Come What May, a crossover rp #2

(game post)

Mac was wishing he could do one of those song dedication things, but that only worked with singers and solo performers and stuff like that. But he still felt like he was playing to her and having their eyes locked with each other sent tingles down his spine. If he had been able to, he'd have come down and got it on with her right then and there.
 
Stella sent him a wicked little smirk, She was going to do all kinds of things to him when she got him home. She smiled, he was amazing, in every way.

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Danny yawned as he went down the hallway, and ran into Flack, "Don"
 
Mac caught the smirk and returned it, letting her know he was of the same mindset and happy about it. He didn't know how she made his heart pound the way she did, but he loved it.
 
(..I think I converted Lynn to slash in some spots. :D Evidence is just too great. <insert evil laugh here>)

Flack looked up from the notes he had in his hands, looking to Danny with a smirk. "Dan."
 
Stella smiled as she saw him smirk back, she was very glad that he understood her, She loved that about him, how he always knows.

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{Its all your fault, I hope you know that}

Danny smirked at him, and chuckled, "So how many calls this week?" He raised his eyebrow at him.
 
Although as the first set finished, he was wondering why he felt slightly short of breath. Nothing else abnormal at the moment, really, other than a bit of sweating, but he always got that under the lights. He knew he'd have to get checked out later, though, and made a note as he relaxed between sets.

(what's gonna happen? lol...if you don't know by now, you'll learn i'm always one to throw curveballs and unexpected angst into games
 
(Yes, yes I do, Lynn)

Flack raised a brow. "Calls? What type of calls?" he asked. "If ya mean court, then two. Work, somewhere north of fifteen. Stalkers, none as of yet."

(..Looks like the beginning of a heart attack maybe. Or a light stroke.)
 
{I agree with Lauren}

Stella watched him, and started to get up to find out what was going on, She got closer to the stage.

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Danny snapped his fingers, "Damn!" He lost the bet, He figured Flack had a least one stalker, He was going to kill Hawkes for this.
 
(darn can't keep it from you lol. I love being the angst writer but put me on the recieving end and my pitchfork comes out lol) Anyhow I think I should go to bed before I'm sluggish at work again...not good)
 
(.. My Dad had a stroke not too long ago, and he had similar symptoms to that. Drawed connections, I suppose. Dad's only fifty, as well, so given Mac's general age... *random hand movements* Stroke or heart attack.)

"None that have called me repeatedly, anyways," Flack said with a light shrug. "Could be anyone that had called me today or came by to talk. Why?" He was curious as to why Danny had given that reaction.
 
{I'm sorry honey, *hugs* }

Danny looked at him, and put a hand to his chest, "Why Don, I love you man" He smiled at him. Well, he wasn't lying.
 
( :D He's okay. Still stubborn as a bull. )

Flack chuckled a bit, wrapping a friendly arm around Danny's shoulders and led the other down the hall. "Love ya too, Danny," he replied. "Are ya done with work yet?"
 
Flack nodded. "Yeh, just going over my notes for court, that's all. Best to be prepared, because in some instances, they don't even let ya look at your notebook. Stupid lawyers," he said with a sigh.
 
Mac set his bass down for a moment and took a drink of water. He hoped he'd get better fast, but it seemed the opposite, as he had telltale pain now and his chest felt tight. He wanted to talk to Stella and he knew he was attracting attention by now. As his breathing got a little heavier, he was caught off guard by lightheadedness and then darkness.
 
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