mack 📲 harris.
Mack: Wassup brotha Macks: Hows things? @callme-harris

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mack 📲 harris.
Mack: Wassup brotha Macks: Hows things? @callme-harris
closed for: @callme-harris
where: lost spirits, morning of the 29th
"Careful where you step," Sal advises Harris as he spots him about to step inside the store, most of the floor leading in littered with shards of glass that originated from the now smashed window pane of the storefront door.
With his hands on his hips, he looks around at his looted business space without a single notion of where the hell he should even start with cleaning up the chaos that had clearly occurred after nightfall.
"At least someone had a fucking party."
closed for: @callme-harris
"How do you think your cover is faring over at Oasis?" Bo asks the man to his left, thinking aloud. Harris' night off was well-deserved, but on one of the rowdiest nights of the year Bo couldn't help but wonder what hands his club was in.
closed for: @callme-harris
where: under the sea prom
With a wolf whistle that could be heard even over the music, Sal approaches his friend with a smile on his face at just seeing him there.
"Don't you scrub up well," He teases, well aware that both of their fathers would be less irked men if the pair of them opted for lines of work that saw them in suits every day rather than some form of trouble, "This whole thing is taking me right back."