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Coyote leans up against the bar. It's quite warm in Sedona, even on a clear night like tonight. She's wearing a skirt that comes inches within violating a bar rule and high-heeled sandals.

She's smoking, and smiling.

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"Especially considering that we have not been introduced. We would forever be two ships, passing in the night. And all over a poor drink choice." She nods sagely.

"Who are you, then?"

"Due to the unfortunate circumstances of my birth, I am Antillar Maximus," Max heaves a mock sigh. "However, I much, much prefer Max."

"And what of yourself? Or should I simply call you 'beautiful'?"

"Max is better," she agrees. "You can call me Elizabeth. If 'Liz' passes your lips, I will empty this delightful drink over your head." Coyote grins at him.

"As the lady says," Max agrees with an amused laugh. "Though I do have to say that 'Elizabeth' suits you quite well. Better than the name which will result in wasted alcohol."

"Why thank you Max, you are most gallant. Is this the point when I should ask if you come here often?" She has some more of the drink.

Yep. Still chock full of booze.

"You may if you must," Max laughs. "The answer is 'as often as I can'. It's far more interesting here than back home, after all."

He shoots her a leer which very clearly signifies that she's one of the interesting things.

Coyote doesn't play oblivious very well, especially when it comes to compliments. So, she doesn't at all!

"Is this so? Where do you come from?" They do seem to grow them big, there.

"Place called Alera. Not too bad a place, really. At least when there's not a war going on."

He cocks his head, "How about yourself?" After all, she's far more interesting than he is.

War might explain his physique. If he is a soldier, anyway.

Alera must be an interesting place if all their soldiers wave around enough magic for her to smell.

"Arizona, in the United States. Earth," she adds, since Alera doesn't sound familiar to her at all.

"Oh, Earth," Max nods. "I keep hearing about the place. Is it as interesting as people say?"

He shifts slightly as he takes another drink, then pauses to reach behind himself and adjust his belt. The movement is enough to reveal the knife hanging there. It's nothing particularly interesting, but it's clearly a weapon more than it is a tool.

"I could not compare it to other worlds in my experience. I am widely traveled on Earth, and no where else." At least, not for a very long time.

"It interests me greatly, of course, being home. Beautiful always, but cruel, too." Not that she'd self-identify or anything.

"I'm a big fan of beautiful." He's not quite blatant enough to add "like you" to that, but he does let his eyes say it.

And... in the right circumstances, Max can be a fan of cruel too. In moderation.

"I never would have guessed!" she exclaims. "Except for the fact that you are not so bad yourself. You keep yourself well for a...soldier?" She's pretty sure, but she doesn't want to tip her hand just yet.

"Yeah," he shrugs his massive shoulders. "Lucky for me I'm good enough at it to still be alive. And it pays the bills, and keeps me away from my step-mother, so I try not to complain."

He grins, "It also means a lot of traveling." By which he means 'a lot of women', of course.

She never would have guessed.

"A wicked step-mother?" Coyote hazards. It is traditional, but Max doesn't exactly come across as a damsel in distress.

"Well, ambitious. And paranoid." Max grimaces, "It's a nasty combination."

He leans in conspiratorially, "She keeps trying to kill me."

He doesn't lean back out.

She appears to have no objection to this.

"Do you perhaps, stand in the way of inheritance? Or does she just not enjoy the pleasure of your company?" Silly of her.

"Well," Max grins at the lack of objection, "I'm a bastard, and she's terribly paranoid that I'm going to try to take my father's title from my half-brother."

He rolls his eyes, "What would I do with it? Talk about headaches I don't need!"

It really hasn't ever occurred to Max that his step-mother's fears are not entirely unfounded. He's popular enough to make a credible go at it, after all.

"Ahhh. I understand completely. Why bother with such responsibility if you can be...'footloose and fancy free', correct? A paranoid step-mother could however, put a damper on things." Coyote runs a finger around the rim of her glass.

Max's eyes follow that finger as it circles, his attention caught.

It takes a moment before he remembers to offer some sort of response. "Precisely. Hence the legions. It's a lot harder for her to kill me when I'm on the other side of the empire."

"Clever," she says, sounding a little admiring. "I do like a good trick."

"I'm glad you like it," he sounds admiring too. Just... probably for different reasons than she does.

"I'm not too bad at other tricks either."

She tosses back the rest of her drink and smirks. "Oh, I can guess. And I would be most interested in hearing more, were it not for the time. I have...plans, this evening."

Coyote does not specify her plans, but they certainly sound lascivious.

For a moment Max considers asking if he could join her in these... plans, but decides not to. This time.

He smiles, leaning back away from her, and smirks. "I shall, of course, be devastated by your leaving, Elizabeth, but I shall live on in the hope of seeing you again."

"Of course you will," Coyote says. "And stranger things have happened."

Especially in Milliways.

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