Roswell Fanatics

~LIZ~

I bite my bottom lip to keep my grin from getting out of control. Gotchya. I wave at the seat beside me. "I was hoping you would, actually," I confess. As he sits down, I turn my body so that I'm facing him a little better. "So, Max, is that short for Maxwell or Maximillion?" I ask, trying to feel him out.

I sip on my cocktail and smile to realize that he's drinking one as well. Isabel, I hope you're watching because you'd better start saving for my trips to the spa. I feel like I'm gonna be under a lot of stress and need lots of massages, facials, manicures and pedicures after I win this bet.

Isabel

"Isabel, what have you got up your sleeves? Why that guy?" Maria asks me and I can hear the suspicion in her voice

Think quickly Isabel!

"He seems the real playboy type that's why.Have you seen the number of women he's danced with already tonight?Anyway..." I stand up and smoothen my skirt out "I think I need some fresh air.I'm going outside on to the balcony for a few moments.Excuse me!"

~~~~~MAX~~~~
"I was hoping you would, actually,"
I smile as she waves me to sit down. So I do so, making sure the seats were reasonably close together. She turns to face me better and I KNOW I got her. She's totally mine. I am so taking her home tonight.
"So, Max, is that short for Maxwell or Maximillion?"

I smile and say, "Well technically Max, but my friend calls me Maximillion when he's angry at me" I say, "Which is semi-regularly" I joke. "I smile at her. "Is Liz short for Elizabeth?" I ask. "Elizabeth and Liz both suit you... pretty names for a pretty girl" I say with a wink as I sip my champagne.

*MARIA*

Uh oh. Isabel is trying to put me off. Yeah, she had this guy in mind for some reason. I guess I'll find out in time. I just hope it won't end up hurting Liz in the meantime. I shake my head. Nah. More like the guy is someone that Isabel's mad at and is sicking Liz on him to teach him a lesson of some kind. That's the more likely scenario. I frown as the thought occurs to me that it sure is going to cost her a lot to teach him a lesson if Liz wins.

Glancing up, I see Michael coming back towards us with his hands full of bottles of water. Well, our little group is certainly starting to get spread out all over the place. That's usually how it goes for a while before we all either regroup and go home or we don't end up seeing each other again because Liz has gone home with some random guy, I've met up with the nearest bad boy and end up with him, and Isabel and Tess...do whatever they do and we all call each other the next day to report.

~LIZ~

He winks at me after asking about my name and mentioning once again that he thinks I'm pretty. I've heard it a lot but for some reason, I've never really been able to believe that it's true. I mean, I know I'm no ugly mutt but I can't think of myself as some raving beauty either. I look into his eyes that are the color of fine whiskey and I have to remind myself not to get too lost in them. "Yes, it's short for Elizabeth. My mother had an obsession with Queen Elizabeth I of England...and thank you for the compliments. I'm glad you find me pleasing to look at."

I give him a teasing smile as I comment, "I once had a dog named Max. He was fiercely loyal, sweet and protective, but not too bright. I don't suppose that would describe you?" I know my eyes have that twinkle in them that I've been told I get when I'm up to mischief or teasing.

~~~~~MAX~~~~~
"Yes, it's short for Elizabeth. My mother had an obsession with Queen Elizabeth I of England...and thank you for the compliments. I'm glad you find me pleasing to look at."

Pleasing? Oh no. WAY more than pleasing!!! She's HOT!
She gives me a teasing smile and says, "I once had a dog named Max. He was fiercely loyal, sweet and protective, but not too bright. I don't suppose that would describe you?" She has a cheeky twinkle in her eye which is very sexy.

I raise my eyebrows and say, "That's a big assumption Liz. But I guess I'm fiercely loyal, sweet and protective when I want to be... but the not very bright? Nuh uh. I'm a doctor." I say sitting up a bit straighter as I show off.

I stay there for a moment before leaning in and whispering, "But don't go thinking I'm just a good guy....I can be very VERY bad when I want to be..." I wiggle my eyebrows at her before winking.

~LIZ~

Oh wow! A doctor! That's like the jackpot for most girls. They're financially secure, they know the human body...hmm. I'd like for him to know my body. No, no, no, no, no! We're going for the long term here, Liz! Focus.

He leans closer to me and I can smell his cologne and his manly scent and I almost swoon. God, he smells good! He whispers, "But don't go thinking I'm just a good guy....I can be very VERY bad when I want to be..." and I catch myself just short of sighing out loud. He is a playboy. That will make this a little more difficult, especially since I'm dying to just play with him like he obviously wants to do with me. I give a short laugh at his words and lean back a little, trying to show that I'm taking his declaration as a joke but also that I'm still interested in getting to know him. I don't lean back so far that it appears he's lost me, but enough to cool things down a little. "A doctor, huh? What kind of doctor are you exactly?" If he says he's a gynocologist, I'm not sure if I'll end up jumping him in excitement or hiding disappointment in the obvious choice for a playboy.

(ooc: Whats a gynocologist? )

~~~~MAX~~~~~
I can practically see her eyes buldge when she hears I'm a doctor. Oh yeah...girls LOVE that. I grin at her as she leans back a little, clearly interested but trying to cool off... Oh no...nuh uh...she's not getting away so easy...
"A doctor, huh? What kind of doctor are you exactly?"

I smile at her and say, "A surgeon. Supposedly I'm one of the senior surgeons but I wouldn't call myself that... I mean... no one can be senior above another doctor. All doctors are important." Now shes started me off on my job I don't know I'll be able to stop. I'm always serious when it comes to my job. "I just happen to be a doctor who gets the supposedly "big stuff" that sometimes saves lives." I'm not trying to brag I'm just trying to state the facts, "But everyone is important in the medicine world. Even the nurses... just don't tell the males one that" I say with a smile.

I smile at her as I lean back. "So what do you do Liz?"

OOC-Doc who deals with women's problems,reproductive organs and the like Mel.

Occ: LOL! Sorry about that, Mel! I promise that once you visit one, you never forget what they are. LOl!

~LIZ~

Asking about his job was the right way to go. He's obviously a very good doctor and the fact that he appreciates his collegues and the people below him shows that he isn't one of those doctors who looks down on everybody just because he can call himself a doctor. I admit I'm impressed. I lean forward just a little and rest my chin in my hand. "Sounds like you really like what you do, Max." I grimace a little at the thought of my own degree that now seems meaningless in comparison to a surgeon. "I am somewhat in between jobs right now. I mean, I help my father with his company sometimes but he feels like I shouldn't have to waste time I could be spending having a good time working for him. I do what I can and I have a degree in business economics but I'm still looking for my true calling I guess. I am working on a charity project right now, though, for orphaned children. It's a good cause and I always try to help with charities that I feel are a worthy cause."

'Now why did you tell him all that? He doesn't want to know about the fact that your father still thinks of you as a pretty decorative piece of china that should be on display but not overworked! He doesn't want to know that you don't really know where your life is taking you! But the mentioning of the charities was a good idea,' I say to myself. I smile at him and take another sip of my cocktail. "But that's not nearly as exciting to talk about as your job. What's the weirdest or most exciting patient or case you've ever had?" I ask, trying to switch the topic back to him. Guys, especially playboys, love to talk about themselves and he seems to genuinely love his job so I'll admit that I genuinely want to hear more.