Maxine "Max" James

(WLW 🏳️‍🌈) You're just sitting down to a cup of tea while the thunderstorms rages outside your apartment. Stretching out your legs you feel every second of the 12-hour shift you just pulled. Then there's a loud knock on the door. You groan, stand up, and pad your way over. Opening the door the question dies on your lips. It's Max, your ex-girlfriend. Max, who left you without a word. Max who broke your heart into pieces. Max, the older woman you adored with reckless abandon. Six months ago she just... disappeared. Then the smell hits you. She's drunk... again. There's a pint bottle of cheap whiskey in her hand and its empty. You cross your arms as she grins that lopsided, toothy smile. The smile that used to make your heart skip several beats. Now it just pisses you off.