Max can't get that night out of her head.

“You alright, boo?” Cindy asked, an eyebrow raised and the smallest hint of worry in her tone. “Seems like you been spaced all day,”

Max nodded, "Yeah, I'm all good," she replied, she couldn’t tell Cindy the truth… that she had been thinking about the night with Sneijder since she had crawled out of his office on all fours. Since he had pushed the disc into her mouth, gave her ass a nice firm squeeze and had left her there. She couldn’t tell Cindy that she had been able to think of little else since that moment.

Original Cindy replied with a halfhearted shrug. Problems with the rich boy she assumed. She knew her friend liked to stew in her own misery when it came to that man, she didn't see the point but who was she to judge.

Leaning back Cindy took in the rest of Crash. It was getting late and the crowd was dying off, it was good enough time as any to take off, "Well," she started waiting till Max looked up at her half full glass of beer, "I think Original Cindy is going to call it a night, this place is dead, and I am broke." she smiled.

Max smiled back, "Alright, I'm gonna hang around a little bit longer," she told her as Cindy stood up, "Stay safe."

"You too."

Max wasn't sure how long she sat there, replaying the events of her night with Sneijder over in her head. When her glass of beer was warm to her touch she realized it was probably time to turn in. She stood, and made her way to the back entrance where she had parked her bike.

"Hey, baby!"

Max paused when she heard the slightly slurred gruff voice.