From: notonyourteam	Date: May 30th, 2011 12:34 am (UTC)		(Link)

Scowling slightly, Mackenzie put out her cigarette, this cooking thing was already not working out for her. No smoking? She knew there was a reason she had never bothered with learning. That and it wasn't like her mother was ever a kitchen person. Kia would cook once in a while but that was the way her sister was. Obsessively maternal.

"Shit, you're like the incredibly Italian Emeril, you know that?" She said, smirking at him. She had no idea if Emeril was actually Italian or not, but she knew he said BAM a lot. "Alright boss, capische! I think I can handle this." She took the sifter from Vinnie and began to sift flower into the bowl he provided her. It was strangely calming, she felt a lot more relaxed than usual.

"Uh...I've been hiding out in Hunter's room actually," She said quietly, continuing her flour therapy. "Tatum and I...got into a fight about Frankie the other day. I might have broken Frankie's nose."

	From: che_bel_viso	Date: May 30th, 2011 01:00 am (UTC)		(Link)

"I like to think of myself as the skinnier, nicer, prettier Mario Batali." The words came out with a smile as he zested the citrus into separate bowls. "Emeril's too commercial for me, I think."

Moving on to the next step of prep work, he listened as Mack spoke about what she had been up to recently. It was a good thing that he didn't need to really concentrate on what he was doing just yet because her words had him looking up at her with his mouth open and his eyes wide.

"You didn't." It didn't come out as surprised as he would have sounded had he not really known the girl. "Tesoro, you know that not every problem can be solved with your fists, right?" It was said somewhat jokingly. He didn't judge her for her way of doing things. Everyone had their own way of dealing with the things that life threw at them, and who was he to make those decisions for someone else. But at the same time...

"And what on earth is going on that you would do that to Frankie? I know you're Tatum's like, migliore amico but..." He let it trail off there, not really sure what he was asking.

	From: notonyourteam	Date: May 30th, 2011 02:00 am (UTC)		(Link)

She stopped sifting flower for a moment to look at him, "I did." She stated simply, shifting into a more comfortable position. She stared down at the shifted flower in the bowl, thinking.

Things definitely couldn't be solved with her fists all the time, or drinking, or snorting cocaine. She wasn't exactly sure how to solve them otherwise though, and that was really the problem here. It wasn't that she didn't trust Vinnie, he was one of the closer friends she had outside of Tatum and Hunter, but opening up to someone about Tatum was hard. She figured she would try though, Vinnie was pretty smart when it came to girls.

"Well...I might theoretically be in love with Tatum." She began, playing with the sifter nervously. "And I might have a little bit of hatred towards Frankie for obvious reasons. I provoked her a little bit and well she was a right bitch back. So I lost my temper and hit her." She finished, rubbing her nose subconsciously. "Theoretically, of course." She added, eyes snapping back up to examine Vinnie for a reaction.

"Then Tatum got really pissed at me, and I got defensive. Which resulted in her wanting to fight me, which I let her punch me a few times." She continued, not being able to stop the run away train. "I told her I hated Frankie and let her hit me around a bit. She got mad that I wouldn't hit her back, and then told me that...if I hated Frankie that I couldn't have her."

She traced her finger through some flour dust that had settled around the bowl. That was the part of the story she hated telling the most, it just broke her heart every time. "So I told her I only hated Frankie because I was in love with her. And then kissed her." She finished, going back to sifting the flower.