[hr][h1][i][color=Orangered]Maxine Carter[/color] & The Fabulous Johnny Valos[/i][/h1][hr]


Thank fuck she got away from that dumpster fire while she had the chance. Maxine was ten seconds away from punching him square in the jaw. But, hey. Some people are just like that.... no matter how many times she told herself that, it didn't make it any less annoying. She shrugged, and kept walking. Heh, for some beach house, this place was surprisingly maze-like. All she had to do was find where the expensive stuff was kept, grab it, and jump out a window with it. Easy as that. Though, with people [i]everywhere[/i], that'd be a problem. A huge problem. Plus, if there's a telepath, then her plans will mostly involve smoke dashing out the nearest window and hauling ass. She grinned. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, after all. She pushed open a door, and seemingly entered an expensive kitchen room, and closed the door behind her (It didn't close all the way). It was, oddly empty. And dark too. She wanted to turn on a light, but she thought it'd draw too much attention. With only the lights outside, and her dim cigarette, to provide lighting, Maxine quickly walked through the kitchen, hoping to get to the other door.

"Yoooooooo!" A loud voice came from behind Maxine. [i]... I fucking hate when people do that.[/i] She nearly jolted - but maintained her composure and turned around... To see a fucking pimp standing before her. Her eyebrow couldn't be raised further than it already was. "I couldn't help but realize you seem a little lost." The pimp said to her. 

"You could say that," Maxine started off, putting her cigarette back into her mouth, and her hands into her pockets. She shrugged. "I need to take a piss, and I'm looking for a bathroom."

"... You realize the bathroom is just down the hall?" The Pimp said, pointing his hand back down the hall she came.

Maxine shrugged again. "Someone's in there, probably getting blown. She strolled over to a counter, and sat down on it. So I figured I'd find another one. You'd think rich-ass house like this would have tons of toilets."

The pimp grinned, and sat down on the counter next to Maxine. "Eh, not as much as you think." He shrugged. "Speaking of which, I'd like to know your name." He grinned. "And for your information, my name is[i] Valos. Johnny Valos.[/i] The the most fabulous mothafucka you'll ever meet."
 
"[i]Maxine Carter[/i], I go to Academy 12." Maxine answered - that "and for your information" comment made her cringe.

"Heh, don't know who the hell you are." Johnny answered, laughing. "But, then again, I don't know half the fucks that are here. I suggested a small party between us friends, and Taylor invites [i]literally everyone[/i] she meets, or ever met." Johnny shrugged. "Now you got every motherfucka and their grandmother on the west coast in here drinking our booze, acting like they're the shit!" He started laughing, before he turned towards Maxine. "If I see someone's grandma twerkin' in here, I'm fucking out." 

They both shared a laugh, and Maxine pulled her hand out of her pocket and flipped the cigarette in between her fingers. This Taylor... Maxine keeps hearing that name, and now it got her really interested. She wanted to ask, but she knew that she'd arose suspicion. Since everyone here is supposed to know Taylor! So, she just replied with a simple, "I hear ya', sweetheart."F

"Now, if you excuse me, I gotta guard the front door." Johnny said, as he stood straight up off the counter. "Thanks for the little chit-chat..." He said as he stepped out the door, by the time he was out, he poked his head back in, and said, "And get yo' ass out this room. No one's supposed to be in here." He closed the door as he walked off.

[i]I'll get my ass out of here, alright....[/i] What a strangely dressed man... and what a waste of her precious time. She shrugged. Honestly, it was probably a better chat than with Carter. Now, Maxine stood up, and proceeded out the other door.