#maxinteraction

Ah, Santorini, Greece. The last time he was here, Max didn't even get to enjoy this island in all its glory - granted he was hiding under the tunnels and not enjoying the sea breeze, margaritas being handed out at a hotel lobby. He had sprawled on the couch at the hotel lobby, waiting for Tony and Adra to finish up with checking in at the receptionist counter. His dark gaze went over the details of the lobby, other groomsmen and bridesmaids talking each other's ears off just for this wedding. Then his eyes landed on Kim.

Spoilt, hates Math (how did she and Adra become great friends anyway? It was a mystery to him) with long auburn tresses framing her perfect porcelain face... Kim. And she was chatting away with other bridesmaids, ignoring everyone else incuding (is it especially?) him. Throughout the years, he had made it a mission to annoy the hell out of her - just for the fun of it. But also to see her face getting red, getting all scrunched up too. It was cute and Max thrived on giving anyone high blood pressure and frustration. It was his own way of showing he was interested but girl never picked up on it - and rightfully so.

He stood up, sauntering his way over to the ladies and the chattering died down. "How are you, ladies?" he started although his eyes was only for Kim. "Looking forward to the wedding of the decade eh? You think we're all going to end up on the same floor of this hotel?"

“You know, if people tell me that the first few faces I’d see when I get out of fucking prison, it’d be you... I would have thought that those people wanted us to be together.” A lazy Cheshire grin had hooked onto his lips as he spoke, eyeing the other man as he sipped a beer. “You know, like the good old days.” Good old days indeed - Max relished in all the mayhem they have caused in London. It was somehow good to smell London’s grimy air again - rather than the stale shite in Brixton. “But Skyler, my friend. You’re like a tramp stamp I can never get rid of.” 

Her smile - damn her smile could illuminate the entire fucking room. The first time he witnessed it, Max was truly enraptured by it. She was the sunshine he never knew he needed until she appeared. Now it didn’t help that she was David’s daughter - he adored his employer, even regarded him as his own father figure. That man gave him a job when he needed something more legitimate, betraying his trust stabbed at Max but Nadia.. god, Nadia was irresistible. 

The dinner crowd was impending soon at The Underground and as usual, Max was arranging the last few utensils on the tables when she walked in. For a moment they both had forgotten where they were. He reached out to her and without thought, wrapped an around her waist before pecking her cheek. Oh shit! Almost immediately he released her waist, stepping back to put some distance between them. “No one’s behind me right?” he snickered, so tempted to pull her close and kiss her for real. They had been sneaking around, stealing kisses now and then. It had been thrilling to say the least. “That’s too close, y’know. I really don’t want your dad killing me over this, babe. He’s here today, at the back.”

He was wasted. Nothing like good old whiskey and a little something extra to kick all of his conscious marbles out of the window. Max had inevitably rolled down onto the floor with his arms and legs spread out like the Vitruvian Man on the other’s carpet. “Hey!” he called out with a silly grin on his face. “Remember that one time I glitterbombed that chick’s bathroom?” he giggled, baring all of his teeth. “Shiitt....” Max started to hiccup, moving his hands and legs against the carpet as if to make a snow angel. “That was some crazy ass shit - she -hic- had glitter on -hic- her buttcrack for -hic- daaaays.” He snorted again. “You remember that chick? No? -hic- Shit I don’t -hic- even remember -hic-how I got here.”

"Do you think there's enough blankets?" Max quipped, popping his head out of the false fabric ceiling he just made. He scanned around the room, at the litany of blankets he had somehow managed to rack from the various rooms of the chateau. "Carina?" he called out. Did she somehow get lost in all of these? He saw some movement just a few feet from him and Max broke out in a playful grin. "Caaarrriiiiinaaaa," he sang out her name in an out-of-tune manner. He snickered at his own stupid voice and finally she popped out. "There you are!" he suddenly shouted, propelling himself out of the fort and tackled Carina into a bunch of pillows. As gravity pulled them down, the whole blanket fort came crashing down under their weight. Max burst out in laughter when he saw that her hair was disheveled and the destruction that he had left behind from his impulsive action. "Shit, I'm sorry babe." He couldn't hide the mirth in his tone, almost giggling. He wasn't even high. "You okay? I know you wanted a blanket fort but a pillow fight is more like me yeah?"

Max had been trying to get Nadia away on a short trip away from the city. Sneaking around has been a toll on them. At times they could only have a glimmer of quick pecks on the cheek, a fleeting squeeze of the hand before they had to part ways. And it was driving him crazy. So when she agreed and they made plans, he was a little too excited to say the least. He even rented a cabin from an acquaintance, ordering groceries and making arrangements so that they could be self-sufficient there for a couple of days.

"Taaaaa daaaa....." Max sang as they pulled into the driveway after a seemingly long drive up the mountain. "What do you think?" he asked, reading her features to see if she was impressed. It was a small cabin tucked in the snowy wilderness. Luckily for them the snow had been shovelled off by the owner prior to their arrival. "Isolated and far away from your dad, as requested," Max chirped, grinning at Nadia. Taking off his seatbelt, his grin was still plastered on until he noticed her tense frame. "Hey..." Max reached out, intertwining his fingers around hers, giving it a light squeeze. "You're worried about your dad finding out?"