Max Black always goes for the money shot. (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} money_shot) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} toboldlyrpg, |
"School? How old are you?" Max asked, settling back in her seat. Because Max had just turned 31 and she knew she didn't look it. If Darcy was still in school, she was likely at least a few years younger. Unless she was a fuck up, like Max was. Or had been. Before she met Caroline.
"I've got a cupcake shop in Williamsburg," she said, taking another sip and relaxing as the large amount of rum in her drink seemed to be starting to hit her bloodstream. It could have just been wishful thinking. Like maybe if she bribed the Captain or the Chief Medical Officer, maybe they'd give her weed back. "And I'm a waitress. And part time horse walker. But I used to be a nanny. And a drug mule."