McAnally's Pub

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[jasvvy]

[little-shark-memes]

Reblog if you do NOT roleplay smut with minors!!

Seriously, this is very important.

[dudewiththestache]

A summary of Mac. 

“Humph.” 

this is all. 

[hbc-dresden]

@mcanallyspub

[studiocitypsychic]

mcanallyspub:

Mac moved down the bar to refill some water before returning to Orchid, and shrugging at her question. Things were how they always were. And how they’d always be. When she commented on the emptiness, iced eyes took in the scenery, and gave a grunt. It’d pick up for the dinner crowd.

Mac shrugged. Par for the course. She had probably only heard him speak once? Maybe twice. And never more than a few words at a time. That just seemed to be him. He wasn’t angry, or introverted. Just quiet. Almost watchful.

“So hows it going, Mac?” She took a drink of the ale he set in front of her and her lips curled into a cheshire smile. “Damn, that’s perfect after a day like today.”

[mcanallyspub]

Mac gave a nod at her appreciation of the beer. Although he heard it almost daily, he appreciated every compliment. And when she  asked about how it was going, he gave yet another shrug and a “Mphf,” before moving back to the wood grill, flipping a couple of steaks he had sizzling on there.

[mcanallyspub]

@tarnishedcoins

“And hello to you as well.” Nicodemus smiled at him, though as usual, it didn’t meet his eyes. “Long time no see.”

Though he understood the reasons behind it, Nicodemus observed the layout of the pub with a certain amount of disdain. He never enjoyed being seen in places like that, and if he had any say in it, he would have met his potential business partner nearly anywhere else. Sadly, he had little say in the matter.

A table would be the best place to speak to the man, but Nicodemus had plenty of time before the meeting, so he opted for a seat at the bar instead. He looked Mac up and down. “It’s been ages since I last set foot in here, yet here you are, carrying on the same as always. It’s a wonder you don’t get tired of babysitting this crowd.”

Mac could sense him before he even crossed the threshold. Outwardly, his appearance didn’t change. His mind however began to work. Calculate. Exits. Defensive strategies. Mac knew there was to be a meeting but Nico was much too early. He noticed a few regulars scatter as soon as the being took a seat at the bar. Damn. There goes those checks. At least until they came back.

“-Mmph,” was Mac’s reply as he gestured to the neutral territory sign before glancing expectantly at him, awaiting whatever it was he’d be ordering.

[mcanallyspub]

To anyone wanting a good drinking song

[botanyandbrilliance]

Something Green || Mac x Liv

Liv wandered into Mac’s somewhat distractedly, which wasn’t really anything out of the ordinary for her. In exchange for tips on how best to turn his thumb from brown to green and several of her less mainstream products, her client had provided her with a phone. An actual phone that worked! 

Well, for very basic purposes, anyway. Which, in reality was all she’d really need it for. The vast majority of the things she did wouldn’t be something found through Google, and she really didn’t have anyone to send photos to, anyway. 

Normally, a quiet table in the back of the establishment was her haunt, somewhere that she didn’t get noticed easily, if at all, but as distracted as she was, she didn’t realize she’d found the bar until her belly found the back of one of the barstools. Blinking somewhat owlishly, she pulled the stool out and slid into it, sighing somewhat heavily before shoving the phone she’d been staring at into her pocket. 

Waiting patiently for Mac to notice that she was there, she crossed her arms under her body, and leaned up on the bartop a little. Her time with the client had been productive, if patience testing, and she was really looking forward to a pint. 

@macanallyspub

[mcanallyspub]

It was a busy night, though you’d never know it looking at Mac. He always moved with a slow and steady almost-grace that could have been mistaken as slow if you weren’t paying attention. Seeing Liv, he rose a brow and of course said nothing. She never sat at the bar.

Without a word, he slid her a bottle of his brew, having popped the cap (without a bottle opener) and then leaned on the bar, expectantly awaiting either her order... her to vent, or her to say ‘thank you’ so he could tend to another customer.

[mcanallyspub]

@studiocitypsychic

Orchid sighed in relief as she entered Mac’s. There really was no place like home. She removed her coat and hung it up on the coat rack by the door. She headed straight for the bar, and offered Mac a huge grin as she sat down on the stool.

“Hey, Mac, hows it going?” She looked around in her seat, noting that there weren’t a ton of other patrons. Maybe that was just how all Monday nights were. “Kinda empty tonight, huh?”

Mac moved down the bar to refill some water before returning to Orchid, and shrugging at her question. Things were how they always were. And how they’d always be. When she commented on the emptiness, iced eyes took in the scenery, and gave a grunt. It’d pick up for the dinner crowd.

[xenawarricrprincess]

              ❝You CAN’T be serious.❞

[mcanallyspub]

Mac grunted briefly. He was serious. He served the best beer and steak in town. She could pay if she wanted. Or she could leave.