Maya loved being battered and bruised. It signified a good night out. She leaned up and kissed him on his cheek, that look not fading from her eyes. Maya loved trouble, she was drawn to it like a moth to a flame. She grinned wickedly.
"Sounds like my kind of plan." she threw an arm around his waist and put on her best game face. Course that was slightly evil in its joy, but that was alright. They had quite enough time to get hammered (or halfway there) before Maya started in on people. "Fancy part of town. Ain't thought I'd ever live in a fancy part of any town." she rolled her eyes as they headed to the subway. "You find the dive bars in this city?"