lift up the receiver i'll make you a believer

[captainmcbadass]

"Goddamn."

Mack's barely taken in the scene in front of him before he has his pinpoint/cellphone in hand and flipped open, speed dial in a few button-presses. He waits while it rings, booted feet quiet as he moves through the bar, absently wondering who the hell is going to clean this shit up and -- jesus christ, that smells awful like death, and

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[paintedfeather]

Chas is dozed off on his sofa when his PINpoint/cell starts ringing, and it takes him a few rings before he can roll to his feet and stumble across the room to answer it.

He responds to Mack with a short, soft, sleepy bark-like laugh. "... Nnn, howdy, Mack. 'Sup?" He really has no idea what's going on. Mostly, he just hopes he doesn't accidentally wake up Threnody.

[captainmcbadass]

Aaaand Mack drops the fucking phone.

So like a whole minute of distantly-audible vicious soldier cursing later, and he picks the phone back up and he says, in this voice that's not shaking because Mack doesn't fucking shake (but his free hand is clenched so hard he's going to hurt himself or, maybe, the first person to walk into this bar): "There is a goddamn corpse in this goddamn bar with your goddamn face on it."

WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT.

[paintedfeather]

Winces, a little. "Whatchoo sayin' -- wait... corpse?" Chas freezes and nearly drops his own phone. "... I'm -- I mean, he's dead? Someone got 'im?" Chas, you should perhaps not sound so happy about that development.

He should also not feel the impulse to dance, but... there it is.

[captainmcbadass]

"Oh, fuck you."

..................MACK--

Oh, and he hung up.