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This week we have a picture prompt. We’re back with Rhett and Morgan in “Thistle Tattoo”.
**Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.**
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The inside of the Tailpipe was dark, illuminated only by a few dim lamps and the neon beer signs that lined the walls. The bar itself was a deep chocolate brown, marred by the stains on sweating beer bottles and the nicks of the rough clientele that frequented the place. Morgan had seen more than one pocket knife gouged into it.
Marv never cared. He still slid a cold one to the offending party.
She huffed. That shit would never fly in her establishment. She sat down onto her favorite stool next to the pewter skull resting on the surface of the wood. Marv said he found it in a field while he was tending a herd of cattle. He thought it fit in with the decor of the business.
Each time she was there, Morgan rubbed it for good luck. Marv laughed at her but she didn’t care. She had a successful business and a warm home. It had to work.
That night she gave it an extra caress or two. Dealing with Rhett and all of his shit, she could use all the luck she could get.
Speaking of the devil, he plopped down on the seat next to her. He was still glaring at her. She gave him a smile in response. Maybe it would lighten him up a bit.
Nope. Nothing. The corners of his mouth didn’t even twitch. She spent a little too much time staring at them. She always wondered what it would be like to kiss him.
Biting back a sigh, she closed her eyes and looked away. It wasn’t going to happen, especially now that he hated her guts for no good reason.
Morgan’s eyes snapped open. She heard a very distinct, audible growl next to her. “Hey there, Marv.”