Sep 10, 2024
@save-slot-c || X
"Are you kidding? I was starting to wonder if all you had in your closet was just flannel shirts of varying colors. This is a breath of fresh air!" She laughs again, a hand reaches up and a single finger taps Mack's hat. "Plus, the hat's cool."
"Ahh, you're pulling my leg here Mack." Faked pained expression. "But alright.. I'm not planning on getting fucked up though, if I wasn't working it'd be a different story-- but I just like working with a clear mind."
With that, her nimble hands get to work assembling a whiskey sour for Mack, and one for herself! Mack's is slid across the table. Yay, drinks!