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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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At first, Max didn't look up at Willow. She didn't want her to see the sadness beginning to settle over her shoulders once more. Honestly, she should've known better. Even with alcohol in her system, she couldn't escape her grief. A light sob shook her shoulders, but she gulped the rest back, took a deep breath, and took Willow's hand accepting her help up. She smiled softly at Willow, attempting to return to her chipper self. The smirk on the woman's face helped a little. "Thanks," She said quietly, "But it wasn't the alcohol. I just..." She paused and rubbed the back of her head, her fingers catching in the dark strands of her hair. "I thought about Dinah." She walked over to the counter and hopped up on it using the space by the sink as a stool. "You know... I actually swore off drinking?"
"The last time I had gotten super shit faced, Dinah had taken me out. To this day, I don't even remember the reason, but I know it was to cheer me up. Maybe it's back when I figured out I wouldn't have the funds to go to medical school so I settled for lesser education, but anyway," She waved her hand as if swatting away a fly, "She had taken me to the gay bar downtown: Fragrance, because I-well... I swing both ways. Anyway, she knew guys tend to intimidate me sometimes--sometimes--so she figured girls would help. And at first it was a couple light drinks, but she paid the bartender to absolutely knock me on my ass." She laughed a little to herself at the memory. "And I was sooo far gone after that and I was sick as hell the next day. Swore off drinking. Well... until now apparently. But what I was thinking about was how... after that incident, it was really hard for her to get me to dance because I don't... really dance. But here I am, twirling in your kitchen and I thought "Just wait until I tell Dinah" and it hit me that-- that I can't. And the realization I guess knocked me on my ass." She finally looked at Willow, worried she looked as pathetic as she felt. "Graceful, huh?"
She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes as she looked at Willow. The woman was beautiful. In both the traditional sense and in her own ways. She may be a villain, and she may hate heroes, but she was... well good. She cared about other people. Hell, she cared about Max and she was practically a stranger. If she didn't, why was she in her apartment? She tilted her head back, attempting to avoid letting the tears fall and forced a smile. "Ugh, god. I must look so pathetic to you." Well... while she may be feeling her grief again, there was still no filter between her brain and her mouth. Great.