Mac just tried to go out through the back door.

He made it two feet until he spun right back around and came back inside, hands clasped tight around his shoulders, eyes wide.

A few second later he's heading to the bar.

"Hey, magic bar thing. I don't suppose you could provide a man with something to keep the cold off?"

Oh hey, so it turns out that guy was right! If you have a Milliways napkin in your hand, you can find the door to the tavern pretty much anywhere you want it ( Read more... )

It was a perfectly good plan, really. You know, if Lorenzo hadn't shown up and completely blown their cover by being so darned recognizable. Mac tried to bluff their way out of it - and he would have managed, really, if the others had played along better, but they didn't have the sense they were born with, and then they had no excuse but to run.

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