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[theconsequences]

So, drinking game or body shots?

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[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.