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Grisly Bar
Worn wooden floors stained with ages of spilled drinks (and worse), creak under the feet of patrons as they enter the dark, disordered room. Though dust has settled over a lot of the establishment, making it appear abandoned, the flow of customers would speak differently. Dirty glasses, some with sticky yellow patches in the bottom where beer or scotch has been allowed to dry, stand on one end of the bar.
Several of the windows have been bricked up to prevent vandalism, but create a great fire-hazard. There is a tarnished mirror on the wall behind the bar with a chipped and fading Art Nouveau nymph painted across the bottom.

Abbey can be found sitting at the bar with a fresh beer resting before her. A few dollars is set down from the drink while she leans against the bar, a hand lifting to brush a few strands of hair from her eyes. Her clothing is a simple ash gray tshirt, jeans and a pair of boots, a bit of dirt and grim might be caught across her hands and arms proving she was working before wandering into the bar. As it is the weekend, and even for a Sunday the bar has a more then a few people around, talking loud and drinking.

Max doesn't earn any unusual attention when he comes into the bar, which might suggest he's not a new face. He doesn't earn any greetings, either, which might suggest that no one really cares that he's there. No friends. The only thing he really does is wander toward the counter and ask for a beer. He pays for it, too. But he doesn't seem all that curious about anyone else except a sidelong look that's offered to the female with traces of grime, blue eyes lingering as though he's deciding whether or not he should recognize her.

While Abbey is not with the local pack most in it know who she is. The one lone wolf around Dallas anymore. Her pale blue gaze drifts towards Max, watching him curiously before a slight nod is seen. Fingers grip upon the bottle and she lifts it taking a sip from the drink before letting her gaze drift back to the counter, she works on brushing a bit of grim from one of her arms as she seems to just notice it.

Max returns that slight nod with a just noticeable inclination of his own head but rather than saying anything, he lets his gaze wander somewhat over the rest of the bar, turning toward her while she's brushing some of her work away to give himself a better view. Er, of the bar. "Curious," he says finally, still surveying the lackluster establishment, "That the loners still gravitate toward us." It *could* be a question but it's not really offered as one.

Abbey gets some of the dirt off her left arm and then works on the right, not like she actualy cares about being dirty. When you work in a garage it tends to happen after all. A glance is sent towards Max once more and tilts her head slightly. "Well.. Last I checked as long I behaved myself I could come in here an get a drink now and then." An she's never caused a problem with the pack. "You rather I leave?" The faint Irish accent picked up as she speaks.

Her answer to him makes Max grin and he shakes his head, again just enough to be noticed and finally turns back to look at her once more. "You get defensive like that every time someone says something to you? Gonna make people wonder if you have a reason to be sooner or later." He pauses for a moment, gives her a weighty sort of look, then says with a relaxed shrug, "Stay. Go. It's not my bar."

Abbey lifts a brow while she peers at him, a slight shrug seen as she glances back to the bar, arms folding upon it. She is a bit more defensive when at the Grisly Bar, she is around more wolves after all. Something she isn't that use to, and yet she keeps coming back for some reason or another. "I suppose someone might think that. An no I don't get defensive when someone says something to me.."

"My take on it," Max begins even though she never asked him for an opinion, "is that you don't really want to be alone." Steel blue eyes slip away again and there's a vague gesture of one hand toward the rest of the bar as he says more absently, "Crave being around us." Heavy talk for just having started not so long ago. "Perfectly natural," he says the last like it ought to be reassuring.

Abbey ahs a moment while she glances back towards him curiously, listioning as he talks on. A smirk slips across her lips. "Oh.. How nice. You like reading people you just meet?" This questioned with a curious tone. "Perhaps I just enjoy the drinks?" She says this while lifting the bottle slightly and takes a sip from it. "I work right across the street after all." Truthfully she doesn't want to be alone, and yet at the same time being around other wolves is not a easy thing for her.

"Second nature, I think," allows Max easily enough. "Comes with the job. Comes with… a lot of things." He glances at the door when she says the last, then toward her again. "Just across the street, hmm? At least that makes you easy to keep an eye on." It's said lightly, so maybe not entirely serious, at least not where he's concerned. "The garage, then?" Skillful deducer of obvious things, he is.

Abbey shrugs slightly while setting her drink down upon the bar once more. "Ya.. I got lucky that way." She offers, not seeming to care about them keeping an eye on her if they so choosed to. A faint hum escapes her and she glances towards him with a raised brow. "Ya.. Gee.. You figured that out hum?" She smirks.

Max takes a another casual drink of his beer and seems altogether less interested in looking at the woman now that that's all sorted out. Whatever that was. "Now, now. You're supposed to be behaving yourself," he returns in response to the sarcasm, his own grin pulling at the corners of his lips as he picks a piece of something off the front of his t-shirt.

Abbey ahs softly at that. "True.." She says with an slight amused tone while she glances back to her drink, fingers sliding across the bottle a moment. "I can't say I ever recall seeing you around here though.. You new to the area orjust good at hiding?"

That's given a few moments of thought before Max says anything and then, "New to the area. Moved into town last month. Been settling in, mostly. But I like it here." So maybe she should get used to seeing him around more often, is the general suggestion behind his last comment.

Abbey ahs softly and nods. "Well.. I hope you like the place.. Its not that bad of a city really." She doesn't seem to have a problem with the idea of him hanging around, just another wolf in Dallas after all.

"Of course it's not," says Max as though that particular thought never even crossed his mind until now. "Anyway. Been a pleasure," maybe. But rather than moving anywhere now that he's basically dismissed more talking, he stays right where he is to finish his beer.

Abbey glances towards Max curiously a few moment as the conversation is basicly ended. An she's the one with a problem? A slight shrug is offered and she taps a finger upon the bar a moment while looking to her drink. Another long sip is taken, basicly finshing it and with that she stands. "See you around." Is offered as she turns and starts the move away from the bar.

There's only some small sound of acknowledgement for her words and otherwise Max seems perfectly content to have ended the conversation, particularly after she moves away from him rather than the other way around. He might even get himself another beer after this one is done.

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