lift up the receiver i'll make you a believer
"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 he's not exactly unfamiliar with that.
He doesn't actually greet Chas upon the phone being answered:
"Reyes. You're not fucking dead." Yes, because uh, apparently Mack forbids that. Just...so you know. For future reference.
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 he's not exactly unfamiliar with that.
He doesn't actually greet Chas upon the phone being answered:
"Reyes. You're not fucking dead." Yes, because uh, apparently Mack forbids that. Just...so you know. For future reference.