Restaurant, Some Hotel On The Mainland, Saturday Morning

[chosehumanity]

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?"

[ for max, and nfb due to distance! ]

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[furious-maximus.livejournal.com]

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?"

[chosehumanity]

"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?"

[furious-maximus.livejournal.com]

"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.

[chosehumanity]

"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.

[furious-maximus.livejournal.com]

"Bowling alley?" This sounded intriguing.

[chosehumanity]

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

[furious-maximus.livejournal.com]

"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."

[chosehumanity]

"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?

[furious-maximus.livejournal.com]

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

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

[chosehumanity]

"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."

[furious-maximus.livejournal.com]

"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.