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The inn, and particularly the restaurant, has become one of Mac's few, fairly frequent hangouts; at least when he can get inside. Particularly on days like today, when he needs space to spread out papers. This time it's the lab's budget. As much as he hates that part of his work, he's been spending hours looking through the budget, trying to find the necessary funds to keep the people Sinclair had sent pink slips to on the payroll.
At the moment he's not having much luck, which, combined with his being off-duty and one hell of a headache, is probably why there's a large glass of scotch sitting at the edge of the table.
At the moment he's not having much luck, which, combined with his being off-duty and one hell of a headache, is probably why there's a large glass of scotch sitting at the edge of the table.