Extreme Ways

Who: Vivian. Marty. Fin. Mac. Eothian. Markus.
When: Nowish.

Rating: R for adult content. Maybe NC-17 for sexual talk about a horse.
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The bar was one of many at the hotel Marty owned. This one was simple in appearance just a normal down to earth bar and Vivian was sitting at one of the tables with two others. Well, technically one was sitting at the table. The other was stretched out on the floor, his ever present duffle bag under his head as a make shift pillow. And a stuffed toy cow lay in the crook of his arm as the other arm lay across his eyes while he gave the appearance of sleeping. The old man didn't snore unlike his older brother who at that point in time wasn't snoring seen as he was sitting opposite Vivian drinking straight Tequila. Her gaze was on him as he drank, more to the point it was wide eyed and she had her mouth slightly opened as she looked at him.

"What?" Mac arched an eyebrow at Vivian who had been starting at him slack jawed for the last few seconds. Mac was never one for much words unless something ticked him off and he would let loose with a stream f-bombs followed by more words than he was generally known for.

(  It wasn't the most shocking thing she had ever seen on a man but on Mac .... Pouring himself another drink into the shot glass Mac gave a rare chuckle. )