Max blinked at Sam. "Asshole, I love that show... AND her specifically... you're a fucking dick." Of course, his was already submitted, so (heaven forbid) if anything came of it, he'd have to make do. Not like being fucking<em>Yang Xiao Long</em>was really 'making do'. "Anyhow dude, I've stayed long enough, I got to go home and do some stuff... raid tomorrow morning in WildStar. You know how those crazy Ruskies and their time zone differentials mess me up." He gave Sam's shoulder a firm, friendly slap. "Sleep well, bro. Talk to you tomorrow, mkay? We'll figure out how we're getting there."<br/><br/>The pair said their good buys and parted ways, Max getting into his shitty car - a beat up Saturn that looked ready to explode into silly string at a moment's notice - and headed back to his house, where he lived alone. Tossing his keys into the little basket by the ledge near the door and trudged into his room, throwing himself in and passing out nearly instantly. His sleep was restless, though, as he was filled with those pesky 'what if' dreams of if this crazy idea actually wound up with some kind of traction behind it...<br/><br/>Aw, who the fuck was he kidding? It was a joke and they both knew it.