71 Serendipity, Wednesday Morning

[chosehumanity]

All right, the holiday season was officially here, so Mitchell couldn't put this off any longer.

He was going back to Wales to celebrate Christmas and New Years with George and Nina. A small affair. It wouldn't be festive. Not... too festive, anyway. Annie's death-- vanishing was still too fresh on everyone's minds, and Nina was too dedicated to her search to really let up the severe attitude for more than a moment.

Still, especially with Jack and Kate gone, there wasn't anywhere else he wanted to be for the holidays. So he messaged Bo handwavily that he'd be out of town for a couple of days starting today, and started packing up his things.

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[furious-maximus.livejournal.com]

Max was feeling oddly nostalgic. And he knew, from experience, that nostalgia wasn't all that fun, and that the best cure was to find someone to go drinking with.

So despite the hour, he was totally at Mitchell's door.

[chosehumanity]

And look, there was Mitchell himself, opening up the door and squinting at the guy standing there.

"...Max?"

He grinned.

"Hey. Long time no see."

[furious-maximus.livejournal.com]

Max smirked just a bit

"I was thinking the very same thing." He cocked his head slightly. "How've you been, Mitchell?"

[chosehumanity]

"Me? I've been--" Catastrophic in large amounts, since the last time he'd seen Max, "--fine," he said, stepping aside to let Max through. "What about you, mate? What's been going on?"

[furious-maximus.livejournal.com]

Max wasn't an idiot, despite how he might act some (or most) of the time. But he also didn't pry. It wasn't polite. So he just nodded.

"Oh, you know me. Business as usual."

Except for that whole world disappearing and the soul-searching that had happened over a few hang-over-heavy mornings.

[chosehumanity]

Mitchell gave that a nod in understanding - not prying welcomed not prying, after all.

"Want a drink?" he asked, wandering into the hallway, towards the kitchen. "I've got beer."

[furious-maximus.livejournal.com]

Eyebrows went up.

"Is this a trick question?" Max asked with a smirk, following Mitchell and letting the door swing shut behind him.

This was Max, after all. Of course he wanted a drink.

[chosehumanity]

"Hey, it's only polite to ask," Mitchell pointed out. He got to the kitchen, pulling open the fridge door and tossing a bottle at Max.

He figured the guy would catch it. "It's called being a host." He grinned, snatching another beer for himself.

[furious-maximus.livejournal.com]

"A real host," Max corrected as he twisted the top off of his bottle, "would have had the bottle when he came to the door."

Duh.

[vanillajello]

Kate was getting ready to go in for a preliminary interview for the flight attendant gig. So, this seemed like as good a time as any to inform the brother-type of the latest development in her quest for meaning.

Ring ring.

[chosehumanity]

"Mitchell," Mitchell answered, not bothering to check who was calling due to being nose-deep in luggage.

[vanillajello]

"Kate," Kate replied, because she thought it was funny. Which was actually common motivator for her. "And here I was totally gonna start calling you John."

[chosehumanity]

Mitchell pulled a face. "That's what they called my father," he said, "John."

And the other vampires back in his bad days, from time to time.

"What's going on?"

[vanillajello]

"Well, if I say I'm going to a job interview thing soon, are you gonna be supportive or judgey?"

Important question, that.

"I'm asking so I'll know to hang up right now."

[chosehumanity]

"I don't know, what are you job-interviewing for?" Mitchell asked, plucking some magazines off the end table.

[vanillajello]

"SkyKans flight attendant?"

Why was that a question? It was like she was still asking the previous question.

[chosehumanity]

"You're going to be a flight attendant?"

At least Mitchell's tone sounded pleasantly surprised?

[nookiepowered]

"I bring presents!" Not that Bo was under the impression she needed to bribe Mitchell to open the door for her, but it never hurt.

She did not, however, come dressed for present-giving. "Which you only get if you swear in advance not to say any word that rhymes with self to me or in my presence, ever."

[chosehumanity]

"Now I'm either terribly worried, or..."

He opened up the door.

"...not." He grinned. "Hey, Bo."

[nookiepowered]

"So far, so non-rhymey," she said cautiously, offering present #1 sans wrapping.



And sans comment, though not sans smirk.

[chosehumanity]

Mitchell's eyebrows crawled up towards his hair, but in a good way. "Buttface?" he said, taking it. "Americans."

[nookiepowered]

"Well, I didn't see any point in getting you English beer, since you're going there." If by there you meant 'on the same island...'

[chosehumanity]

"Fair enough, fair enough," Mitchell said, with a little grin. "Why don't you come in, and we'll both be the judge of this."

He took a step aside.

[nookiepowered]

"I dunno, Mitchell," she said, stepping past him. "You think it's safe to drink and walk? I might bump into a lamp-post on the way home."

[chosehumanity]

Mitchell sucked in a dramatic, ever-so-concerned breath. "You're welcome to stay a bit longer if you're terribly worried," he said, shutting the door behind her. "I'm willing to make that sacrifice."