Maxine Tora (littlemax) wrote in vivavampvegas, @ 2010-09-06 23:25:00 |
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Current location: | Avarice II |
Current mood: | happy |
Entry tags: | gwen morrison, maxine tora |
Trying to Get a Legit Job
Who: Max and Gwen
Where: Avarice II
When: Sept. 4th, Evening
Max sat at the bar of Avarice II, sipping at a beer than she had finagled out of the bartender. She had managed to find a way to move to Vegas after Knox had taken off, and had started saving the money that she 'lifted' from little rich old ladies and managed to support a move. She was going to have to get a real job one of these days, and hopefully it wouldn't entail her having to strip for cash. She PRAYED that, actually.
"Dude. Gimme some orange juice or something. I need some serious energy pronto." Gwen mumbled to the bartender, having just ambled in then, her jeans a little ripped and her pink-streaked hair slightly mussed. She'd just had a battle with two vamps at the same time, and while escaping not only the winner, but injury free, she was serious DRAINED.
Max looked over at the girl who had sat next to her. "You look like you had a rough night, and I'm praying that you're not a hooker right now because then that statement takes a whole new screwed up meaning."
"Hooker? Naw. I used to be totally easy, but that's just a skank, not a hooker. So who're you? You look WAY familiar." Gwen commented as she looked the girl over, trying to place just WHERE the hell she'd seen her before.
"Maxine Tora," she told the other girl. "Not exactly sure where you would know me from, though." The other girl looked vaguely familiar to Max, but she didn't have a clue as to why.
"Whoa whoa... waaaaait a tick..." Gwen lit up so brightly you could almost SEE the lightbulb go off over her head. "Back in Los Angeles! Silky's! You used to hang with that gang!"
It clicked in Max's head and she nodded. "Oh! OK, you went there a couple of times then, didn't you?" she asked. "Yeah, I use to run around with them." Still would, if her best bud hadn't of moved away.
"Yeah. I was going through a bad time then. Kind of... drinking myself to an early grave. Silky's was one of the only places that was buyin' my fake ID at the time." Gwen admitted sheepishly, rolling her eyes now at her own stupidity.
Max snorted. "Silky's barely carded at all, and those were only on days that Silky was getting complaints from cops," she said with a giggle. Max had been getting drinks from that place since she was fourteen, after all, and Max couldn't pass for half her age NOW.
"I'm Gwen, by the way. Gwen Morrison. I just moved here a few weeks ago." Check this shit out! New home, new job, new girlfriend, about to have a new business... now making new friends? Gwen was really finally starting over!
"Kind of new to the area myself, obviously," Max said to her. "Not sure what I'm going to do for a legit job, though." Which, admittedly, she kind of needed. Can't live off of stealing wallets forever, can you?
"What kinda stuff are you good at?" Gwen grinned, obviously having a bit of an idea. "My girlfriend and I are opening a store soon... if you're good with people at all maybe you can help out?"
"Well, I'm not particularly bad with people," Max said. "I've never held down a real job before, though, so it's not like I have experience or anything, you know?"
"Well... we're opening a comics and collectibles store. If you're willing to work with a bunch of boys who will probably drool over you constantly, me and Blake would seriously at least give you an interview!" She smiled and shrugged. "I mean I cant sit here and go 'COME WORK FOR US!' because that would be kinda dumb, no offense. But I'll totes interview you."
Yeah, she rambled. What of it?
Max nodded. "I can totally do that," she told Gwen. Maybe she could do this 'going straight' thing that she knew she should do, even though pickpocketing was just so freaking easy.
"Awesome. Wanna jot your digits down for me? I'll talk to Blake and we'll call you soon..." Gwen pushed a napkin and a pen over to the girl, trying not to ogle her... extremely nice body.
Max actually wrote down the party line number to the apartment building that she lived in. "Ask for the girl in 1C and they'll know who to get," she said, sliding the napkin down to Gwen. Yeah, her building had a party line. It was cheap, OK?
"Got it. And Max?" Gwen grinned mischievously "You might wanna start brushing up on all things geeky. Seriously."
Max chuckled and nodded. "I'll make sure to know all my X-Men and stuff for my interview," she half-joked.
"And if you wanna really impress Blake..." Gwen gave a conspiratorial look back and forth, "Know your X-Men AND Star Wars. She'll love you." How ridiculous was it that Gwen just SPOKE of Blake and got all starry-eyed?
And Max totally noticed, but decided not to bring it up until she actually knew if she had a job or not. "Right. I'll make sure to know all about the Empire and everything as well."
"Alright. Then expect to be hearing from us soon. We're gonna be finalizing the lease and stuff soon, so we can get to work on the place. We'll probably need some help fixin' it up, so..." Hey... if they decided to hire anyone upfront, those people could help with the remodeling of the place too!
Max nodded. "Well, if you guys need someone to help out with that, let me know. I'm actually pretty handy." When you were keeping a warehouse from falling in on everyone's heads, you tended to become handy.
"Will do. Nice meeting you, Max." DAMN nice. Seriously... in the past? Gwen would have been mackin on this like it was going out of STYLE.
And Max would have stared at her like she didn't understand that she was being hit on. Because that was just her reaction to being hit on most of the time. It was quite hilarious. "Nice meeting you, too."