Julie Hayes (shelley_runyon) wrote in writeaway, @ 2011-04-20 15:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | bill compton, complete, max montague, sookie stackhouse |
Who: Sookie Stackhouse and Max Montague (open to anyone who is in Bon Temps)
What meeting and talking
When: late Monday afternoon
Where: Merlotte's Bar & Grill, Bon Temps, Louisiana
Rating: tbd, probably PG13
I see the bad moon arising.
I see trouble on the way.
I see earthquakes and lightnin'.
I see bad times today.
Don't go around tonight,
Well, it's bound to take your life,
There's a bad moon
Max Montague was tired. And more than a little out of sorts. Although the full moon wasn't due for another couple of days, its pull upon his psyche was strong, which resulted in his cranky quotient rising higher and higher. Normally this was not the time of month he would choose to leave home, much less leave his home state of Missouri, especially without Richard by his side. But circumstances had conspired against him, and now here he was, in the small town of Bon Temps, Louisiana, on a Monday afternoon, counting the minutes 'til he could go home again.
If only it were as easy as clicking his ruby slippered feet together three times, how great would that be? He had to smile at the thought in spite of himself. He'd text Richard later, when he wasn't busy with the job which had pulled him away to New York - the very well known magazine which had asked for him by name, for whom he was doing a very important shoot. Richard's voice would make Max feel better and he knew it. Normally, he would have gone along with his fiancee, but Fate had had other plans.
Max didn't mind getting away from St. Louis. He was being pulled so many ways there, it wasn't funny. Between his mother, his father, his sister, his cousin, and his friends, he didn't know which way he was going. It felt funny to say father, for Julian Woods had not been in Max's life very long which, at forty-four, said a whole lot. But there were extenuating circumstances, even if Juliet Montague, Max's mother didn't quite see it that way.
You know what, there was just no pleasing everyone.
So he'd agreed to this little sojourn in this little town, ferreting out information on something odd that was supposedly going on. It had the added bonus of keeping him away from the local Wolf Patrol. Don't ask.
He'd missed lunch because he had lost track of the time, so when he ran across the sign that said grill, he was hopeful that he could get something halfway edible. He wasn't picky, just hungry. He parked his Monte Carlo on the fairly empty lot. It was a little early for dinner, a little late for lunch. As long as the kitchen was open, that's all he cared about. He picked up the case containing his laptop. Not that he intended to use it, but he hated to leave it in the car. Besides, in the pocket, he had a notebook and a ballpoint pen.
He pushed open the door to Merlotte's and walked in.
*Bad Moon Rising, Creedence Clearwater Revival