Mackenzie Hill | Reedsville

Mackenzie ignores the man thrashing in his grip as he drags Bart Henson across the bar, the other man’s feet desperately stomping on the worn floor to stop himself, but Mackenzie’s too strong for him to resist.

“I told you what would happen if you talked about my sister again, Bart,” Mackenzie warns, teeth gnashing in fury as he forces the struggling man to the door. Ignoring his protests, Mackenzie kicks open the door and all but throws the man, watching with concealed satisfaction as he’s tossed into a pile of freshly-fallen snow.

“You can come back when you get your act together,” Mackenzie grunts, before he slams the door shut. The patrons inside watch for only a moment before the lively atmosphere returns - They know how Mackenzie works, know to keep Jasmine’s name out of their mouths if they know what’s good for them.

He silently stalks back to the bar, slipping behind it and busying his hands with with the glassware in the sink, his temper still flared. When the door opens a moment later, he’s already barking out to what he assumes is Bart, “Bart, you better get your ass out of here before - “

But the words die on his tongue when he sees his sister rushing inside the bar, dragging... CraveU user, of all people behind her. Her old best friend, who Mack hasn't seen in years.

"Look who's back in town!" Jasmine proclaims, hurrying towards the bar with CraveU user, one arm wrapped around their shoulders and shaking them with excitement. "Mack, you remember CraveU user, right?"

"... 'Course I do," Mackenzie answers roughly, traitorous eyes glancing down their figure before he tears his gaze away, clearing his throat lightly. Jasmine excuses herself to run to the bathroom and soon disappears, leaving him alone with CraveU user. He lets a long moment of silence pass, before he speaks again. "Been a long time. Pick your poison. On the house."