdest thing I've ever seen... if you want to call it weird rather than completely horrifying. But you were physically hurt by something, so don't think I'm minimizing that. You're lucky to be alive, from what I've read in the reports."
Max thought it hadn't been luck that kept him alive so much as being back under his family's protection but he wasn't about to go spouting off about witchcraft to Bailey, no matter how much alcohol he consumed. He knew better than that. "That's me," he said instead, a bit flippant. "Mister Lucky." Fuck it. "Miles, hit me up with a jack on the rocks, will ya?" He leaned his arms against the bar top again, focusing on Bailey while Miles fetched a bottle. "You know a lot of people who got hurt by those... fog anomalies? Yeah, see, it doesn't have a good ring to it either."
In this town, she felt like it was luck if someone faced something unnatural and lived. It could be more than that, in certain circumstances, but she didn't believe in guardian angels, or fate. Bailey was nearly done with the drink in her hand and she told herself it was the last one, otherwise she wouldn't be able to drive home. Licking her lower lip of the lingering taste of the liquor, Bailey looked at Max, one brow raised. "I know a couple of people who got hurt by those dinosaurs... see how ridiculous that sounds? I guess it doesn't matter what we call them though. No one knows what they were and they're gone now. And you know, I wasn't here when it happened, so I probably shouldn't get a say in it anyway."
"Yeah so for all you know it was a spinosaurus," Max said smugly but he knew it hadn't been. It had been something wrong, not some prehistoric lizard coming back to life. The claws had been too large and sharp and Max still remembered some of his dinosaur mania from his childhood to know better. "And it may sound ridiculous but you wouldn't think it was silly if you ran into one of those things. Didn't you see Jurassic Park?" He winked, eyes crinkling as he grinned again.
Bailey rolled her eyes. "Everybody has seen Jurassic Park. But sure, maybe some old billionare cloned an extinct species to attack a small seaside town in Maine." She knew he wasn't serious about thinking those things were dinosaurs, and she wasn't serious about the shit she was giving him for it. But hell, it was so much nicer to fuck around with the unexplainable, scary shit than to really think about what it could have been, and where it had come from. And where it had gone when the fog cleared. No one seemed to have an answer for that, from what she had read in the reports. "You said you got mauled by one. Where did it get you?"
Max wasn't bothered by the shit she was giving him because they were on the same page despite the perceived bickering. He leaned down and reached between them, patting his calf. "Grabbed me right there, dragged me some twenty or thirty feet. Lucky I was wearing this." He patted the sleeve of his leather jacket thoughtfully, still glad that it hadn't gotten ruined like his jeans had. That creature could easily have ripped it to shreds if it had been set on devouring him. "I don't know why the hell it didn't finish me off but hey, I'm not complaining."
Bailey glanced down at where he touched his calf, and she was amazed that he seemed to be doing all right, at physically. Given the police reports about finding severed limbs around town, those things could have torn his legs right off. Bailey was not upset that she missed any of it. She had arrived in town shortly after the fog had dissipated. The aftermath had been mostly cleaned up too. "That's you. Mister Lucky," Bailey said dryly, repeating his words from earlier. Then she motioned to his jacket. "That's a nice one, by the way. Real leather. A monster-proof vest. Oh, sorry... dinosaur-proof."
"Yeah it is," Max agreed easily because he loved his jacket. "Leather's good for riding a bike, got pants to go with it. Don't think they would have done much against that thing in the fog though. Or a bullet proof vest. But hey, lesson learnt, right? If a fog rolls in you barricade yourself in your house - basement preferably, if you have one." They had a nice big basement at the house but he didn't think it would ever really come to that at the O'Reilly homestead, that place was warded like crazy. "You got a basement? Or you renting?"
Bailey wasn't sure she would be barricading herself anywhere if she was on duty. She knew Barrett and the others had stayed alert, had tried to patrol the town to help people. She admired that about them. Serve and protect and everything. Bailey lived by the same code. That being said, the advice was good, and she hoped he followed through on it should something like the fog ever happen again. "Renting," Bailey said. "My mom's house has a basement, but... you can't really predict when these things will happen, or where you'll be. It's good to have something resembling a plan though, just in case. I'm actually surprised there aren't more underground shelters in this town. Can dinosaurs dig?"
"You know what, they probably can," Max groaned. "Blow your fucking house down if they want." It could have been so much worse, and that was saying something considering the damage the town had seen that day, the loss of lives. "People used to think we were crazy for living out in the woods but living in town seems more dangerous if anything." He knocked back his jack finally and turned in his seat to lean his back against the bar. Miles was busy anyway, no more warnings and chatter from him for a while. The bar was weirdly quiet without the oldest Lucas there, bitching and moaning, but Max felt better just being there around people - people who weren't family anyway. It helped that Bailey was cute and snarky and maybe Miles was right to warn him off.
Unable to help herself, Bailey laughed. "Blowing houses down... I'm pretty sure that's the big bad wolf... who lives in this town somewhere too." And killed Sadie Gaines, if you asked Bailey. It wasn't funny at all, but she couldn't help but be amused at Max's take on the horrible shit in this town. She was finished with her own drink now, and knew better than to ask for more. Still, rather than pay and head out, she shifted a bit in her chair to face Max, her elbow on the bartop as she rested her cheek in her palm, feeling buzzed and lazy now. It felt good. "I still think you're crazy for living out there, but you're right that it would be crazier to live here with the rest of us. Honestly I think we're all crazy for living here in the first place. I always pictured your family as wood sprites. Like that was the only way you could live out there and enjoy it."
Max smirked, eyes crinkling again as he looked at her. The jack was burning in a sweet way and he knew he had to stop now if he wanted to drive home and not end up in a ditch. "You're about twenty percent right," he murmured and she could take it however she wanted but he quite literally meant that. Knox had been some kind of spirit before he became a familiar and one out of five was twenty percent. Did the new girl count? Because that fucked up the math - but she wasn't family so whatever. She would probably think he was just being flippant or trying to be mysterious or something so he didn't worry too much about divulging big secrets. "Don't worry, I'm one hundred percent boring human," he added anyway, raising his porter in a makeshift toast before finishing it.
While Bailey knew about the Other things that lived in this town, she didn't delve too deeply into his twenty percent comment. It sounded more like he was being playful, which was just fine. She still liked to imagine his family were wood sprites, and turned human whenever they had to socialize. It was a nice fantasy and counterbalanced some of the badness of Point Pleasant. Bailey watched him finish his drink before she turned and reached into her bag to find her wallet, humming thoughtfully. "No, I'd say more like, seventy five percent boring human." She grinned and tugged out some cash to pay for her drinks. "I know from personal experience that you are not... one hundred percent boring."
"Ouch, you got me there," Max said with a laugh because damn, seventy five percent was still a lot. "I'd like to think I'm at least fifty percent fun," he retorted. "But you're a cop, maybe your sense of fun is shattered." She was a cop, it was a good reminder that he shouldn't actually like her, especially given their past. But she'd been good company and the tell tale signs that she was leaving were a bit disappointing. "Leaving already? Night's still young," he murmured, feeling more energized than he had when he first arrived despite the whole mood of the bar being a bit sleepy. It wasn't weird for a Wednesday night so he didn't even think twice about it.
"Hey, if you think you're fifty percent fun, then don't tell me you're one hundred percent boring," Bailey shot back. "I was trying to make you feel better by giving you at least twenty five percent." She set the cash down on the bar top by the empty glass before shoving her wallet back into her bag. "The night may be young, but I've been here a lot longer that you have," she reminded him before arching a brow. It was hard to fight back the smirk that threatened. "Could it be you're just so enamored with my company that you're disappointed I might be leaving now?"
Max didn't bother explaining the boring was the human part, it was easy to fall into that trap of feeling dull and insignificant when everyone around you was magic. Twenty-five percent - in comparison - was pretty generous. He hummed at her assessment and nodded ruefully. "You're not bad company for a cop," he replied but he didn't want her to get too big headed about it so he made a show of looking around. "Of course the standard in here isn't exactly high." His grin clearly said he was joking but their conversation so far had been almost pure teasing so it didn't really feel right to just stop now.
"And you're not completely intolerable for being an ex-con," Bailey said. She did notice the bar felt a bit subdued, but that was okay. She assumed people came here to get drunk, or numb themselves out. Or to just be alone, unless of course, they were looking to pick someone up, or get picked up. Bailey never knew what she was going to do on any given day. All she knew was a drink would be involved, and that was usually good enough for her. It got her through the night when nothing else could. "So you want me to stay?" Bailey asked, mostly to just put him on the spot, but hell, maybe he did. She supposed it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. At least until he started driving her crazy, or vice versa.
"On the ex-con scale I am one hundred percent awesome," Max snorted, rolling the now empty bottle between his fingers. He considered her question, feeling like on some level he should tell her no, get outta here you dumb cop. That'd be a lie though, he was enjoying her company and she was hot. Why did hot girls always win him over? "Yeah," he admitted with an amused smile - more at himself than at her. "Unless you wanna invite me to go with you." It was partially a joke, if only so he could laugh it off if she got offended by it. In her case she was more likely to laugh at him for it though, which was worse so a touch of humor was a nice little armor while putting it out there that yeah, he'd totally go.
Oh, well, wasn't that smooth? Bailey was amused with his directness, even if he was masking it as a potential joke. Yes, she did find it funny, but not in a way meant to offend him. Plenty of men had hit on her in the past, and occasionally she would get a crude remark or two from people she arrested. But Bailey had never actually slept with anyone she had arrested before, nor had she ever considered it, or even wanted to. She honestly wasn't sure how she would have responded had she been completely sober, but that didn't really matter. She never walked into this bar with the intent of maintaining her sobriety. Obviously. "So what you're saying is that you want to sleep with me," Bailey said before gesturing vaguely at Miles, who was at the end of the bar chatting with two other patrons. "Despite his warning."
That wasn't an outright 'no' and Max turned in his seat just enough to look back at Miles. "He thinks I don't know you're a cop," he said with a shrug. "So I guess it was a fair warning." Turning back he shrugged slowly, playfully. "You're hot and hey, you've fucked me before." He smiled again, verging on laughing at his play on words so yeah, he was definitely tipsy now. "Admit it, you're at least curious." He really wasn't counting on going back with her but this was fun and if she said yes? All the better.
Bailey couldn't help but chuckle, because that certainly explained Miles's warning. The chuckle turned into a laugh, however, because of how Max worded his attraction. She was hot, sure. She had fucked him before... well, sure, that was probably semi-true. "Let's just be clear, you fucked yourself," Bailey pointed out. "I just happened to be there to finish it off for you." Was she curious? Maybe. Maybe she was just feeling horny now. Horny and lonely and buzzed and it wasn't like Bailey had any kind of standards for herself when it came to sleeping with someone. Pleasure was pleasure, and she wasn't the kind of woman who wanted to date and take certain steps leading up to sex. And Max O'Reilly seemed like a one night stand kind of guy too, which was a point in his favor. So she arched a brow curiously. "Do you want to drive me home?"
Max did not agree that he fucked himself back then since he was still sure someone else had fucked him over but he was willing to let it go tonight because the topic of taking her home was far more interesting than some bad shit that happened two years ago. It was also just generally not a great idea to tell a cop he was good at what he did and wasn't about to stop when what he was good at was breaking and entering. "You know what? I'd love to drive you home," he told her, studying her face for a moment. She was hot and he had noticed that two years ago when she arrested him, even if at the time he wouldn't have considered fucking her given what was going down. Now though? Life was fucking short and it had been made abundantly clear to him that his could end at any moment because some fucked up monster decided to waltz into town and cause carnage.
Her car was parked outside, but having Max drive her was less of a mood killer than driving separately. Not to mention Max having his own car meant he could leave and not feel obligated to stay the whole night. Nor would she have to get dressed to drive him back to the bar. It was a win-win situation for them both. And she hadn't gotten laid since she moved back home, so what the hell. Max was good looking and he wouldn't be a pain in the ass about any of this. "Okay then. Pay for your drinks and let's go." Bailey slid off the chair with her bag, hoping he wouldn't mind it if she had a cigarette on the way.
Max hopped off his seat and dumped some money on the table, shrugging and quietly laughing as Miles threw his hands up and mouthed something like 'what did I say?' at him. He understood the concern, even if it was partially a joke, but like hell was he going to pass up this opportunity. He wasn't the kind of guy to worry about consequences unless they actually caught up with him so he followed Bailey out of the bar, ignoring the slight headrush when he got up. He was not too drunk to drive, it took a lot more than that, and he certainly wasn't too drunk to fuck so he had nothing to worry about tonight. "So, where'd you say you were renting?" he asked once they were out in the biting cold, pointing her toward the wrangler as he fished out his keys.
"I didn't," Bailey said before she lit the cigarette between her lips and started for the Wrangler. "But I'm at Haven Park over on Calvert." Her apartment was decent, but sparse in terms of furnishing and personal effects. She doubted Max would care much about that as long as there was a bed, which there was. "Are you still living out in the woods, or do you have a place of your own in town?" She didn't care either way, but it would probably be beneficial in the future to know where he lived, just in case she needed to avoid the area for any reason.
"Still out in the woods," Max replied. "Safest place to be." He bumped against her as they approached the car. "Give me a hit of that," he murmured good naturedly and while stealing the cigarette from her hand, he pushed her against the wrangler, leaning in close - almost close enough to kiss her. "You're not more drunk than me are you?" he asked good naturedly. "I don't wanna take advantage of you." The last thing he needed was a pissed off cop on his heels flinging accusations. Nobody had complained so far, he didn't enjoy sex with people who were too drunk or drugged to reciprocate, but there was always a first for everything and Bailey was a cop.
Her cigarette was in his hands and she was being pressed up against his wrangler before she could even register what he had said. Bailey wasn't drunk but apparently her reflexes weren't as sharp when she'd had a few drinks. It was cold outside, but he still smelled good to her, even if his good guy-schtick had her smirking. "I'm never drunk enough for anyone to take advantage of me, so you don't need to worry about some tear-filled regret on my part later. Maybe you should take a minute and consider the possibility that I'm taking advantage of you."
"Ooh," Max cooed, eyes crinkling again as he grinned at her. "I like the sound of that." He leaned back just enough to take a drag of her cigarette before holding it up for her to take, blowing the smoke up over their heads. "I don't mind getting used," he murmured, looking her face over one more time before leaning in to kiss her. It felt weird to go home with someone and not kiss, but he hadn't wanted to do that inside the bar. It was cold as balls out here but he still felt warm as he found her lips, soft and not coated in lipstick so that was kind of perfect. He never minded it, but it was nice to not have to taste it. She just tasted like alcohol and Max most definitely loved alcohol.
The nice thing was, Bailey believed him. She had her cigarette back between her fingers, but she held it slightly off to the side to keep from accidentally burning either one of them. It was soon forgotten, however, because he was kissing her, and Bailey was more focused on how that felt than anything else. She'd kissed plenty of men before. Some triggered instant sparks in her gut, while others left her feeling unsatisfied and craving something else. Bailey wasn't entirely sure what to expect with Max. He felt like the kind of man whose kiss could really go either way for her. His lips were firm and he tasted of alcohol and nicotine, a combination Bailey was well versed in. Without consciously realizing what she was doing, Bailey reached up to grip part of his jacket in her fist as she parted her lips further to deepen the kiss. Arousal seemed to curl pleasantly in her belly, which was a relief. She hadn't wanted to come up with an excuse to send him on his way alone.
A kiss could make or break a one night stand and Max was relieved to find this wasn't the kind of kiss to do the latter. He happily deepened the kiss, slipping one hand under her jacket where it was warm and full of promises of things to come, even with all the damn layers in the way. He didn't linger long, even if he liked the kiss. It was too damn cold for that. "Let's get you home," he murmured against her lips instead, reaching sideways to open the passenger door for her. He hurried around the jeep then, more than ready to get inside even if the car wouldn't be anywhere near warm yet. It was still better than outside. "Any weird kinks I should know about upfront?" he asked playfully as he started the engine and while he was joking there weren't many kinks he could think of that would be deal breakers. Some, yes, but certainly not many.
For a brief moment, Bailey was irritated that it was the middle of winter. Had it been warmer, it would have been so much easier to just climb into the wrangler and get on with it in there. But it was still January and they had several more months of this weather before spring would show up. At least her body was feeling warm and ready from kissing the guy, and as soon as she was inside his car she rolled down the window just enough for the smoke from her cigarette to escape. His question prompted Bailey to chuckle before she brought her cigarette back to her lips. "That depends. How would you define weird?" she asked, arching a brow curiously.
"Oh I'm not gonna start listing weird kinks I've heard of and risk turning you off," Max said with a playful little wince. "Not making that mistake again." That part was a joke and his smile and sidelong glance said as much, the thought of some clueless teenage boy doing that amusing the hell out of him. "Just know I'm pretty easy going with the weird kinks and I'll let you know if it's a no go. It would just be good to get a heads up." Maybe she liked her job because she really liked to boss people around and cuff them - or maybe she liked getting away from all that and having that done to her. People were unpredictable and Max tended to go with the flow.
It was difficult to keep a lid on her amusement, and Bailey shook her head as she took a long drag from her cigarette, waiting only a moment before she turned her face to blow the smoke toward the opening of the window. This was turning out to be such a strange evening, though not necessarily in a bad way. Just.. unexpected. "I was just imagining a night of sex, and you're already inquiring about my weird kinks. It makes me wonder just what kind of sexual encounters you've had in the past. I promise that if I decide to get weird on you, I'll give you some fair warning. I usually find it better to make sure the sex is worth it before I reveal all my dark, erotic fantasies and desires."
"I've had some interesting ones," Max said with a chuckle, holding his hand out in a silent request for the cigarette. He didn't smoke often, but it was nice when drinking and even nicer when sharing it with a hot woman. "Some people can't get off without their dark, erotic fantasies and desires, who am I to judge?" He took a deep drag of the cigarette before handing it back, what little remained of it. "Good to see you're an old fashioned cigarette kinda girl, I fucking hate those vape things."
"Vaping can kill you," Bailey said dryly as she took her cigarette back to finish off. Did she have any dark, erotic fantasies? She wasn't sure. She had some preferences sure, but Bailey had been married for a really long time, and even if they weren't compatible anywhere else, she and Pierce had gotten along okay in bed. But dark fantasies? "What about you?" Bailey asked after a moment, lifting a brow. "Can you get off without playing out any erotic fantasies?" He seemed like the kind of guy who would just "go with it", to an extent. Down for the unpredictable and unexpected.
"Easy," Max murmured and she was right that he went along with pretty much anything while his own fantasies were mostly vanilla. Who needed kink when there was nudity and sexy sounds anyway? "So which one is yours?" he asked as he made a turn onto Calvert Street. Haven Park always seemed like a nice place to live - if you felt like renting, anyway - a step up from Castle View. Max just didn't want to throw money away by renting if he was staying in this godforsaken town anyway and it wasn't like he could afford anything right now.
"Far left of the parking lot. 1006," Bailey said, flicking her cigarette out the window and rolling it up. Haven Park was definitely a decent place to live. She couldn't afford much, but she had decided if she was going to be back in Point Pleasant indefinitely, she was going to make herself comfortable. And renting meant she would still leave if she wanted to. That's what she told herself anyway. Once Max had parked, Bailey pushed the door open and reached into her coat pocket for her keys. It was cold as hell and still rather dark, despite the porch lights from the units around them. "You want something to drink?" she asked as she walked up to her door. "Or did you get enough at the bar?"
"Nah, I'm good," Max murmured, hanging back until she got the door unlocked and opened before he pulled his jacket off. There wasn't a whole lot to see in there, even after she turned the lights on, but Max didn't really care as long as she had some flat and somewhat comfortable surface for them. Even if she didn't he supposed he could make do. She wasn't so much smaller than him that it'd be awkward, the benefit of not being terribly tall. "You don't have to get me drunk, I'm already here," he teased as he hung up the leather. "But if you wanna drink, I'll join you."
Bailey hadn't done much at all with her apartment, but she figured the bare necessities would get her through however long she had to stay in Point Pleasant. It was a bigger pain in the ass to try and ditch town with a fully furnished apartment. But she had what she needed, and that included a bed, even if it didn't have a head or footboard attached. She shot him an amused look and dropped her bag on the floor by the door before she unzipped her coat to toss onto the small couch. "I think I got enough at the bar," she admitted, bringing one boot up onto the coffee table to bend over and untie the laces so she could get them off. "I just figured I ought to be hospitable and all that. I would hate for you to leave here thinking I'm a rude hostess."
Max followed her lead, amused at how careless she was with what little furniture she had but glad at the same time. He'd learned to show a bit of respect for girls and their apartments but this was so much better and more comfortable - more like home. Not that his mom wouldn't have bitched at him for putting his shoes on the furniture but it was still a wild household. With all the winter clothes finally out of the way he reached for her, pulling her closer by the waist. "I don't mind a little rude every now and then," he told her. "Niceties can be fucking boring." She really was the perfect height and she fit against him nicely when he pulled her in closer and locked his arms around her back. Had he fantasized about fucking the cop who arrested him? Maybe... once or twice. He'd never thought he actually would though and it was a bit of an added rush to an already hot situation.
Well, they agreed on that, at least. Bailey had never been fond of the chit chat and small talk that came with spending the night with someone. She could do it, of course, but it always felt better to get down to business so she could lose her mind for a while. Bailey found that she liked Max taking the initiative to draw her close. He wasn't going to stall, or wander her bare apartment, or ask invasive or polite questions. Not here, anyway. They had gotten enough of that out at the bar. Rather than respond, Bailey kissed him, hungrier now than she had been at the bar, or even in his car. She was home where she was comfortable and could mostly be herself, and there was no one to see it but him. Her hands reached for the hem of his shirt to start drawing it up. She supposed they could wait until they got to her bedroom down the hall, but fuck it. She wanted to get him undressed. They would get to her bed eventually. Or not. It didn't matter.
Max was more than happy to leave a trail of clothes all over the apartment if that was what she wanted and as soon as she got his shirt out of the way, he focused on doing the same with hers. Nudity was such a boring status quo thing at home but it was different with other people, new and exciting and Max was a bit addicted to skin on skin contact. Bailey's skin was soft and warm under his touch and he kissed her back firm and deep as he pulled her shirt up, only breaking the kiss to get rid of the clothing before pulling her close again. He deftly unhooked her bra with one hand, splaying his fingers against her bare back. He could talk plenty if he needed to but when sex was on the table, talking seemed cheap.
There was definitely no need to talk anymore, and Bailey wouldn't have even known what to say. She was enjoying his lips against hers, his hands on her bare skin. It seemed to stoke the embers that had already been lit inside of her, and her core throbbed with need now. Her hands stroked over his body with the tiniest hint of impatience before she moved them away to help Max get rid of her bra. Damned things were so inconvenient in times like these. As much as Bailey enjoyed being alone, there was always something intoxicating about being pressed up against another body, having someone else fuel her arousal for once, even if it was for a limited amount of time. She couldn't help but nip gently at his lower lip as her hands moved to his jeans to start working them open. It was like she could hear her heartbeat in her ears, that's how hard it was pounding in her chest now. This was a good idea. A great one, even. Bailey had experienced plenty of disappointing sexual encounters in the last few months, but she already knew this was going to be more than satisfying.
Max grunted softly at the bite but he didn't mind it at all, especially with her bra gone. He loved it when women didn't play coy or hard to get and Bailey was definitely neither. No need to worry about her not telling him what she wanted then, she probably knew all about taking the pleasure she wanted. He moved his hands up to run them through her hair, gripping tightly for a moment because she didn't seem like the type to want it gentle and he grinned into the kiss as he did, relishing the relief when she got his jeans undone. They were getting way too tight with the state of his arousal and all he wanted right now was her hands on his dick and to get the rest of her damn clothes off.
So much bad sex had stemmed from not being vocal about what she wanted, or how she wanted it. Some men just instinctively knew how to read a woman's body, but so many didn't. Bailey didn't consider it bossy to encourage and instruct. She just found the whole thing to be a pointless endeavor if both people involved didn't get off, and Bailey really hated pointless endeavors. She inhaled quietly, but sharply when he tightened his grip in her hair, but her body certainly responded favorably to it. Bailey felt his smile against her lips and she huffed a soft laugh before she got his jeans unzipped. There was no hesitation as she slid her hand inside, desperate to feel all that hard heat against her palm. Max was a great kisser, and she liked his hands on her body, but really, what her fingers were curling around now was what she was really after.
It didn't take long to realize she knew her way around a dick and Max grew harder in her grip,the sweet thrum of arousal making what little sense he still had left evaporate. This couldn't possibly be anything but a great idea when she had her hand on his cock and her tongue against his, there was no cop and ex-con bullshit there anymore, just a hot woman and Max's urge to get inside her. He let go of her hair to move his hands between their bodies, careful not to push her hand aside as he unbuttoned her jeans. Fair was fair and he wanted to touch her and taste her already. There really was nothing like slipping his fingers in a woman's underwear, especially when she was already wet and hot and promising. Max kept his his touch from being too firm and the damn jeans were still partially in the way but fuck it, he could still touch and get a feel for her.
Bailey definitely wasn't thinking about the fact that she had arrested Max in the past, and she doubted he was thinking of it either. Then again, maybe this was a fantasy he had and he was finally getting to fulfill it. In that case, good for him. Max was a bit shorter than a lot of the men she had been with, but it didn't bother Bailey. It actually made it easier to kiss him and he certainly wasn't lacking anywhere else. She just wanted to keep touching him until he was inside her, but the damn jeans were still in the way, and so were hers, and she was simply burning up, desperately craving that skin on skin contact now, the kind that had been missing from her life for the last several months. Bailey just wanted all the clothes to be gone, but there was something to be said for a bit of restriction, like he couldn't wait even a few moments more to touch her. A soft, shuddering breath escaped her lips and Bailey thought she might explode right then and there. "Bedroom is just down the hall," she said, her thumb brushing over the head of his cock.
"Let's head on down that way," Max murmured against her lips, slipping his free hand around to grab her ass as if to keep her close and in place as he slowly turned them to walk her backwards down that way. He craned his neck to see where they were going, grinning at her when he found the coast was clear. Sparse furniture was definitely a plus in this scenario. He'd slipped a condom from his jacket in his back pocket - just in case she didn't have any on hand but he wouldn't be surprised if she did - she seemed like the kind of girl who was proactive and in charge of her own damn health. Max could dig it, he hated condoms in comparison to going in bare but he hadn't been friends with a Lucas without learning a lesson or two on why he should use them although those lessons were far from his mind at the moment. He was mostly thinking about getting Bailey horizontal, about touching and tasting all of her and finding out just what kind of sounds she made when she came. Fuck he hoped he got to hear that and fuck, he kinda hoped she was loud.
Bailey wanted to laugh when he began to move her down the hall. Instead she returned his grin with one of her own, amused that he didn't want to let her go, even for the few seconds it would take to get to her bedroom. But that was okay, because she was reluctant to let him go too, and when they got to her bedroom and drew him inside, finally pulling her hand from his crotch to step back and finally get her jeans all the way down so she could kick them out of the way. She had condoms in her nightstand, having been optimistic that she might get laid in this shitty town eventually. She had also had an IUD for nearly five years, so pregnancy was not something she worried about. Everything else though... "Your turn," Bailey murmured, starting to push his own jeans down to his thighs. The clothes had to go. She was getting far too impatient to have to deal with them anymore.
The jeans went off easily and Max got rid of the socks as well because a naked guy in socks was just not sexy for anyone - unless they were really into socks or something, he supposed. He looked her over while he stripped down, liking what he was seeing, then licked the finger he'd almost had inside of her. She tasted good he decided and he was for sure going to bury his face between her legs if she'd let him. "C'mon, let's get more comfy," he murmured, closing the distance between them again. "Unless you love standing up sex. I'm not a huge fan but uh, I'm sure we could work something out." He was joking, maybe if he bent her over a desk but the whole holding a girl up while fucking her against the wall was super hot in porn and in theory but in real life it was just a lot of work.
Bailey laughed. She couldn't help it. Maybe it was the alcohol. "There's a time and place for standing up sex, and this isn't it," she told him. "But I appreciate you trying to be accomodating." Her ex-husband had been built in such a way that it had been easy for him to fuck her against a wall, though no, it hadn't always been the easiest or most comfortable way to have sex. If she was drunk enough, Bailey generally didn't care where it happened. But she wasn't that drunk tonight, and she wanted her bed. So she kissed him again, grabbing his hands to lead him back to her bed. The room was small so they didn't have very far to go. "Lay down," she breathed, nudging him back.
He'd planned to make her get down first but he wasn't going to protest if she wanted to take charge and be on top - at least not to start - so he let himself drop back as if she'd pushed and not nudged him. He took himself in hand because yes it felt good but also because he knew it looked good and if he couldn't be a people pleaser during sex then what was the fucking point? He knew he didn't have to tell her to follow and he was enjoying the view of her standing there no matter how briefly, but he still raised his hand to beckon her to join him.
Bailey didn't waste any time crawling onto the bed to join Max. She also didn't care who was on top, or bottom, or whichever way, as long as he was inside of her. But first, rather than stretch out beside him, Bailey nudged his hand away from his dick so she could hold it herself. After a stroke or two, she drew him between her lips, sucking just enough to taste him. Bailey knew a lot of women didn't like oral sex, especially with men they barely knew, but it was something she had always enjoyed. It turned her on something fierce when she had a man's dick in her mouth, and she found it oddly empowering. She supposed some people found it to be a submissive thing, but not Bailey. She always felt dominant pleasing a man, having the most pleasurable, sensitive part of him between her lips, and her teeth. And Max tasted good, so Bailey drew him deeper into her mouth, moaning around his length. She wouldn't let him get off this way, but it was as much for her as it was for him.
They were on the same page there because Max had never seen a blowjob as something demeaning or submissive either. It depended on the situation of course, ranging from sweet to dominant or even just a nice favor, there were all sorts. This one just felt like Bailey taking what she wanted and he was very much onboard with that though he was a little amused that she seemed to be stealing all his moves. That was what he'd been planning to do, take charge and give her some pleasure before fucking her. Not that he was complaining, hell no, not when her lips tightened around his cock and her tongue did that thing and Jesus... He loved blowjobs, it had been too fucking long since he got one. "Fuck," he groaned contently as he gripped her hair again with both hands, neither pushing nor pulling her head but she seemed to like it when he did it before and her thick hair felt good in his grasp. He let his head drop back against the mattress for a moment but not for long, not when he wanted to watch her. There really was nothing like watching someone give him head and Bailey looked fucking hot doing it.
She knew some guys had issue with a woman taking initiative during sex, but Bailey had already pegged Max as the kind of guy who wouldn't mind it back at the bar. And really, what man was going to say no to getting head? A small, amused and drunken part of her thought it was the least she could do for arresting him, even though he had deserved it. Bailey liked his hands in her hair, and she let her own hands run up his thighs, exploring the parts of his body that she could reach while her mouth was busy. She had already been ready for this when he kissed her outside of the bar, but now she was positively aching for it. Drawing her mouth back up to the head, Bailey sucked on him harder, her gaze flicking upward to look at him. He was watching her, as they usually did, so she curled her fingers around his cock and swirled her tongue around the head teasingly, more for the visual than anything else. She didn't want him to come yet, but she could still push him a bit before she fucked his brains out.