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Open if you want to also give her a tough time for this

WHO: Max and Tommy Shepherd, at least
WHERE: Somewhere outside
WHAT: Dumb skateboard tricks as a way of bonding w/her future BiL | otherwise, just skateboarding and she needs a better place for that
WHEN: Sometime in July nothing else was happening
WARNINGS: Coarse language, and this really is not a smart thing to do, will add as needed

Ever since she got her skateboard back, Max has spent a lot of time outside, even if it's hot, even it's muggy after a rain, it doesn't matter. Something about it feels like home, connects her back to it. It's comfort.

Her mind zones out when she finds a long enough stretch she can just zoom by without thinking, and the terrain offers obstacles often enough, as well. It's not as smooth as flying, not as fast, not as powerful as driving, but there's a similarity to both that she keeps seeking in her board.

Of course, it's inevitable, her wheels hit a rock and she finds herself on the ground. Max laughs at the pain, used to it by now, and finding it a small thing compared to everything else when faced with everything else. She can deal with it, as long as no one else saw her wipe out. She looks up to find...well, she's not that lucky today.

"What?"

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Real graceful there, kid. Too bad you fell just in time for Tommy not to be close enough to arrive to help her out. Instead he arrives as he sees her spilled on the ground. Sucks.

"Need a hand up, Scarlet?"

She's grateful for two things, the fact Tommy isn't laughing his ass off at her, and she has help up.

"Yeah. I could use one," she tells Tommy, smile growing wider.

He grins and reaches out for her hand, hauling her up pretty easily.

"You know there are more recently paved parts of town. A bit smoother too. Might work out better."

"Thanks!" She dusts herself off and grins. "I'm surprised you're not giving me a lot of shit over that." Still pleased.

"There are," Max admits, which means, yes, she considered them. "I just wanted a bit more of a challenge."

"Are you kidding? You're trying to learn a sport with difficult speed and balance. Not giving you any shit about that. You might be pleased to learn that in my day and age they're talking about adding it to the Olympics. Real cred for your chops, boss."

Because yes, he can and will butter her up. Though now he's smiling.

Challenge, huh? He can get that for her.

"I think we can ramp up that difficulty on smoother roads..."

Max opens her mouth to tell him she isn't just learning, she's just improving, but her mouth stops at the Olympics addition.

She looks baffled for a moment, then her lips split into a huge grin. "Really? I am so glad I met you."

As for the challenge, Max perks up.

"What do you have in mind?" She is so ready.

"Really. Guess the XGames finally shamed them into recognizing that you're athletes too," Tommy grins at her.

But hte challenge... Well, he'd promised. A while ago.

"Well, like a friend of mine used to say: gotta go fast."

"We are." How was that not recognized. It's intense, and more fun than some of the things the Olympics consider sports. About time, Max thinks.

Max just peers at Tommy for a moment as her brain puts it together, then her eyes widen and her lips spread into a grin.

"Wait. Really? You're gonna to pull me on my board?" She's already thinking they're going to need a rope.

"If you want. But I've got rules. You got any protective gear?"

Harder to fully control the safety if he's pulling her after all.

"No, 'cause I'm not used to having it," Max tells Tommy, truthfully, but quickly follows that up with, "But I have pillows I can part with."

She'll pull stuffing and padding out of abandoned buildings, if she has to.

That's enough for him.

"Alright, let's get you padded up then. But if we wanna do this in the future you need a helmet."

"Then I'm going to have to make a helmet." Max is willing to just about anything to try this out. She doesn't even know if this going to work, but she wants to find out.

She gestures for Tommy to follow her back to the room she's claimed at the hotel.

"We'll talk to someone about the replicator for that," Tommy agrees as he follows after her. "Go as fast as you can on the board."

"Another time, then," Max insists, because she wants to do this, now. Patience can be for later. Other things. Not this.

She lashes pillows to herself, and finds way to pad her knees.

"I know I look ridiculous. I don't care."

"Like I care about how ridiculous it is," Tommy grins. "But I need you to promise to shout if you're going off balance, okay?"

"Of course, I will!" Max will do whatever it takes to experience this, but she doesn't want to end up severely injured, either.

"Wonderful," he says, smiling. "Now the last thing we need is a good sturdy line. Would hate to lose you while we're in motion. Billy might actually kill me and it would be justified."

"Yeah...I don't want either of those things," Max assures Tommy in a deadpan tone, with a smirk at the end.

"I do have a replicator use. I can make one."

"Yeah, but we'll do that another time," Tommy says. "Higher speeds next time. I need to consult with someone on a helmet that would stand up to what I could put you into the situation of."

Tony might even find it amusing, if Tommy was lucky. Teaching Tommy just enough physics and formulas to try and figure out was most useful to account for some fraction of his speed.

"This sounds very involved," Max comments, wondering if she should at least consider she might owe Tommy, just a bit, for this one.

"But yes. Higher speeds." Her lips twist up into a grin at the thought. "Next time. Let me get an idea of how this works this time."

"Safety tends to be, kiddo. Red tape is red because of all the blood or whatever. OSHA. Space Osha? SPOSHA! But whatever."

He'll try and figure it out. But not right now.

"Okay, then let's just get this mess rolling. You want to start on the board for this. Like, start moving while I have the rope around me and you have one end in your hands. Or around your middle. Yeah, around your middle is safer. I can let go without rope burn risks."

"So you're gonna be space OSHA?" she has to ask with a laugh and slight roll to her eyes. "If you have the energy to enforce safety, good luck." Of course, she's still going to follow his rules if it means getting this ride. Which she really wants, now.

"Got it. Around my waist." She prefers that, anyway. She put tie it around her waist, and still hold on.

So Max does that, and starts moving, at a slow pace.

"Ew, no. I don't need more work. I'm already the Space Jolly Green Giant or some shit. Space Smuckers. Space Frozen Dinners."

He doesn't need to be in charge of safety too. He's got a boyfriend to take that time up with.

"Alright," he says, jogging lightly next to the board. "You ready? If there's an emergency and I need to stop you, I'm going to do it by falling back to your side, getting my hands on your shoulders, and trying to slow us down. If it's too much of one, I'm going to tackle you off that board and wrap myself around you because I'm more resistant to road rash and broken bones. Okay?"

"You're the one going on about safety. I would have thought you're more like a Space Taxi, but okay. Space Smuckers, then," Max says with a laugh and half roll to her eyes.

She can imagine that boyfriends takes up a lot of his time, too.

Max nods her head. "Got it. Hopefully we don't have to do any of that. But got it."

Yeah, well maybe he doesn't want to be a taxi. He likes being something else.

"Alright. Let's go then! Whoo!"

And Tommy starts to speed up, racing ahead of her. Time to get this girl going fast!

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