chosehumanity | Restaurant, Some Hotel On The Mainland, Saturday Morning

Mitchell'd abandoned Max to his brunette somewhere late last night, in the hotel they'd wound up at as the night progressed. He'd taken to the streets in the dark, just wandering around as he got a feel for the place. Smoking, he'd given his own thoughts some space now that his Max-enforced shallowness had to dissipate and give way for what was actually troubling him.

He was just trying to belong, he realised. It was that first great human impulse, to find shelter, somewhere to hide from whatever was lurking on the fringes, waiting for its next meal. The last few days had been a jagged reminder that it was unlikely he was actually to become part of it; even George did better than that.

He returned to the hotel early in the morning. By ten, he had Max dragged out into the hotel's restaurant for breakfast before they started to look into returning to Fandom.

If it was still as on fire with hormones as it was when he'd left it, Mitchell might've considered staying away - except that the full moon was on Sunday, and he wasn't missing that.

"So, is that craft any good for hangovers?"

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Max laughed. "When you've got as much metal as I do, you don't even get the things."

He shook his head. "And where'd you run off to last night anyway? I had play host to... Christy," he thought that was her name, "and Deborah." Yeah. That'd been such a hardship.

Mitchell's eyebrows shot up. "You got Deborah, too?"

Because that was the more important matter. "Not too shabby."

"Well, you left her all alone, it would have been terribly rude to abandon her." Max shook his head chidingly."

"Cheers for the favour," Mitchell replied, glancing up at the waiter that had just arrived. "I'll have a coffee?"

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"Me too," Max nodded.

He turned back to Mitchell. "I hope you had fun wherever it was you wandered off to."

"Yeah. Plenty."

Mitchell wasn't feeling particularly communicative on this subject.

"Well, good, because I'd hate to think I abandoned you to a night of lonely brooding or anything like that."

"I'm not much of a brooder," he assured Max, as he picked up a fork and fiddled with it. "It soils the image."

Actually, it added to it, considering that Mitchell was considered something of a rockstar in vampire circles. But that was vampires, and that was what he was trying to get away from.

"I don't know," Max mused as their coffee arrived. "Some chicks really go for that dark and brooding thing."

Yeah, he knew that. "I manage fine." Mitchell curled his (yet again, gloved) hands around his coffee. "Think it's quieted down yet?"

"On the island?" Max asked. "I don't know, it's not like I've got a lot of experience with the place." He shrugged, "But from what I hear things don't usually last too long..."

"That's what I heard," he agreed, lifting his cup to take a sip of it. "Might want to call down, see what's going on."

"Call down?" Max had a cell phone, but it wasn't really something he was used to using yet.

"Phone," he said. "Don't have those where you come from?"

This was an easier subject.

"Oh, those." Max shook his head. "Nothing like them back home, and I think I left mine in my apartment." Probably on the charger.

"I'll make sure to check with George in a bit," Mitchell decided, leaning back in his seat with his coffee. "I think there's a few pubs we haven't seen yet, mate."

Talking about pubs at ten in the morning. Mitchell really did fail at this pretending to be human thing, sometimes.

Well, Mitchell might not fit in with most humans, but ten in the morning was a perfectly valid time to discuss drinking for Max.

"And it would be a shame to leave before we've thoroughly overstayed our welcome, wouldn't it?"

"Now where," Mitchell agreed, as he adopted Leto Atreides' tone from class, not that Max would know it, "Would be the entertainment value in that?"

"My thoughts exactly," Max chuckled. "So I suppose we should finish breakfast here, maybe wander town a bit, and get started around lunch?"

Which was only a couple of hours away, but waiting longer than that would be a waste of valuable drinking time.

"I think I can live with that."

Beat.

"They might even have a bowling alley."

No, not drunk bowling. With Max, that might end badly.

"Bowling alley?" This sounded intriguing.

There was a pause in his sipping of the coffee. "You haven't got bowling, either?"

"What can I say?" Max asked with a massive (and amused) shrug. "I come from a backward place where no one has any fun or anything even resembling it."

"You're lucky you have me," Mitchell informed him, emptying his coffee. "Bowling it is. Then drinking."

Then, as it would turn out later, more bowling. Oops?

"You are terribly useful," Max agreed. "I suppose I'll keep you around."

Mitchell, after all, understood the finer things in life.

"Oh, we'll see about useful," he said, with a snort, and put his cup back down. "First we'll see if you can manage a spare." Pause. "Bowling term."

"I'm sure I can," Max grinned. "Hopefully that's a good thing."

And that casual and pointless banter was pretty much how they spent the rest of the day. There was lunch (which consisted mostly of beer and fried food), which was a nice start. Then there was bowling (consisting mostly of more beer and ogling of the women's bowling team which was conveniently practicing). A couple of them were extremely friendly, and even offered to give Max some pointers, which was quite nice of them.

Max was definitely going to have to get Mitchell to introduce him to more of the entertainment this world had to offer.

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