Who: Jax and Mac
Where: At the lodge, in Mac's room.
When: Sunday evening
Why: Jax has some words for her.
Rating: At least PG-13 for language, probably.
Jax had had one hell of a day. He was glad to be able to leave the Prissy murder behind him, that is if Sentinal would ever let it go. Jax didn't see what the big deal was, he'd been able to cover up the whole fiasco hadn't he? Of course it had been a big mistake on his part to let Jinx be alone at the Palace of all places, but things were ok now and it would never happen again. Sentinal was one of the few people who'd ever be able to reprimand Jax and get away with it. Jax knew that he'd been wrong, and done exactly what he'd lectured Sentinal not to do several weeks earlier. At least Prissy was dead, and the dead couldn't speak.
Jax had finally showered and thrown his bloodied clothes in the laundry. The lodge was oddly quiet for being as early as it was. A lot of people had turned in early since the major shift change had just occured for the border guards and various other Jackal members. Jax had been in his room sort of reading, but mostly just staring at, a novel with a title that he couldn't even remember. He slipped out of bed and paced the room a few times before glancing out the window and into the dark. He thought he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure heading towards the front door, but he wasn't totally sure. He sat on the bed and ran his hands over his face and through his hair. It was taking all that he had to keep things together here in Sundance and this Prissy incident had been too close for comfort.
Then there was Mac, who'd been missing for three days with no hide nor hair. He sat on his bed for a few more minutes before getting up and leaving his bedroom to get a glass of water. He walked to the kitchen with his mind wandering from problem to problem. He got a glass of water with no ice, the way he liked it, and made his way back towards his room. However, as he was on his way he noticed something that he hadn't noticed on his way to the kitchen: a light under Mac's door. Either someone was being an idiot and snooping in her room or she had returned.
He turned the knob and found it unlocked. He stepped inside, not bothering to knock. He could hear the shower running and saw that the bathroom door was half ajar. There was shirt on the floor outside of the door. He shut the bedroom door behind him and sat his glass down on the nearest nightstand before approaching the bathroom and pushing the door open with one extended finger. "Mac?"