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This week’s word prompt is “simple”. We’re back with Rhett and Morgan in “Thistle Tattoo”.
**Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.**
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“Did you get the fried pickles I sent to you? Meathead said he dropped them by, but I know the big guy. Sometimes his stomach overrules his brain.”
“He was a good boy. I got them.” Morgan glanced at Rhett and gave him a simple smile. “Marv, I’d like to introduce you to Rhett. Rhett, this is Marv.”
Marv offered his hand to Rhett. “It’s nice to meet you, man. I’ve heard so much about you.”
Rhett accepted it and shook it firmly. The action was cold and robotic. “Funny. I’ve hardly heard anything about you.” He pulled free from Rhett’s grip. “I’m heading to the can.”
Morgan watched Rhett as he stormed across the bar towards the neon green “restrooms” sign. She didn’t move until he disappeared down the hallway.
She felt her cheeks burn as she turned back to Marv. “I am so sorry for the way he’s acting. He’s been struggling since he left the service. It’s no excuse, though. He shouldn’t be that rude to you.”
Marv cocked a grin at him. “It’s fine, Morgan. I appreciate his service. I have a cousin going through the same thing that Rhett is and it’s hell. But I doubt Rhett’s demons are what’s prompting his actions. I only see a guy act like that if some asshole is making the moves on his girl.”
Morgan’s heart lodged in her throat. She tried to laugh his words away. “I think you’re mistaken. Rhett was engaged to Jessica Barnes. He’s not over her yet.”
“Jessica Barnes? Blonde, big tits, thinks she’s god’s gift to the planet?”
“That’s the one.”
Marv flipped up a glass off the bar and held it under a tap. His movements were music as he tugged the handle down to let the amber liquid flow. “I don’t sense that she’s the girl he wants to bang right now. I think his taste might run a little darker at the moment. I know mine do.”
Morgan was thankful for the dark tavern. Her face felt like it was on fire.
Marv slid the glass in front of her with a wink.
“Can you get him a ginger ale?” she asked with a squeak in her voice.
“Sure thing, hot stuff.” Marv sauntered to the back, leaving Morgan with her stampeding heart.