Who: Mac and Charlie and open to anyone else who notices Where: Jackal lodge: the Kitchen When: Week 15: Thursday around lunchtime What: Mac wake up frustrated and wants attention Rating: PG-13 because who knows what trouble she's going to get into? Progression: COMPLETE//Closed
Mac woke up, frustrated, again. “This is going to be a fun day.” She put on one of her fitted tees, a pair of jeans that had five inch rips on the outside seams, and a slightly baggy hoody. She tousled her hair a bit and applied some black mascara to her lashes. Putting on her black house shoes, she walked out of her room, looking down the hall to see that Jax had long since awakened and was probably doing some kind of preparation for the takeover of Sundance. Or maybe he’s out with that little princess, Sumi. Mac grumbled in further frustration. She hadn’t gotten any since Jax started catering to that little worthless twerp. Ever since they got to Sundance he suddenly became all about her! Sure they had shared a few romps, but she’d gone two whole weeks now and not even a freak’n quickie!
Mac hit the wall as she entered one of the main rooms. She spotted one of her men from the gang she had lead before joining up with Jax. He was sitting on the couch and was a bit startled by her angered entrance. Good. Her men knew better. They had all learned how to ‘read’ her and knew exactly when she was in a horrible mood and that usually meant for them to stay away or panic. A devious smirk spread across Mac’s lips as she looked at the wide eyed man. “Domingo, can I see you outside please?” Domingo gulped, but shook his head. “Yes sir.” All of her men knew better than to call her ma’am and knew better than to not obey when she told them to do something.
After thirty minutes or so, Mac was feeling a little bit better. She at least had a smile on her face from sitting and watching Domingo slowly bleed then burn to death. Of course Jax would hear of her “boredom” and have some words for her, but she didn’t care. She had some words for him too. And she looked forward, as she usually did, to their heated “discussion” and then hopefully an even more heated angry session in the sack. Those were always so much fun!
She walked into the kitchen to find, oh what was his name again? oh right, Charlie making himself at home with making lunch for the group. He really was a good cook and Mac couldn’t help but notice how much she liked watching him work around the kitchen, especially with his hands. She leaned over the island that was in the middle of the kitchen, bending right at her waist and propping up on her elbows so her back was slightly arched. She followed the chef with her icy blue eyes, knowing full well how she was positioned and that in order to do his job Charlie had to move around her because she was smack dab in the middle of his kitchen.
It was attention Mac was looking for and goddammit she was going to get it, one way or another.