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[theconsequences]

So, drinking game or body shots?

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[theconsequences]

[ That's assuming she'd want to see him after tonight but...

She probably will, even if she pretends like she doesn't. ]

Once we get to my apartment all bets are off.

[ What? The neighbors can deal. Once the door opens on the right floor Mack drags him back out towards her door and reaches into her purse to fumble for her keys. ]

Warning, though. I don't... clean.

[tokillya]

Well then... Do lead on.

[Because that is the most promising thing he's heard in a long time, and definitely makes forgetting about all the shit going on with Statesman just go away.

At least for a night.

He laughs though at that.]

I really don't think I'm paying attention to anything but you.

[theconsequences]

[ She snorts, finally forcing the door open and stumbling into the apartment. When she flips on the light, he'll see that she was serious. There is shit everywhere. ]

You might wanna pay attention to the floor if you don't wanna break your neck.

[tokillya]

[Following her in, he comes to a skittering stop, looking around.

He snorts, grinning at her.]

Well, least it doesn't look like my place. It might as well be a furniture sales floor.

[theconsequences]

Oh man, I don't think I want to know.

[ She laughs, tossing her purse onto the couch and flopping onto it herself. ]

I have booze, or juice, or soda. Basically I have booze or anything you can mix with booze.

[tokillya]

My company set it up. I don't much care enough to change it.

[So it was showroom and generic and empty, really.]

It comes with a shit ton of whiskey though, all the time, always more.

Well then, why not some booze with something you mix it with?

[theconsequences]

[ Mack moves to the kitchen nook to start mixing together some drinks, glancing back towards him as she speaks. ]

So it's, what, basically a hotel room? You don't have like, I dunno... Stuff?

[tokillya]

[He follows her, sliding up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist as he leans down to nuzzle her shoulder.]

Pretty much. My clothes. Lots of hats and boots. Some weights. Also a huge collection of Statesman whiskey because you can't drink it as quickly as they hand it out but I'm never there, so never got around to doing anything with it.

[He lightly nips at her shoulder.]

[theconsequences]

[ She laughs at the feel of his teeth against her skin, moving her head to look at him. ]

So, you're a real cowboy, huh?

[tokillya]

[He leans back, meeting her gaze.]

As real as they get. Grew up on a horse farm in Breckinridge County in Kentucky.