[h2]Maxxy
[sup]The Hole[/sup][/h2]
[i]BEEP! BEEP! BEEP![/i]

[b]"I got it! I got- oh."[/b]

Maxxy quickly released her deathgrip on the alarm clock and dropped it onto the floor. She giggled a tad bit, but was certainly saddened at the realization the two wouldn't be rushing for the phone together for quite a while. Probably never again. But whatever, she wasn't the kinda gal to obsess over the past. A loud snore from the other side of the bed roused her from her reminiscing. Sam, obviously. She was disappointed she hadn't woken him up, but you couldn't have everything, could you?

The little lagomorph hopped out of bed with a spring in her step. The ringing of the phone was a sort of pavlovian response for her. She was no morning person, but that phone got her up, got her pumped like Sam's stomach after too many fudgy bars! But this would probably crash unless she put some caffeine in her system, so she got to work on finding wherever the hell she and Sam put the coffee maker. Not on their desk, not under the bed, not behind the TV... Ah, in the sink! She put the thing on and stripped out of her underwear for a quick shower.

A quick rinse off and soaping up with whatever products the hotel had on hand, and she dried herself off. Before replacing her towel with clothes, she walked out of the bathroom and poured herself a cup. It seemed Sam was getting up too, smacking his jaws and yawning. Yeah it usually took him a while to wake up as well. [b]"Coffee's up, Sam."[/b] Rang her nasally voice. She took a sip, and her face twisted in some sort pleasure/disgust mix. [b]"Tastes like Playdoh!"[/b] Maxxy commented. Sam mumbled something along the lines of [color=a36209]'you crack me up little lady.'[/color]

Eventually, Maxxy managed to get some old clothes on and get Sam in the shower. After that, she decided to make her way downstairs and try and find some work while Sam changed his bandages and take some pills. She offered to help him, but he declined. (But you bite a man a few hundred times and, for some reason, he doesn't trust you!) He instead suggested that since they were running out of money she should go ask the boss for work.

As she hopped down the stairs, she heard the familiar voice of the owner and barkeep, a lynx named Sacha, being generous as always. Though she'd never admit it to his face, she was very glad he gave her and Sam solace. She had no idea why he was so nice or how he could afford it honestly. Almost reminded her of the old Chief.

As she made her way to the bar, she heard a woman with a very odd accent. So odd, in fact, Maxxy couldn't help herself but make fun of it. As she crossed paths with the woman making her way to the back room, she called to her, [b]"Nice accent, are you Hanz or Franz?"[/b] before hopping up onto a seat at the bar and talking to her new boss. [b]"So, Tall grey and creepy, anything for me to sleuth or kill today?"[/b] The private dick asked with glee. It would be nice to finally be put on a case again, after all this time. Maybe she wouldn't have to scavenge coffee grounds up from the previous renters of the room she was staying in then.