Max // open up your mind

[LENORE FAE McGEE]

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Lenore was by no means a morning person. She liked to sleep in, but getting up everyday at 7am for school became so ingrained in her body that she couldn't help but to be up and at it by 8am even on vacation. Christmas break, or 'holiday break' as the political correct liked to call it (ignoring of course that Hanukkah happened during regular school days).

Long story short, Lenny was dressed and sitting on a stool in the kitchen waiting for her eggo waffles to toast. She was used to being alone and decided to play her Kate Nash pandora album while she waited. She realized that Mackenzie was actually home for one, given the time of year and turned down the music a bit, figuring that if Max was asleep, the least Len could do was let her sleep.

She drummed her finger on the counter as she stared at the toaster. But of course, a watched pot never boils. With a sigh, Lenore went outside to get the paper and opened to the comics, which in her opinion was the only reason to get the paper in the first place. She sighed, the toaster having gone off, and slathered her waffles in salted butter. She was part of the way done with her second waffle when she heard footsteps on the stairs.

[MACKENZIE NOELLE McGEE]

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Max stifled a groan as her eyes cracked open. A splitting pain shot through her head as the light assaulted her bloodshot eyes. One of these days, she supposed, she'd learn not to spend the entire night and the wee hours of the morning drinking herself into oblivion. Determined to go back to sleep, she rolled over and pulled her pillow over her head, but the smell of toaster waffles wafted up the stairs. The sound of music accompanied the smell, and Max gave up on sleeping. Reaching for the nearest shirt, she tugged it over her bright yellow sports bra.

Her vision blurred, and it took her a few seconds to realize she hadn't bothered to put her glasses on yet. Blindly, Max swatted at her bedside table until her hands found the plastic frame of her glasses. Slipping them on, she finally resolved to go see what her sister was doing and at least find some strong coffee and maybe a few waffles of her own.

Grumbling to herself, Max grabbed a pack of cigarettes, lit one, and made her way to the stairs. It was her house, and she was determined that if she wanted to smoke in it at the ungodly hour she was forced awake, she could. Taking a long drag on the cigarette, she descended the stairs, wincing as she neared the kitchen, where her sister had the lights on. Of course, Lenny wasn't out drinking all night, was not hung over, and probably didn't mind the lights being on.

Her first movement upon entering the room was to switch off the overhead lights, leaving only the soft lighting from the unique glowing cabinets in her kitchen to warm up the room. Casting a narrow-eyed glance at her sister, she moved to the coffee pot, dropped in a cup of bold coffee, placed her mug underneath, and pressed the button to start it brewing.

Finally, she let out a long sigh and turned toward Lenore, cigarette still in hand. "You're not old enough to get up this early," she grumbled as she took another long drag on the cigarette.

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[LENORE FAE McGEE]

Lenore smelled Max's cigarette before she heard the familiar thump on the stairs. Len hated the smell of cigarettes and always complained about fire hazards and second hand smoke, but models seemed to be notorious smokers and Lenny figured she couldn't get smoke out of her life. She bit into her waffles and watched, holding back a laugh as Max shuffled in and went right to the coffee maker.

Len paused, searching for a comeback, when she didn't find one, she just said. "Someone's chipper this morning," and rolled her eyes again before munching into her waffle lightly. Hungover Max was always hilarious. Len gave up on being afraid of mad Max years ago and decided it was simply one of the funniest things ever, she got mad after

"Cigarettes and coffee, that's a well balanced breakfast," Len teased, sliding off her stool to get a banana from the counter. Lenore was by no means a health nut, but she liked a good breakfast, otherwise she'd get hungry way too fast.

However, Lenore made her way over to Mackenzie and the coffee maker and got out her favorite mug so she could make some coffee after Max was done. She started rooting through the flavor boxes, finally finding her favorite, vanilla.

[MACKENZIE NOELLE McGEE]

They'd spent enough time together for Lenny to be more that used to Max's horrible morning moods, so Max was hardly surprised by her sister's sarcastic comment. She simply rolled her eyes at the girl and retrieved her coffee mug from the machine. Without pausing to add sugar or cream, she brought the hot liquid to her lips and sipped, letting out a contented sigh as the beverage burned down her throat. After gulping down half the mug, she placed it on the counter and finished off her cigarette, which she stubbed out in an ashtray she had stowed near the coffee pot.

Comments on her health were also something Max was used to, and she rolled her eyes at her sister, moving toward the freezer. "Shut up. I need caffeine to function. You don't want me operating a toaster without coffee in me first. I'd burn the fucking house down. And that would be a tragedy." Shaking her head, Max shuffled through her options. For the most part, her kitchen was well stocked. She could see frozen waffles and pancakes along with a few frozen pastries and breakfast sandwiches.

Pulling out a couple of pastries, she returned to the toaster and deposited them before returning to her coffee. "I'm eating. Happy? If I get fucking fired it's your fault." Of course Max spent enough time at the gym that whatever she chose to eat wouldn't make that much difference, particularly if it was only this morning.

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[LENORE FAE McGEE]

Lenny made a face at Max's comment about the toaster. But honestly, it was probably true. Max could probably set water on fire. Of course, she also smoked while half asleep, so that wasn't exactly safe. "I can't believe you think lighting chemicals by your face is safer than operating a toaster without coffee." She commented frankly, getting her own mug into the coffee maker and pressing the button. The coffee dripped out like syrup--- yum, chocolate sauce would make the coffee better probably.

Lenore returned to her seat, checking her phone and pushing Pandoras 'i'm still listening' button because obviously it didn't know how much music teenagers listened too. She watched Max put two pastries into the toaster, along with giving her a lecture about how if she fired it was her fault. They often had this debate and it was always Len's fault if Max ate something she shouldn't have. Len shoved a forkful of waffles into her mouth and then pouted lightly, as if to prove a point--either how much she could eat or how silly Max looked when when, or maybe even how funny models looked when they acted pouty all the time.

"I never said pastries were well balanced." She retorted, moving to the banana she'd gotten earlier and unpeeling it with deft fingers. Her fingertips were tingling from practicing her guitar the night before, she'd ver done it and her nerve endings were freaking out under her callouses.

[MACKENZIE NOELLE McGEE]

Something about their sisterly relationship was seriously backward, Max supposed. Not that it mattered, really. But she was the older sister and she probably ought to have been the one worrying. Even so, she rolled her eyes at Lenny as she dropped her pastries into the toaster. "Clearly you haven't been following my example or you'd know that smoking takes very little coordination," Max mused, her eyes fixed on the reddish coils that lit up inside of the toaster. She'd always been amused by fire, and the glowing warmth of the wires inside of a toaster were just enough to catch her attention.

Once her pastries popped up, she dropped them onto a plate and wandered over to take a seat beside her sister. "What the fuck are you listening to, anyway?" she grumbled. Actually, she didn't mind the music, but it really wouldn't have been any fun to actually get along with her sister. Truthfully, Max found little enjoyment in endeavoring to get along with most people. As long as there was something to argue about, she was determined to find her amusement in the opportunity to ruffle people's feathers.

Picking at the flaky crust of one of the pastries on her plate, Max let out a sigh. Today was going to suck. She had no plans, and she wasn't particularly good at that. "What are we doing today?" she finally offered, turning her gaze toward her sister. She hadn't actually bothered to ask whether Len had plans. As far as Max was concerned, when she was home, her sister should plan to be with her. It was easier that way. Of course, if that wasn't possible, she could probably find a party or a club somewhere.

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[LENORE FAE McGEE]

Len rolled her eyes lightly. Max always made a big deal out of everything, conversely, Lenny made very few things a big deal--there was usually no need because Max would always get to it first. Lenore used to take it personally, but now it just amused her highly. She didn't bother pointing out to her sister that she'd never mentioned coordination when she called smoking dangerous, but that was besides the point.

"Kate Nash Pandora station," Lenore said before taking a bite out of her banana. If Max really hadn't liked it, she would have just closed the laptop, especially hungover. "Watch your fucking language." she teased lightly. Max had a fondness for the F word that Len didn't mind, but some people really did care and since Max wouldn't change, Len took it upon herself to point out basic manners.

She took another bite and shrugged. Lenore didn't have plans for the day. She'd save her homework for Sunday, like any self respecting high schooler. Maybe they could go shopping? Or go skiing? Not that either of those things were really Len's idea of fun exactly, but she knew Max would hound her if they stayed home. All Lenore wanted to do was practice her guitar. "Dunno, what do you wanna do?" She asked.

[MACKENZIE NOELLE McGEE]

Max nodded in response to her sister's answer. The music, truthfully, wasn't all that different from something Max would have selected for herself, so she simply made a mental note to look into it later. She might want to buy some of these songs. She popped a bite of pastry into her mouth and chuckled at Len's admonition. "Please. You're old enough for rated R movies. Which means you're good to hear the fuck word at least twice in a two hour period," Max justified, quirking a lopsided smile at her sister. She knew she talked like a sailor and, frankly, her social graces could probably use a little work. But she spent most of her time at work, which required her to be on her best behavior. She could hardly be expected to do the same at home.

Chewing her last bite of pastry (she couldn't help but wolf the food down), Max frowned as her sister admitted that she didn't have plans. She certainly didn't mind that Len was free to do something with her. That was what she'd wanted, after all. Even so, between the pounding in her head and the utter frustration she couldn't help but feel at being alive this early in the morning, Max couldn't bring herself to come up with plans on her own. If she suggested going back to bed, her sister would more than likely come up with something to do without her.

Tugging absently at a strand of her hair, Max debated their options. Skiing took too much coordination, not to mention too much concentration to appeal to her right now. So the only logical answer was to go out and spend some of her not so hard earned money. Shrugging, Max suggested, "Want to go shopping?" It was a reasonable enough option, and she figured they could properly bond while they were out. "I mean, after I get dressed, of course. I wouldn't drag you out with me while I smell like stale beer and look like hell." Max really couldn't leave the house like that, anyway. There were paparazzi waiting in too many corners that would love to spread unflattering pictures of her around.

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[LENORE FAE McGEE]

Lenore just shook her head lightly, chewing her last bite of banana thoughtfully. She'd heard the f-word several times in the last fifteen minutes, so that was way over an R rated movie. Obviously Max's language didn't actually bother her at home--when they were out, it was sometimes kind of embarrassing. Max was famous but she hated being noticed. What she failed to realize is that her blowing up at stuff and swearing made her an easy and desired target for the tabloids.

"Shopping's okay." Lenny agreed. She wasn't a huge shopper, but she liked being out and picking ridiculous things for Max to try on. Maybe they could swing by a music store, or the Guitar Center. Lenore wasn't an idiot though, she knew shopping with Mackenzie really meant clothes. Probably ritzy clothes that she couldn't wear in normal life. "Do you need me to change?" Len asked flatly, knowing that she did reflect on Max's images a bit too, but if Max thought she'd change too much, she was crazy.

Lenore wound her finger into a curl of hair and looked at Max. She did smell like stale beer. "Since when do models drink beer?" She said. "And you wanted to blame me for your weight." She scoffed, resisting the urge to call her sister beer gut for added measure.

[MACKENZIE NOELLE McGEE]

Ordinarily, Max preferred shopping in stores where ordinary people were afraid to exist. There was something to be said about being able to afford frivolous luxuries that others couldn't, and Max couldn't help but enjoy being rich for that reason. She knew, however, that her sister was far less fond of such shopping trips and probably wouldn't have the opportunity or the desire to wear any of the clothing they would buy in such stores. Which meant that, if she wanted to make the day enjoyable for both of them, Max was going to have to agree to keep things a little more tame than that.

Shaking her head at her sister's offer to change, Max let out a little laugh. "No, no. If Kirsten Dunst can shop at H&M, we can, too. We'll just be low-key today," she offered. Of course, that wasn't particularly believable given the fact that there was nothing about Max that was generally low-key. She was typically loud, blunt, rude, and easy to anger, so she followed it up with a puppy-eyed expression. "I won't even hit anyone. Pinky swear," she added, stretching her hooked pinky out toward her sister.

Len, it seemed, had a rather confused notion of what models did in their free time. Not everyone was dainty and feminine. Sticking her tongue out at her sister, Max stood and turned toward the stairs. "It was light beer, bitch," she clarified. "So many less calories than fruity cocktails." Shaking her head, she made her way up the stairs and to her room, where she picked through her clothes. She'd never been good at blending in or looking normal, so she settled for her own version of low-key before heading back downstairs fully dressed. "There. Ready?" she asked, grabbing her cigarettes from the counter and dropping them into her bag.

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[LENORE FAE McGEE]

Lenore had to laugh as Max offered up a pinky and promised not to hit anyone. Len hooked her little finger with her sisters and laughed, shaking her head a little. Not hitting anyone for Max was a big thing, like not hitting anyone when you're 3 and don't know the difference. Not to mention, Len liked H&M as a store and was glad Max wasn't making her change. Low key of course was a joke, and Lenny knew she'd be hopelessly underdressed, no matter what Max decided to wear.

The beer comment got Mackenzie all riled up and Lenore just laughed again and stuck her tongue out. "Everyone knows straight liquor has fewest calories." Not that Len spent much time drinking at 17. She had a house to take care of, but of course, she had hosted a few parties given that she lived alone most of the time and that was the way to win friends and influence people as a teenager. Though most Aspen teens were also rich and had distant parents. Not that her parents were distant, but they were..... missing.

Mackenzie left to get ready and Len pulled out her guitar (whom she had affectionately named Georgie) and started doing some practicing. Max never got ready that quickly. She came back, a vision in bright pink, sequins and pleather, seemingly more awake.

"You're about as subtle as a train wreck," Lenny decided. She put her guitar back in its case and rushed out the door after her big sister. "Come on let me drive, I just passed my driver test." Len demanded as they made it outside. She'd gotten her permit after driving her elderly neighbor around and had passed her test a few weeks prior.