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xxx"Heroes can be found in the most unlikely places.
xxxPerhaps we all have it within us to do great things,
xxxbut may simply lack the circumstances
xxxor the reasons to be heroic."
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It took Max a few hours before she even thought about moving. Then maybe about thirty minutes after that, she finally rose in search of the liquor cabinet. She had been debating mentally, and then she tried to distract herself from thoughts of drinking with other things which mostly involved Dinah. That, of course, made her want to drink some more. Finally, she gave in. As she made her way over to the cabinet, the man Willow was friends with--Winter she remembered--stepped in front of her.
"Let me make you a drink," He offered. Max gazed at him suspiciously, but she knew she wouldn't get a drink unless she allowed him to.
"Alright. By all means," She said, wearing her mask of confidence once more. She watched him mix a drink from lemonade, sweet tea, and bourbon...very little bourbon... and then handed it to her. She made a face primarily because she knew he was onto her. She sighed, thanked him for the drink, and moved to the couch. At first, she just laid there and drank. Then she grew bored and started to look around the apartment. A lot of the books Willow owned were about physics which Max had very, very little interest in. Physics in high school was not her favorite subject. Her thing was biology.
In the end, she was up back on the couch with her second drink and flipping through websites on her phone. Once she finished her drink, she went back to Winter for another. She was on probably her fourth, the alcohol finally kicking in with a buzzing sensation through her body, when sound began on the other side of the door. For a split second, she panicked. Then, she remembered where she was and calmed down. Willow walked through and greeted them both. Without looking up, she replied. "Hey, Willow," She said, more chipper than she thought she would sound like, "How was work?" She finished whatever she was reading, locked her phone, and started to get up from the couch to meet her new friend. When she saw Willow, she paused. Max had seen Willow before she left, but she was so clouded with grief, she hadn't completely realized what she was wearing. "Wow," she said finally, "That dress is cute on you." She bit her lip and decided to stay sitting on the couch. Nice... She wasn't feeling sad, thanks to her drinks, but it also meant she wasn't worried about anything she said. She had absolutely no filter which meant she was going to say whatever came to mind. Would prove to be an interesting night.
She looked at her mostly empty glass, downed the last of it, and then walked over to Winter for another.