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Max glances down at the small slip of paper in his hand as he reaches the door. Not because he has to, he knows what it says. Elizabeth gets straight to the point, after all. He grins and opens the door, unlocked as promised, and looks around. The room isn't quite what he would have guessed Elizabeth to have picked, but it does have a nicely large bed.

He sets the bottle of very expensive tequila on the nightstand and rolls his shoulders to loosen up. The night promises to be a whole lot of fun.

Max is bored. It's a general sort of feeling, really. Milliways is great. The booze is great, there's plenty of beautiful women to flirt with, but... there's something missing.

So he's standing out by the lake, just looking out over it. The smile on his face is his habitual easy grin, and the tumbler in his hand has its habitual ice and something hard. The wind in his face and the chill coming in off the lake are already making him feel better.

It's actually a nice night out.