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[doesntrush_sci]

Mac didn't want to go out, he didn't want to talk, he wanted to get back to work where he could lose himself in the tests and tasks that were required for his job. But what Mac wanted and what he did were often two very different things, and deep down he figured Alex needed an explanation.  He owed her at least a drink and maybe she could just

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[eamescommaalex]

Alex follows Mac to the corner booth in the back. She shrugs out of her coat as well. They sit in silence, each in their own thoughts. She thinks a drink would be good, for a lot of things. So she waits for the server to come over.

"A shot and a beer, whiskey," she specifies the shot.

[doesntrush_sci]

Mac keeps his eyes down on the table that they share, he wants the same but he also wants to go back to work. Going back to work pissed with whiskey on his breath is one easy way to get brass up his ass. Again. So he simply orders a club soda with lime. Maybe after some time to cool down he'll be able to trust himself with liquor. Maybe not.

The waitress goes and Mac keeps his hands together on the table, shoulders still hunched. Finally, since it's pointless to sit there and not talk he says: "I'm sorry." It's a good start.

[eamescommaalex]

"Why are you apologizing to me?" The server returns with their drinks. She takes the shot, and a sip of her beer. "I'm thinking that interview didn't go as you planned either."

[doesntrush_sci]

He doesn't know why, it just seems like the right thing to say to a woman when he couldn't come up with anything to say. His broad shoulders rose and fell with a shrug. "It didn't. I could have been more professional."