07-15-2015, 01:33 AM
The man to Dean's other side, right next to friendly Joe, took a flaming shot. The swallow was followed by the hoot and hollerin' bellows of the bar crowd. Thumps drummed on the table in approval, meanwhile Jimmy didn't give the man the time of day. A secondary, no doubt, looking for some cheap thrills.
Jimmy's eyes remains snagged on the Prime, Dean, as Mary Lou retrieved her best 'pick me up' smile and her dilated irises curved around Dean's chiseled features and cleanly cut hair. The two exchanged a glance, perhaps to some of the lesser peddlers for her attention it spoke, 'meet me in the back' but there was nothing to be implied about the way she let her hair away as her shoulders dipped low to give him a good show. No winking was involved, but she had a particular glimmer in her eye that flashed every time her black lashes batted towards him.
A flattering compliment, Mary Lou assumed, though she didn't know who the Dukes were, or what quarantined hazard they were dealing with. "I like it too." She spoke with a steady, charming southern drawl as her eyes spoke of another thing she liked in the room.
Her sweet smile softened the hardy men's untamable flavor, while she worked on softening the room's newest and finest.
"Well, can I get you anything aside from that burger?" The tone in her sweet souther voice was more than welcoming as Jimmy's shaking busboy followed the man's pointed finger to the small, half-assed stack located beneath the wanted posters.
The room continued its lively bustle, matching pace to the classic western picked fiddle and finely keyed piano. Ruffling through the Omni News, the barboy found the classifieds, obituaries, and funnies all wrapped up in the same section. It was as though the writers and editors of the paper themselves had a sadistic sense of ironic humor. Perhaps it would be all the same to the man, is what the fumbling busboy thought as he set the wrinkled paper onto the glossed and stained wood.
Dean's pales eyes remained fixed on Mary Lou, while the busboy seemed rather envious, a fury started in the pit of his stomach as the boy thought the woman of his dreamed deserved a man with a bit more class. Curled hair remained flopping with her movements as she had pulled out her pages to write down the leather-jacketed man's cheeseburger request.
The boss's beckoning words didn't interrupt their little moment together and merely – meaning to or not – enhanced it. Jimmy offered with that classic southern hospitality and at the same time covered for the man with a valid-ish excuse. It was just about as valid as you could get in that sort of bloodied situation, "Mary, why don't you wash his jacket in the back. Looks like he got a little messy gutting out them camels. Din' ya son?"
Jimmy's eyes remains snagged on the Prime, Dean, as Mary Lou retrieved her best 'pick me up' smile and her dilated irises curved around Dean's chiseled features and cleanly cut hair. The two exchanged a glance, perhaps to some of the lesser peddlers for her attention it spoke, 'meet me in the back' but there was nothing to be implied about the way she let her hair away as her shoulders dipped low to give him a good show. No winking was involved, but she had a particular glimmer in her eye that flashed every time her black lashes batted towards him.
A flattering compliment, Mary Lou assumed, though she didn't know who the Dukes were, or what quarantined hazard they were dealing with. "I like it too." She spoke with a steady, charming southern drawl as her eyes spoke of another thing she liked in the room.
Her sweet smile softened the hardy men's untamable flavor, while she worked on softening the room's newest and finest.
"Well, can I get you anything aside from that burger?" The tone in her sweet souther voice was more than welcoming as Jimmy's shaking busboy followed the man's pointed finger to the small, half-assed stack located beneath the wanted posters.
The room continued its lively bustle, matching pace to the classic western picked fiddle and finely keyed piano. Ruffling through the Omni News, the barboy found the classifieds, obituaries, and funnies all wrapped up in the same section. It was as though the writers and editors of the paper themselves had a sadistic sense of ironic humor. Perhaps it would be all the same to the man, is what the fumbling busboy thought as he set the wrinkled paper onto the glossed and stained wood.
Dean's pales eyes remained fixed on Mary Lou, while the busboy seemed rather envious, a fury started in the pit of his stomach as the boy thought the woman of his dreamed deserved a man with a bit more class. Curled hair remained flopping with her movements as she had pulled out her pages to write down the leather-jacketed man's cheeseburger request.
The boss's beckoning words didn't interrupt their little moment together and merely – meaning to or not – enhanced it. Jimmy offered with that classic southern hospitality and at the same time covered for the man with a valid-ish excuse. It was just about as valid as you could get in that sort of bloodied situation, "Mary, why don't you wash his jacket in the back. Looks like he got a little messy gutting out them camels. Din' ya son?"
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