Yet again another Blues Brothers fanfic. XD

However, this one is a bit of a change. This one isn't about Jake or Elwood or Buster...it's about Mack. Mack McTeer is also known as the actor who portrays him (John Goodman) as a soulful bartender who joins Elwood in Blues Brothers 2000. However, this fic is a bit before Blues Brothers 2000 in which Mack meets the supposed girl of his dreams.

However before this fic begins I would like to include one thing: the girl he meets is NOT A MARY SUE. So please no bashes or flames. Thanks.

Enjoy and Seasons Screamings ^^

Mack McTeer belongs to John Goodman/Universal

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Chapter 1: Slow Night, Fast Beat.

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Mack McTeer was a lonely man.

Despite the fact that he worked in a strip bar and could practically choose any woman he wanted (whether it be out of intercourse, lust, or actual love) he wasn't one for girls who danced in the partial nude despite the fact that he did believe they were attractive. He did believe they were beautiful, not just by their slender figures but by who they were considering he knew them a bit.

Aside from this, the strippers weren't his type even though he always helped them with anyone who tried to harm them or anything of the sort. If anything he thought of them more as co-workers in thongs and tassels who he shared an office with. Mack regarded the fact that these women weren't whores but rather chose the job to be a stripper whether it was part-time so they could earn some cash or just to show it off. It was their decision to pick up this job for their own reasons to which he did not blame them for.

Mack wanted a straight, solid girl. Maybe slightly conservative but sexy as well if she knew how to flaunt it. She didn't have to be a celebrity knock out but pretty but not so much that she would remind him of the ex-girlfriends he had in his life because that would just be too creepy. She didn't have to be perfect ('of course no one is perfect', he thought as he cleaned a glass. He knew that perfection wasn't obtained by anyone or born with anyone and never could be as he knew this from his own epxerience.) She would bear the scent of roses or something pleasant or whatever it is that girls wear as long as he wasn't allergic or could tolerate it. Her eyes would glisten like the stars in the Heavens as she would bear a smile of-

"Yeah, can I get a Budd Weiser?"

DAMNIT!

His thoughts of the perfect girl were broken by the pimp before him who sickened him in a way with the scent of cheap cologne and some bling. His eyes were hidden behind a pair of shades trimmed in a deep violet that accented his black hair and peach complexion. Mack really wasn't paying attention to the guy's clothing as he handed him the drink as he watched the man disappear into a crowd of girls who looked if anything, fake. Biting his tongue, Mack figured it would be best not to say anything, and not cause any trouble considering he didn't want any.

Sighing heavily, Mack figured he would have to dress like an idiot to ever get a girl but then again why would he want a fake girl? He wanted a girl who was true to herself, features and all. She didn't have to be a movie star or popular but she had to love him as he would her. He would do everything for her. He would buy her roses every day and whatever else he could afford that he knew she would enjoy. He would revolve his whole life around her but not in the way of an obsessive stalker but rather as a man deeply in love.

And that's when she came in through the door.

At first Mack didn't notice her as he cleaned the bar, tonight was a slightly slow night but nonetheless the girls resumed their sensual show of sexuality. He could hear the sultry music twist and writhe with their moves as men wolf whistled and cat called to them as he watched them from the corner of his eye. If anything were to happen to any of the girls, Willie would kill him. Even though the girls knew how to handle themselves there were a few who didn't know how to give a right hook or didn't have the strength to do so; that's when Mack would come in and knock the guy to the floor, causing him to flee from adultery and out of the club.

"Um, excuse me, I'm looking for a man named Willie," a womanly spoke in a whisper that seemed to go unnoticed through the roars of men and notes of sex as Mack seemed to be the only man in the room to hear the shy tone. Looking up, he expected it to be a random delivery girl or someone as he had to restrain his jaw from hitting the newly cleaned bar no sooner he gazed upon the woman's form.

It was her.

The girl he had been fantasizing about.