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Max had no need to look up from the keys he was currently playing. The presence that had joined him was one that had been such a big part of his young life: Vann.

Mi Vida and Mi Corazón or Savanna and Yasmin if you wanted to get technical about it, had been Max’s best friends since before he could remember. He wasn’t exactly sure how they had crossed paths, it wasn’t a lifelong thing like some of their other Kings Academy compatriots. It really actually hadn’t been that long ago, so the main reason he couldn’t remember was likely the copious amounts of alcohol and drugs that he had partaken in since the aforementioned first meeting. 

Vann was for all intents and purposes, Max’s soulmate. Once the pair of them would get going, there was simply no stopping them and it had always been that way. The Broadway star had done much to hide the parts of himself that he didn’t like and only love the truth of what he wanted to be and Savanna was the perfect person to be around when he wanted to do that. Did she push him to be the best damn theatre kid there and ever been? No but she made sure that he didn’t take himself and his work too seriously, she helped him push beyond the mental block he had erected for himself in regards to not playing too hard. She was his balance. 

He switched up the tune he was playing on the piano into a much more lively, Latin vibe more akin to the sort of music his rising star cousin [url=https://m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BMTg5NDg5MjQ4OV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTgwOTM5NDAzNjM@._V1_.jpg]Rico Nunez[/url] made his name playing. 

[color=FF94E2][i]“Mi Vida, mi muñequita
Ellos dicen afuera se cierne como la lluvia,
pero por dentro entras como huracán.
Puedo sentir tus ojos color avellana en mí,
Al sur del cielo, cero miedo, esta noche se trata del destino”[/i][/color]

The latin beat flowed through there so smoothly it brought the Miami muñeca back to the past. Having spent time with the Broadway star and his cousin, relaxing, entangled in one another as they lay sprawled out on the couch just enjoying the music as it provided the ambiance for an amazing high.

His voice, sultry and sinful, dragged her from memories not long past as she found herself scooting closer to the man of the hour, jumping in with lyrics she knew all too well.

[color=E7B59D][i]"La noche cobra vida con solo tu toque, incendiarme nunca es suficiente, tratar de mantenerse alejado nunca fue un pensamiento eras todo lo que buscaba... así que ven ahora, toma mi mano, ámame hasta que caiga la lluvia..."[/i][/color]

Vann stroked his cheek, playing up the love in the lyrics. It wasn't hard to convey the emotion when it came to Max. He was her other half, always the devious angel on her shoulder. The words of the song spoke volumes of the feelings she held for the man before her. She owed him so much more than she could ever express. All the high school nights spent up on the phone or on rooftops just chatting. Small touches and caresses shared in private moments. It was like they had their own world to escape to, their own language only they could understand. He was her person and she was so grateful he was there in her life.

Max remembered writing this song in his junior year; some vague attempt at refashioning himself as a Latin lothario. Unfortunately it didn’t really pan out for him the same way it did for his younger cousin whom was swiftly making a name for himself as a Mexican sex god. Luckily, during the process of writing he had Vann to bounce off of and their relationship worked as fantastic source material. 

With Savanna, love meant a thousand different things. They shared a deep connection but was it romantic? In some ways yes but in all many others, no. They could fain and pretend but in the end it just wasn’t true. They had kissed, had sex, dated, dillied and yes even dallied but it just wasn’t there. The chemistry was off the charts but the feeling, God that feeling that everyone so desperately searched for, it was absent. Max had hoped for the longest time that they could eventually get there. He was lonely. Everyone and some great love story to tell and unfortunately, he was the man who had to listen. Sometimes he wished he was still deaf.

He looked around the room, their performance had captured an audience. [i]Shock[/i].  His eyes finally fell on the gorgeous queen to his side and he smiled [color=FF94E2]”You remembered the words? I’m touched or at least I will be. By you because girl you are looking fire tonight”[/color]

Always a way with words, her Maxi was. He knew exactly what to say and when to say it to make her light up. Whether it was politically correct or blunt or sweet didn't matter. It was always something she needed to hear.

Being there with him, in that moment of time, specifically, sent a chill to her spine that settled at the base of her neck. A feeling that was wholly them and not whatever lingered in her system from her bathroom bump.

[color=E7B59D]"How could I not remember the words? I can even picture where we were when you wrote it,"[/color] a sly smirk gracing her features as she leaned back to admire his own choice of threads. [color=E7B59D]"I've at least got to keep up with the master. I think we're the best dressed in the whole fucking 'tel, papí."[/color] Another smirk paired with a wink.

The jailbait waitress had sauntered over at this point, still in a haze from the performance it seemed, and dropped off the drinks he previously ordered. [color=E7B59D]"Thanks doll~,"[/color] Vann spoke, making sure to take the tray from her absent hands. The woman seemed a little surprised at the latinas presence, but complied regardless.

Max let his fingers slip away from the piano keys as he reached into his pink jacket and clasped onto his wallet. He pulled out a hundred and slipped it into the chest pocket of the waitress. [color=FF94E2]”You have been absolutely fabulous tonight, darling. Like seriously, you’ve made my night so much better. Go treat yourself. You deserve it, you’re a goddess”[/color] He turned to the tray of drinks the waitress had brought over and grabbed a shot in each hand; he offered one to his lady before saluting the hotel employee. [color=FF94E2]”Bye bye now”[/color]

After knocking back the fire water, Maxi placed his finger gently onto Vann’s chin and pulled her into a tequila flavoured welcoming kiss. [color=FF94E2]”I’m so glad to see a friendly face. Thought I was going to have to cause all the trouble this weekend my own damn self”[/color]

Her own shot burned deliciously on it's way down but nothing compared to the surprising warmth coming from Max' lips as he kissed her. A sense of longing flooded her veins alongside the liquid fire, a wanting of things to be real yet knowing it wasn't to be. A feeling she has had to squash most of her adult life in pursuit of things less permanent. Vann was never one to be preoccupied with the idea of settling down; though to say the thought never crossed her mind was ludicrous. She was just much more content with being wild and unencumbered. Less chances of getting hurt if the expectations are never there. He pulled away much too quickly for her liking but she wasn't upset. Quite the contrary. Another shot passed from her hand into his, [color=]"Psht. As if there could be any trouble without me present~ 'sides, I wouldn't miss the shitshow for the world."[/color]

God she missed the mischievous gleam in his eyes when the two of them got going. It hadn't been that long since she visited him in New York, but Vann valued any time she got to spend with the performer. Every moment a blast and something chaotic was bound to happen. [color=]"Saludos, para causar el caos, mi amor,"[/color] Another shot back, this time much more milder than the first and she placed a chaste kiss to his cheek, making sure her lips made an impression.

[color=]"Now if only we could find our little diabla, we could really show this place a good time,"[/color]

[color=FF94E2]”Well then”[/color] Max downed another shot before he wrapped his arm and hand around Savanna’s waist. [color=FF94E2]”Your mission, should you choose to accept it, mi Vida, is to venture out into that big wide world and find our missing musketeer”[/color] 

It was never going to be a proper party until the other third of the lip gloss bitches was with them. Max, Vann and Yas were completely inseparable throughout their young lives. Maxi had certainly entertained the idea of being a throuple with the two beauties but alas he didn’t want to be greedy. The loves deserved to find their own kind of happiness, whatever that may be, not be forced to be his. [color=FF94E2]”And while you’re doing that, I will be on a mission of my own”[/color] The stars in his eyes were playful, his grin smug and almost childish. 

His words, so closely spoken in her ear she could feel the heat of them on her skin, were ominous in all the right ways. A sort of scheming behind them that reminded her wholly of her Maxi. Oh how she wished he would never change. It brought forth a giggle, another shot past her lips and she was curling into his warmth. 

[color=E7B59D]”Of course I accept, mi capitán,”[/color] painted lips, stained with an invisible shimmer of alcohol, stretched wide in a cheshire grin, [color=E7B59D]”We’ll meet you up at the pool in a few. If you aren’t there then I will assume you ditched us for some [i]cocktails[/i],”[/color] the innuendo was clear enough. What other business would he have without her on his arm during the reunion? It was laughable to even think about it.

Though, if she were to be honest with herself, conducting some other forms of entertainment definitely have her attention. She was eagerly looking forward to… catching up with Benji while she was here. It would do Max well to let loose with others; even if some part of her thrummed with a sort of jealousy. Vann shook the thought away, placing a loving kiss to his lips before an even longer one to his temple. A gesture that she never grew out of when it came to those so close to her.

Max blew the brunette beauty a kiss as she headed off on her quest. He sure did hate to see her go but did love to watch her leave. The reality of the situation was that as much as he was looking forward to hanging out with his girls again, there was someone else that Maxi wanted to see, someone else that he just couldn’t get out of his head. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and scanned the live feeds of everyone he could possibly think of who might know where his target was. All he needed was one tweet, one tag that would help him find that which he was looking for. 

[i]There she was.[/i]

With a gleam in his eye and a rush of heat flowing through his body, Max polished off the last of his shots and pulled himself to his feet with the grace of a dancer. Gliding across the floor like a swan, the performer sauntered out of the door, completely bypassing the crowd that had gathered to watch he and Savanna’s electric flirtation over the piano. 

Having made his way to the rooftop bar, Maxi entered into the sight of old friends but they were not on his mind. His hazel eyes fell upon a figure at the bar, short brunette hair, a sheer black dress…he’d recognise her anywhere. He made his way over to the bar in time to hear her order a Manhattan. [color=FF94E2]”Make that two, queen”[/color] Max leaned down on the bar next to his nemesis. Kimber Benson and smiled like a damned rattlesnake when he caught her gaze.

[color=FF94E2]”Hey Kimmy, I hear you paint houses now”[/color]