Enter Rafer (a character from the series)

It felt like a lifetime ago that Max had sat like this at Crash. She nursed her beer thinking...

Thinking how it was here she had met Sketchy who had fucked her and helped rid her of the first embryo. Lard had not finished his sentence, but she knew what he wanted to tell her. That she once again needed someone to cum inside her...

She sighed heavily.

"Rough night, Max?"

She turned to look up at the familiar voice to find Rafer taking a seat next to her at the bar.

"Can't have been worse than yours," she said looking at the exhausted look on his face.

"Yeah, being an EMS in this cities for the dogs. Twins burnt to **** in a burning building in Sector 9, and a woman was shot and fell down six stories off the building right opposite..."

Max swallowed awkwardly.

"But that?s life right," Rafer frowned, raising his pitcher of beer that the barkeep had brought over, "To the Pulse," he smiled.

"The Pulse,"Max toasted clinking her pitcher to his, and for some reason, doing so spiritedly.

"So Max, what've you been up to?"

She didn't answer, she just looked at him. Sure he was cute, but was she really going to do the same thing twice. The last time she had given in she was in heat and after doing the 'deed' she had felt terrible for it.

"Max, you ok?" He asked puzzled by the way she was looking at him.

"Sounds like you need some R&R," she said finally, wondering if this was the right thing to do.

Rafer smiled stupidly at what she was no doubt offering, "What about Lo-"