closed for: @macaulaymontgomery
where: sharky's
With a borrowed (stolen) steel champagne bucket from the bar, Mack had dumped out the icy sloshy contents of it before he tucked it under his arm. He has to focus for a second to find the rhythm against the clash of the music playing but after a few light taps on the end of the bucket, he knows he has it.
He tucks his menacing twig behind his ear and beneath his nefarious ginger bob wig for safe keeping, granting a brief stay on his weaponized evildoing with it for a momentary pause.
It's then that Aunt Gladys crosses genres and movies as he drums out the same sound that the thumpers made in Dune when calling forth a sandworm in the desert. His lipstick smudged paper white face maintained a strictly serious expression as he marches like a funeral procession drummer through the bar in search of his sandworm-ified sister.
