closed for: @fionaosman
when: thadd + tallulah's birthday party
"Baby, tell me you didn't forget the guac." Mack interrogated the second she stepped into the kitchen where he had been getting another drink. The lack of green -- the dipping kind, the other kind he had sorted -- a prevalent topic in his twelve minute FaceTime tirade to her earlier that day which caught his live reaction to the banner he asked Tyson to hang sagging down from where it was fixed to the wall in a sad kamikaze swing toward the floor.
It wasn't about the chips and dips despite how he had explained that just salsa and sour cream was a form of heathenism he couldn't get with, mostly he was just worried that neither Thadd or Tallulah would have a good night and it would be on him.
Things seemed to be going well, but drinks were flowing and tunes were bumping so he could also be lulling himself into a false sense of security.
He doesn't know people do this as a profession.
"And if you did, lie to me about it."