<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d2/Tanner_Macklemore_Post_Pic.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tanner Macklemore<br/><strong>Location:</strong>In the Kitchen of His Apartment @<em>The Kensington</em><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jordan Macklemore, Miguel Bosque<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Missing Milk, Mechanical Messes & Miguel!<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>The Same Black & White Polo, Black Sweatpants & Thick Cotton Socks From Friday Night<br/><hr/><br/>"<strong>Okay! Who was the wiseguy or girl who left me with three teaspoons of milk?</strong>" Tanner called out from the kitchen as he shook the practically empty carton that he had pulled from the fridge with the initial intent of soaking down the cereal he had just poured into a bowl. "<strong>Come on! Fess up!</strong>" he continued to call out. "<strong>If you come forward now, I may just let you live,</strong>" he joked.<br/><br/>"<strong>Shhh,</strong>" Jordan was quick to reply as he came bounding into the room, lovingly poking his dad in the ribs once he was within range. "<strong>Mom's still in bed,</strong>" he informed his father, who had somehow managed to fall asleep, yet again, on the living room couch.<br/><br/>"<strong>Oh,</strong>" Tanner mouthed, in mock surprise, as he glanced in the general direction of their bedroom. "<strong>It was you, wasn't it?</strong>" he then whispered as he tugged on the stylish silk tie that hung from his suited son's neck. "<strong>Running late again?</strong>" he was then quick to question, a bit more sternly, as he glanced over at the digital clock on the microwave that clearly read 8:57am. "<strong>Shop isn't going to open itself, ya know.</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>Settle down, Time Lord,</strong>" Jordan jokingly replied as he dipped into the still ajar fridge and withdrew a bottle of orange juice. "<strong>Nick's already there, taking care of the cash office and, I might add, cleaning up whatever mess you and mom left behind from last night.</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>What's <em>that</em> suppose to mean?</strong>" Tanner incredulously balked as he nudged the door closed on the stainless steel appliance and proceeded to dispose of the milk carton, all before tending to the bowl of flakes that were going to end up back inside the cereal box they had just been liberated from.<br/><br/>"<strong>We both know how tech savvy the two of you are. To be honest, I'm kind of surprised that the security system still works.</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>Hey! I know what I'm doing!</strong>" Tanner objected as he approached his son. "<strong>I could probably even teach <em>you</em> a thing or two,</strong>" he continued as he placed his hands upon the sides of his son's freshly shaven face and then planted a fatherly peck upon his lips. "<strong>Have a good day, smart ass. Call if you need anything,</strong>" he added with a firm hug.<br/><br/>"<strong>Yes, sir. Whatever you say, sir,</strong>" the young man saluted as he pulled himself away and then proceeded to dash off toward the front door, grabbing his coat along the way. "<strong>Oh. Hey. Uh, dad, you've got company,</strong>" he called back, not a moment later, just as Tanner had begun to rummage around in the pantry, searching for a backup breakfast.<br/><br/>"<strong>Who is it?</strong>" he questioned, having not heard the buzzer or, more than likely, the knock at the door. "<strong>Jordan?</strong>" he called as he surfaced from the kitchen. "<strong>Who is it?</strong>" he asked again, only to find that his son was long gone and, instead, there was one Miguel Bosque standing in his front hall. "<strong>Oh! Hey! Long time, no see. Please, come on in!</strong>" he insisted with a wave of his hand and a smile upon his face. "<strong>I, uh, I was just about to make myself some breakfast...although, to be perfectly honest...I'm not exactly sure what that's going to be, seeing as we're out of milk...and bread...and, well, eggs.</strong>"