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Max is at the bar working on his fourth... or fifth, maybe... drink. He's not actually out to get drunk tonight, he needs something to lubricate his brain. He's got to figure out what he's going to say next time he runs into Elizabeth, and it's not going well.

"I went to the wrong room and got into a fight with some guy I'd never met" doesn't sound all that convincing, even after four (or five) drinks. He almost wants to hunt down Tavi and ask for advice, but that would mean asking Tavi for advice, and even the headache he has now is less painful than that would be.

Come on, brain... work faster!

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Oops, out of time! Look who is just down the bar!

Seems she was just chatting with another handsome fellow. Watch out Max, she might be looking your way soon.

It's a sign of how preoccupied he is that his inner "really hot chick" sense is not tingling. There's a frown of concentration on his face, and it really doesn't suit him.

Heh heh heh. Coyote gears up and gets ready to go for the gold!

She pastes a look of earnest surprise on her face. "Max!"

Max's head snaps up and around fast enough that it looks almost painful. His expression is a mix of "oh crap I'm not ready" and "your timing is awful". Of course, since it's Max, there's no small amount of "you are totally hot" in there, but it's not dominant at the moment.

"Elizabeth!" he calls back, trying to paste a look of surprised pleasure on his face. Mostly he looks like he ate something he's allergic to.

"I am so glad to see you again," she says, making note of the look on his face. "Are you all right?"

"Yes!" he swallows, looking only slightly less sick after doing so. "I'm fine. It's great to see you again!"

Please don't let her ask about last time, please don't let her ask about last time, please don't let her ask about last time...

"What happened last time? I was so very worried when you did not come!" Coyote struggles not to crack up at her own double-entendre.

"Unless of course...you don't wish to see me anymore?" Say it ain't so!

"No, no!" Max insists, reaching out to touch her cheek comfortingly and freezing halfway there. He's feeling oddly hesitant.

"I... um... it's complicated." It's unusual for him to seem so unsure of himself around, well, anyone really, but especially around an attractive woman.

Oooh, that means it's time for the wibbly eyes of DOOM. Men are weak to them, especially ones like Max.

"Please tell me! I promise I will understand." And she will, since she engineered it all...

Not the wibbly eyes! Max deals rather poorly with the wibbly eyes! They usually indicate a woman who needs something from him. And he's a bit commitment shy.

Still... he does have a chance with her, maybe. And she has not gotten any less hot... He takes a deep breath.

"Well, I went to what I thought was the room we'd agreed on, but then some other guy showed up, quite confused. After I'd sorted him out we both discovered that the numbers on the door had been tampered with or... something." He shakes his head. "It's not my fault!"

And here it comes, the pièce de résistance...

"No," Coyote says, slowly. "It isn't your fault."

"I mean it--" Max's mouth snaps shut and he blinks.

"It isn't?" He shakes his head quickly. "Of course it isn't!"

"Max, I have something to tell you." Earnest! She is so earnest it hurts. "Please listen and don't be angry with me."

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Someone leans on the Bar next to Max. "'Sup?"

Max looks up, clearly distracted. The fact that he didn't notice her approach says a lot about his state of mind. After all, it's not often that he's not woman-watching.\

"Oh. Hey."

YT raises an eyebrow. "Are you feeling okay? You didn't give me the usual look-over."

She's kidding. Sort of.

He shakes his head and rectifies that, but it's only a half-hearted one.

Max sighs. "Just got a lot on my mind." He says it in that tone that suggests that what's on his mind is of the female persuasion.

Yeah, YT picked up on that.

"Funny thing about most guys, where the other half of the species is involved," YT remarks, "is that a lot of the time when they've done something seriously stupid they don't get that they did something wrong. When they do think they've done something wrong, chances are it's a simple thing they've totally blown out of proportion. I swear, most straight guys must come with crossed wires," she concludes, tapping her head.

This might be a hint that Max can tell her what the problem is.

"Hey," Max looks hurt. "I'll have you know that I'm an expert when it comes to women."

This particular situation was just a biiiit outside of his experience, though.

"Just 'cause you can drive a car doesn't mean you know how to fix it," YT says. Then she realizes that Max will probably have no idea what the hell she's saying. "Okay. What I mean is, there's a whole skillset for handling the opposite sex. You've got a really high score in some skills," she continues with a wink, "but some maybe need a little work."

"You may have a point, but I'm pretty happy with the ones I've got." Most of the other skills involve emotions and other such pesky things.

"And I'm pretty happy with them too," YT says, "but they're obviously not working out for you where this problem is concerned."

"This problem," Max sighs, "involves this stupid place screwing things up for me repeatedly." Stupid bar at the end of the universe! It's totally throwing off his game!

"Bar playing tricks on you?" YT asks. "Or did you just run into a visitor who obviously wasn't supposed to be in the same universe as you at any time ever and vice versa?"

"The former." Max shakes his head. "Disappearing doors, shifting room numbers, and no way to explain it."