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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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Max couldn't help but smile when she noticed Willow smiling at her. The woman just looked... not better because she was already beautiful, but it just made her more approachable. Max couldn't help but think how good of a hero Willow would've been if not for everything that had been done to her family. When Willow chose to drink instead of answer her question, Max's eyebrows shot straight up in surprise. "That many huh?" She asked as she twirled pasta noodles around her fork. "Or I could also say that few, but most people wouldn't choose to drink over a few." Max's mouth was running on its own again so she snapped it shut.
She was mostly finished with a forkful of pasta noodles when Willow asked her next question. One she hadn't been expecting and one she definitely couldn't answer. Max... was a poor excuse for a villain. Her heroic morals kept her from doing anything super wrong...such as grand theft... or grand larceny... pretty much any crime with grand or degree in front of it. Unless of course the latter was followed by medical, but Max didn't see that in her future. Not anymore. She took a deep breath and downed the rest of her drink. She figured that was sufficient enough considering there was enough alcohol in her whole drink to equal a shot.
Her face was heating up with the alcohol and she was beginning to edge into the zone somewhere between drunk and tipsy. Probably closer to drunk at this point and she needed to be careful. She tended to be brutally honest once she passed that point and that... could potentially be dangerous here. Max was surprised at just how cautious her thoughts were now. It had to have been Willow's question. Was she on to her?
No. The alcohol was making her paranoid.
She set the empty bowl of pasta down on the coffee table in front of them and leaned back into the pillows, her stomach full of pasta, bread, and alcohol. It was her turn to offer up a question and it took her probably longer than necessary to think of one. Max's mind went to a dark place for a moment. It was the fear she'd be caught coupled with the reason she was drinking in the first place. It made one question stand out the most in her mind... "What is your biggest fear?" She didn't ask it in a way that could be seen as a means to use it against her. Her voice was quiet and her gaze was far away as if she was able to see past the walls. Passed the city itself. For her fear... her biggest fear... was something she faced constantly, but one she never thought she'd truely witness until she did.