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This week’s word prompt is “fight”. We’re back with Rhett and Morgan in “Thistle Tattoo”.
**Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.**
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A waitress slid a glass of bubbly amber liquid to Rhett. She set a bottle of beer in front of Morgan with a wink before hurrying to help another client.
Rhett took a sip from his tumbler then studied it. “Who is the guy you are interested in, then?”
Morgan took a drink of beer then glared at him. “That’s none of your business either.”
There was a long moment of silence between them as Rhett gazed at her. Then he winked. “I see. So Meathead then? I mean, how can you resist the big guy?”
Morgan nearly dropped her drink as she erupted in laughter. She slugged Rhett in the arm with her free hand. “I swear, Rhett. Better not flirt with me. He’ll come looking for a fight if he finds you messing with his girl.”
“I better watch out then.”
“Watch out for what?”
Morgan watched Rhett’s eyes widened. She knew hers did. She felt like a school kid getting busted. She tried to stifle her giggles as she turned on her stool towards Meathead. “Nothing, Bud. We’re just kidding around with each other. How’s your night going?”
“Great.” Meathead slapped a hand on Rhett’s shoulder. For the first time since the two men met, Rhett didn’t flinch. “Glad to see this guy. Bet you shoot a mean game of pool, Rhett.”
Rhett set his glass down then raised his hands in mock surrender. “It’s been awhile since I’ve played.”
“We’re going to eat first. After that, if Rhett won’t play, then I’ll be happy to hand your ass to you,” Morgan interjected.
Meathead tutted at her before he strode off. “You wish.”
Morgan waved down the waitress again. The girl beamed at them as she skidded to a stop. She reminded Morgan of Jessica from her younger years. Did Rhett think that too?
She sucked in a breath to redirect her thoughts before she spoke. “Can he get a menu? I want the cheddar bacon burger with fries.”
“Make that two,” Rhett added. “And a side of fried pickles.” He glanced at Morgan. “You are all the ones earlier.”
Morgan grinned at him. “Well, you didn’t ask.”