#c;mack

Dude, I've been so tied up all night — whoever spread the word 'bout my supposed talent were a bit too good at their job. I've mixed at least twenty drinks by now, if I had to put a number to it. [With a laugh, she stirred her drink with her straw before holding it up to the light to get a better look.] This doesn't look good, does it? To drink or not to drink, that is the question.

[Pressing the home button hesitantly, her phone instantly woke up, the tweet still open as she'd left it on her drive over.] Mack? [Calling out at first, she heads over instantly once she spots the familiar silhouette.] Mack, no. No, no, no. [Stella leans down to put herself at his eye level, hesitantly raising a hand towards the bottle. Resisting the urge to give the scene a much needed once over, she keeps them trained on her friend as the corners of her lips tug downwards.] Mack, please. She couldn't — I couldn't talk her out of it then. I don't, I don't really know what I'm supposed to say this time either. Just, please?