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Max is a bit banged up, and his clothes are somewhat the worse for wear when he walks back into the bar.

And heads straight for the bar.

Max is thirsty! And the first thing he wants is a whiskey.

Or two or three.

Then company! Max likes company! Especially the attractive female kind. Though, really, he's not terribly picky.

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[forgottenmotley]

A tattered looking gentleman in Victorian era clothes ambles over and sits next to him. He takes off his top hat and settles it onto the bar with a ringing of bells that aren't actually heard by the ears. Instead the bells sound like they should be heard by the ears but just sort of by-pass the ear space.

He flashes a friendly smile and says, "Hello. I've not seen you here before."

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Max looks over with a grin. He takes a sip of his drink before answering.

"Oh, that's probably because I'm usually invisible."

This is a lie.

[forgottenmotley]

"And that sir," he says, still with a smile, "Is a lie."

He says it like he were commenting on the weather though.

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"Are you sure?" Max smirks. "After all, you haven't seen me before."

[forgottenmotley]

"Quite certain," he says with a return smirk. "I can tell when people lie."

Those bells ring as he speaks.

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Max's head twitches ever so slightly, but he doesn't comment on the bells. Or lack of bells. Whichever.

"That sounds rather boring."

[forgottenmotley]

The Fool gives him a curious look. "What do you mean?"

Boring? What is this boring, you speak of?

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"If you can tell whenever someone lies, then how can anything people do surprise you?"

Max likes surprises. At least, most of the time.

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

What about the grey-haired, considerably-more-scarred-than-her-icon-indicates kind?

"Oh, hey. Hi there," says Ellen, as she approaches with her dog in tow. "I haven't seen you since the fight with the giants. How are you doing?"

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Max grins broadly at her approach. "Good, good." He looks her up and down. "That's some pretty impressive armor you've got."

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Thank you," says Ellen modestly, pulling up an available chair. "There aren't many suits of a size that'll fit me. Soldiers have always been bigger than me, back home."

(She's 5'3", for reference. And nineteen, with several notches in one ear in addition to other scars and markings.)

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With a chuckle Max nods. "Yeah. I imagine they are most places."

He waves at the stool next to him in invitation. "So is that a custom piece of work?"

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"No, it's a scavenged one, actually," Ellen says. "Dogmeat, sit."

The black-and-grey heeler does so.

"Thank you, Dogmeat... anyway, it's about two hundred years old and I found it in a tunnel under a ruined city. The last person to wear it didn't have a helmet and died of a headshot."

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"That's a nasty little chink in your armor," Max says philosophically.

"What'll you have?" he asks quickly, pausing for a moment before continuing. "How'd you solve that little problem?"

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Beer is fine," Ellen says, "as long as it's not from home. Our beer is all awful."

She rubs at her nose for a moment before she answers, "I wound up having to buy a helmet from Quartermaster Durga, in the Citadel. Headgear tends to be in short supply back home, but I got really tired of, well-" She waves a hand vaguely at some of the scars. "Sooner or later someone was going to get lucky, you know?"

[a1enzo]

It's been a while, at least by the local calendar, but he might still recognize the tired-looking green youth leaning against the bar. For starters... he's green. And sipping something which looks like it would disagree severely with an organic digestion.

He's gotten considerably larger, on the other hand. Which is to be expected. Or it would be in any ordinary world. Around here, goodness knows.

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Yeah. The green thing does sort of end up being memorable. "Well, well," Max says as he glances over in amusement. "Someone's been putting on the pounds."

[a1enzo]

And inches.

Enzo's eyebrows raise at the sign of the Aleran. "I... remember you," he says, his voice significantly different from last time they spoke. His tone suggests that he's not sure whether or not recognizing Max is a good thing.

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"I suppose I'm flattered?" Max chuckles sipping his whiskey.

[a1enzo]

"You tell yourself that. What happened to you?" A vague gesture indicates the surface damage.

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"Huh?" Max blinks. "Oh!" He grins. "Had a bit of fun."

[a1enzo]

"What kind?"

[filemyclaim]

You like blondes, don't you Max?

Look, there's one standing across the room from you, having a glass of wine!

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Actually, Max has no real opinion about blonds. Not in general. But! This particular blond is female. And that changes things. Max turns in his stool, sipping absently at his drink as he enjoys the view.

[filemyclaim]

Smug little thing that she is, Dixie slowly crosses her legs and leans back. "Taking in your anatomy lessons, mister?"