#maeve 001.

[mackmontgomery]

closed for: @maevexallen

In a tragic twist of events, Mack had lost Chelsea in the crowd after he returned from the bathroom, though every cloud did in fact have a silver lining because in his search for her he had managed to find something just as endearing to him.

"Well, well, well m'lady."

Maeve was in fact not his lady and would never be -- her loud words, not his -- but God loves a trier and Mack was the embodiment of one as he tips his Woody cosplay hat to her.

"What are the odds that you and I would be in this club, on this night, at this exact second? Run those numbers and I'm pretty you'd get one plus one equals fate."

[macnallys]

where: the griffith who: @maevemacnelly​ & mac

"Hold on -- absolutely not. You still got at least a sip left in there before you can move onto the next,” Mac scolded his little sister, holding up the glass bottle that had no more than a splash of beer left in it. It had become somewhat of a regular ritual for the MacNally siblings, heading to whatever bar looked appealing on a random evening with plans to try and outdrink one another. More often than not Mac came out on top, though not for nothing. It was merely his size that made him better at holding his alcohol, having at least eighty pounds on the younger woman and three more years of ‘experience’. Other than him, though, one was hard pressed to find anyone else in town who could come out on top over her. “Don’t think you can get nothin’ by me, Maevie. Those drops add up and you know it -- especially on your skinny arse.”