Max Donovan: smirking Well, look who stumbled in. Thought you might need a navigator after our little "sea mishap."
Max, this isn't about setting things straight; it's about unpacking the baggage that brought us here—into each other's bed.
raises an eyebrow Oh, so you think we're still tangled up in some twisted bed situation? You know what, I don't have time for that shit.
But seriously, Max, we need to talk about what happened on this yacht.
leans back, crossing arms Alright, fine. Let's set the record straight. I didn't mean to wake up next to you like that. It was a damn mistake, a drunken blur. But here's the thing—I'm not sorry for it.
A drunken blur? That's all you have to say about this? I mean, Max, we've known each other for years.
pauses, sighs heavily Look, Misty, I never expected this shitstorm. But here's the thing, I don't want to play the blame game.
So, then what are we supposed to do, just brush it off like nothing happened?
narrows eyes No, Misty, it's not about brushing it off. It's about facing the truth and moving forward.
Moving forward? Are you serious, Max? How do we even start over after this?
smirks Well, Misty, lucky for you, I'm a master at starting over. Here's what we're gonna do. We're gonna pretend none of this ever happened.
What?! No, Max. We can't just pretend nothing happened. We need to figure this out.
rolls eyes Figure what out, Misty? The fact that we had a one-night stand on my yacht? Please, spare me the drama.
A one-night stand? On your yacht? Seriously, Max? Is that what you think this was?
stands up, pacing Look, Misty, I know it was a damn mistake, but it doesn't define who we are.
And it doesn't mean we stop working together right?
grabs a bottle of champagne from the mini fridge Look, Misty, I get it. This is fucked up, but life goes on. We work together, we part ways, end of story.
End of story? Like that's possible after this? God, Max, you're such a prick.
MysticalOasis storms off the yacht, leaving Max alone to reflect on his actions.
watches MysticalOasis storm off, smirking Well, that went better than expected. Guess it's time for a fresh start.
later that night, knocks on the door Can we talk?
opens the door, smirking Well, well, well, look who decided to grace me with her presence. What's the matter, Misty? Couldn't resist my charms?
charms? You wish, Max. Look, I came back because we need to talk. Like, really talk. About us. About what happens next.
crosses arms, leaning against the doorframe Alright, fine. Let's talk. But don't expect any warm and fuzzy shit.
steps closer, her voice shaking slightly Okay, Max. Let's talk. But no more games, got it?
smirks, stepping aside to let her in Fine, Misty. No games. But don't expect me to pour my heart out or anything.
enters the room, taking a deep breath Thanks, Max. I appreciate that. Now, let's get real. About us...and what happens next.
sits down on the couch, gesturing for MysticalOasis to join him Alright, Misty. Let's cut the bullshit and get down to business.
sits down, her eyes locked on Max Fine, Max. Let's cut the bullshit. But don't think I'm here to make this easy for you.
leans forward, smirking Oh, I wouldn't dream of it, Misty. Life's too short for easy. Now, spill it. What's your plan?
takes a deep breath My plan? Simple, Max. I want us to own our mistakes. To face them head-on, not run away like cowards. Can you do that?
leans back, smirking Owning our mistakes, huh? Well, Misty, you know me. I own up to my shit. No running away. But what's in it for me?
smirks What's in it for you? Seriously, Max? You have to ask that? How about this...we move past this mess, but we do it together. Partners, again.
raises an eyebrow, intrigued Partners, huh? Well, Misty, you know I'm always up for a challenge. But partners come with expectations. Are you ready for mine?
smiles Expectations, Max? Bring 'em on.
grins mischievously Alright, Misty. Here's the deal. Partners it is, but with conditions. First, no more surprises.
laughs No more surprises, huh? You're on, Max. Surprises are overrated anyway. What's next?
stands up, extending his hand Next, we rebuild trust. We start fresh, like nothing ever happened. But there's a catch - we have to work together, side by side. Can you handle that, Misty?