finnsgirl1996: Thanks Jayy means a lot! 😀 Regina:What was it like growing up with Mac and Devon?
Mac: Hi Mac *blushes shyly* Thanks for the nice compliments. I would love a hug and some whiskey! What's your favorite food? Can you tell me the details of your hunting knife? I love hunting knives.

   Jayy: It was nice of you to come answer questions with us Reggie.
   
     Reggie: *smiles weakly and nods* it was fun growing up with them. Mac really never paid much attention to me as a kid. But he use to buy me Milkshakes when I was at the Luna Mesa. Devon took care of me growing up so I was always with him. The early teenage years were fun. Mac would come get me and Devon. He would take us to the canyons when his friends were having a party.

   Devon: I remember always having to lie to mom so we could sneak out.
  
   Mac: Ya were a bitch ta' take home when ye' was drunk though.

  Rick: Reggie passed out early. Every time.

    Walter: Hm. Glad to know you use to get along.

   *Everyone glares at Walter*

   Jayy: *Mutters* They still would if it wasn't for you.
  
   Mac: *puts hand over Jayys mouth* *whispers* Shut up. I ain't Savin' ya ass this time.
  
   Jayy: *whispers back* You say that every time but always save my ass against Walter. *Rolls eyes*

   Mac: *whispers* keep ye mouth shut. I will beat ye' ass raw.

    *Jayy and Mac keep arguing*

  Rick: Here they go. They've been like this all damn day.

  Devon: Why'd they start arguing anyway?

  Walter: I can't remember.

   Rick: Because Devon complimented her ass, now Macs pissed off. *points at Devon* Ya know better than to do that shit!

   Devon: *Rolls eyes*  *mumbles* whatever. *yells at Mac and Jayy* Hey! HEY!

   Mac: The fuck do ye' want bitch?

    Devon: You have a question.

   Mac: Alright. But me and ye' are talking after this. *narrows eyes*

   *Devon gulps loudly*

   Mac: Hey Darlin' Ye welcome  *hugs finnsgirl1996* My favorite food would have ta' be Fajitas but I'll eat anything. My knife? *hands it to her* it's a Elk Ridge. 4 1/8 inch blade. Got a gut hook tha' backside. Wood handle. Brass finger guard. Got my name on the side. It's red too.

   Rick: Alright that was it for today's question.

   Walter: Good Because I need to get back to the bar. I'll take Reggie home. *leaves with her*

   Devon: Guess I'll be going too.
  
   Mac: Not so fast college boy. We needa talk. *walks after Devon* Getcha ass back here! DEVON COME ER'!

   Jayy: *sighs* will you please go get Mac. He'll kill Devon

   Rick: Already on it. *jogs after them*

  Jayy: *yells out the door* ON SECOND THOUGHT NEVER MIND. DEVONS GROWN. LEAVE EM' BE!