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[whatialways_do]

Who: Max Guevara and YOU
What: Max's birthday.
When: Monday, August 13, all day.
Where: The Deathmatch
Rating: PG-13 at least
Notes: Prose or actionspam welcome.



[Max got to the Deathmatch early to try and decorate a bit, not that she's looking for anything fancy. She just wants to make sure there isn't anything covered in dust. Then she pays whoever's behind the bar for the drinks for the rest of the day, because she's generous that way. She did say she'd be paying for drinks, so she better follow through.

Otherwise, you're free to do with the club what you will. Though if you pick a fight, that's on you, not her.]

Comments

[whatialways_do]

A surprise, huh?

[looks him over carefully]

Does that mean I have to figure it out, or does it mean I just have to wait till later?

[valuedstrength]

That's up to you. It is your day.

[whatialways_do]

[tips her head to the side as she considers]

Do I get a hint?

[valuedstrength]

You can put things in it.

[whatialways_do]

So like a box?

[valuedstrength]

Yep. It's definitely like a box.

[whatialways_do]

But it's not a box.

[valuedstrength]

Not exactly. There are some box qualities to it.

[whatialways_do]

So box qualities, but not a box.

[a pause]

How big?

[valuedstrength]

Up to my waist.

[whatialways_do]

[tips her head to the side as she mentally measures that for a moment]

Heavy?

[valuedstrength]

For some people.

[whatialways_do]

Okay.

[valuedstrength]

Can you guess it now?

[whatialways_do]

A safe?

[it's the first thing that comes to mind]

[valuedstrength]

Nope. Why? Did you need one?

[whatialways_do]

[shakes her head]

That's what came to mind.