#max:threads

[ambercast]

where: hunter’s place who: hunter hilton ( @oxtofmydcpth )

Max was still reeling some from the whole tentacle disaster, and he definitely wanted to drink the sight away, but he remembered what Hunter said, about drinking with them, so here they were, standing outside Hunter’s place with a bag of booze and potato chips. He knocked on the door after a pause to sigh.

[ambercast]

“Wow, blind much?” Max grumbled, before pasting on a wide, fake smile. “No problem, dude. It’s not like I’ve been standing here for the past five minutes.” His smile faded. “You’re, like, right in front of the snacks I want to get. Can you move?”

who: open

where: 7-eleven

remi hummed a tune playing in his head while putting things on the shelves at work. they weren't really paying attention to their surroundings figuring that chandler would yell if they needed them for anything. in their own little world, they didn't even notice the person in the aisle until they bent over to grab some more of the snack food to put up. being a bit more on edge since forcibly moving to the town they jumped. ❝ holy shit, dude! ❞ they clutched their chest and immediately his cheeks went a light pink when they noticed it was a person. ❝ my bad i didn't see you there, sorry, what's up? ❞

[polariscalling]

where: the shooting star who: cygnus hawthorne (( @space3cho​ ))

“Hey! Cyg! . . . if you saw me at the Scorpio the other night . . . no you didn’t,” Max said, leaning against the piano as he looked up at Cygnus on the stage above them. They gave him a pointed look. “And I didn’t see you doing lines of O there either. So . . . we good?”

[ambercast]

(continued from here with @backmaskcd)

“I’m a million bucks, baby,” Max said with a grin, reaching up to squeeze Paxton’s face with one hand before patting his cheek. “I’ve got so much drugs and alcohol in my system right now. I’m riding out this horror town until I either get cracked open like a nut or die of alcohol poisoning. Whichever comes first.” He laughed.

[polariscalling]

where: med bay who: serena delos (( @serenadelos​ ))

“It’s really not a big deal,” Max said, looking down at his skinned knee. “Mom’s just overreacting, as usual.” They rolled their eyes, glancing toward the hospital clinic entrance where a bodyguard was waiting, probably there to keep Max in rather than keep anyone out. He turned back to the nurse attending him. They recognized her as one that had patched him up before. He leaned forward slightly. “What do you say you and me ditch this lameass place and get a drink somewhere?”

[ambercast]

“I don’t know, depends on what you’re looking for,” Max said, shrugging. He didn’t remember how he got here, but now they were here, and this chick was asking them questions. “Like, you want action? Romance? Drama? Soft core? So many options . . .”

location: family video

status: open!

briar was still adjusting to life in huntsville, and while she had people around her, she still found herself getting stir crazy. the commune was friendly and welcoming enough, but being out in town brought a form of serotonin that she didn't know she needed until now. that's why she'd wandered into family video, searching for something to keep her brain occupied.

"the collection here is better than i expected," she chuckled and turned her attention to the person beside her, though her voice was still soft. "do you have any recommendations? i'm not picky."

[ambercast]

who: hunter hilton (@oxtofmydcpth)

"Hey man, I was thinking about how we could get your channel up and running again," Max said with a grin as they ran to catch up with Hunter. "I have a smartphone we can use to record shit, and with the system they got here we can just upload videos directly to people's email! What do you think? A collaboration could be good for both our reps, you know?"

[ambercast]

who: mason greene (@endlessreruns)

Max’s eyes had to be playing tricks on them. There was no way they just saw a chipmunk peek its head out of that kid’s sleeve. Wait, where the fuck was the kid’s hand? What the hell was going on here?

“Do you have a furry hand hiding up there or was that a fucking chipmunk in your sleeve?” he asked incredulously.

[ambercast]

where: avant-garde ball who: open

Max had reached levels of nihilism that were new even for him. While they hadn't been ask skeptical as Hunter as to the reality of the monsters, seeing a person get ripped to pieces right in front of their eyes was an Experience to say for sure.

So he was swaying on the dance floor, a cigarette in one hand, a drink in the other, despite the people around him shooting them dirty looks for the smoke.

They'd already stolen a hat off someone's head that they were wearing, and they were also wearing a pair of dark sunglasses, despite being indoors with dimmed lighting. It was little wonder that they bumped into someone, stumbling some to keep from falling.

"Whoa man, watch where you're going," he said, taking a puff off the cigarette.

[ambercast]

“Holy shit, you’re Hunter Hilton.” Maxine sat down in the seat next to the other, grinning in recognition. “I almost didn’t recognize you, but that hair is unmistakable. It’s really you. Wow. I’m such a big fan, man. Your videos are hilarious.” He waved to the bartender. “Let me buy you a drink.”

The Sasquatch // Hunter Hilton // Open

This wasn’t how Christmas was supposed to go. Hunter wasn’t supposed to be sat in some bar that he hated, in a shit version of Disney World, with no family or friends around him, no dog to jump down and snuggle with on the ground, and no phone to even attempt to film his yearly Christmas prank video. So, why didn't he just go home? He could walk right out of town...right?

As he threw another long swig of his drink down his throat and the fuzziness slowly clouding his thoughts, he wondered why he hadn't just upped and left, when he first lost his phone, or after he'd split with Val. All valid enough reasons to leave, but he told himself there was more to explore, more storylines coming and he couldn't miss out on the whole experience.

And then there was the Liam situation, whatever the fuck that was. First the fight, and the subsequent rumours that spiralled from that, then the kiss that dispelled those rumours. Hunter had proved his point and then some...so why was he still thinking about it? Add in the weird dreams... "fuck..." he let out a sigh, letting his forehead rest on top of his arms, "...dad's gonna kill me..."

[ambercast]

who: damien lamb (@lxvenderhxzehv)

“Yo, what’s the food in here like? Is it good? Or is it like some kinda prison food?” Max asked, leaning over the back of his booth at the diner to talk to the young man in the booth behind them. “Just got into town so I don’t know shit.”

[ambercast]

(continued from here with @oxtofmydcpth)

Max grinned, seeing the shift in demeanor and recognizing the other even more now. “Well! I can’t turn down a celebrity! Hell yeah you can buy me a drink. What are you even doing here? I wondered where you’d disappeared to.”

[ambercast]

who: tatum hampton (@ghostsbrokenbyfairytales)

“Ugh. What are you doing here? They should really put up a sign. No uggos allowed,” Max complained, rolling his eyes as they spotted their sister entering. Yes, it was a public place. Did Max care? No. Anywhere he was, that was an uggo-free zone as far as they were concerned.

[ambercast]

"Who the fuck else was I supposed to take it out on? Our parents? They'd just ground me or some shit." Max shook his head, knowing it wasn't fair, but they didn't really care about fairness. In their eyes, Tatum represented everything their parents had wanted Max to be. Max hadn't turned out the way they wanted, so they replaced him with Tatum. "Of course I'm a fake bitch. That's what gets fucking likes. Not that that even matters here. Now you're off and all happy with your fucking little boyfriend and I had to watch a guy get ripped to shreds. Life always seems to give you roses while I get shit. How is that fucking fair?"

tatum wasn't surprised that max was unloading all of this onto her but it still pissed her off. "so you hate me because of our parents is what you're saying?" she said defensively. "i was a baby max. b-a-b-y. how our parents treated you wasn't MY fault but you were always a bitch to me growing up so yeah, i ate up the attention from them after a certain point because i sure wasn't getting any from you. i may be a spoiled brat but at least i'm not a fake bitch. like you"

[ambercast]

(continued from here with @cryptidkeepp)

"You were like way out of it. I cleared my throat a couple times." Max shook his head. "And I'm really fun at parties, actually, but I have access to alcohol and good drugs at parties. This place sucks and there's no good parties and so I just want to get my fucking snacks and go home."

[ambercast]

(continued from here with @exmcrtis)

"You sure you even want a movie then? Sounds like you don't," Max said, shaking their head. "Sounds like you don't know what you want."