'cause it's all in the hands of a bitter, bitter man

[captainmcbadass]

Mack has beer, not coffee, despite what the icon may imply. He actually has a six pack that he intends to take back to Dhonal with him (whether or not this will turn out the way he's planned is another story, mind you). However; Mack is trying to figure out, since he's gathered that Sheppard sent a message to 'his family' to let someone know what

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[paintedfeather]

As if by some supernatural instinct, where beer is Chas is sure to follow. He couldn't smell it, oh no, but it's like the man has some sort of radar. Chalk it up to one of the mysteries of the universe. Regardless, Chas just happens to be wandering through the Nexus. Killing time as always, when what does he spot? Why, that does appear to be a Mack in the Nexus. It's only when he's already approaching the man that he notices the six pack. Bonus points.

"Howdy, stranger." Chas grins faintly, looking as he usually does - scruffy as hell, and in an all-around good mood. "How's it goin'?"

[paintedfeather]

"Good, good." Chas grins and he even sounds like he's grinning.

"'Cause if'n y'go and fuck it up and I have to redo it, I won't be s'damn gentle next time," He says in a mock-serious tone between mouthfuls of beer.

[captainmcbadass]

Mack coughs on his beer laughing.

[paintedfeather]

Chas chuckles. "Careful, man. If y'go an' die chokin' on beer I may jus' have t'tattoo somethin' on yer face."

Sage nod. Really.

[captainmcbadass]

"Hey, I died and came back once, what makes you think I'm not gonna be around to kick your ass afterwards?"

[paintedfeather]

"Well, shit," he laughs. "I ain't thought'a that. But I gots some tricks, believe you me."

[captainmcbadass]

"Yeah, I just bet you do." People like Chas who've made it this far without anyone actually putting them out of commission -- well, they tend to, in Mack's experience. "Tell you what, I won't die, you won't tattoo nothing on my face, and we'll never have to worry about it."

[paintedfeather]

Cue toothy grin, perhaps too mischievous for his own good. "Sounds like a plan, amigo. An' I'm gonna have t'hold y'to it." He nods solemnly and salutes with his mostly-empty can of beer.

[captainmcbadass]

"I don't think that's gonna be a problem." Somehow, you know. He kicks one foot up onto the relatively low table they're sitting at.

[paintedfeather]

"Well alright, then." Chas chuckles lightly. "S'other than all o' that death notice business, anythin' interestin' goin' on? I miss any good - oh, why th'fuck can't I ever remember the word..." It takes a second's pause and a drink of beer for it to come to mind. "I miss any good elohels?"

[captainmcbadass]

"Can't say as you did." Mack considers it, though, trying to think if there's anything he heard about.

[paintedfeather]

"Good, 'cause I'd jus' hate t'miss another opportunity t'humiliate m'self in public." Though his expression said the exact opposite.

[captainmcbadass]

Mack claps him on the shoulder. "I wouldn't worry about that, if I were you."

...Did we mention he's an asshole.

[paintedfeather]

Chas laughs. "Ah, I s'pose I'll be jus' fine s'long as I ain't gonna start singin' again." He's got his priorities straight, this boy.

Mr. Reyes here doesn't seem to mind.

[captainmcbadass]

"Singing? Do I want to know what the hell you're babbling about?"

[paintedfeather]

"Ain't gonna matter, 'cause I'll end up tellin' ya whether y'wanna hear it or not." Chas grins and chuckles.

"Couple'a days ago some fella comes wanderin' inta the Nexus, an' next thing I know s'goddamn musical." He sounds a lot more amused than his expression is letting on. "Got mostly through "Bury My Heart on Wounded Knee" before I realized th'hell was goin' on an' got the fuck outta Dodge."