[Luck Harris]

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HOT DAMN, I'M ABOUT TO UNWIND

get these two left feet in a george strait line

Luck parked his truck in front of Tawny's apartment building. [break][break]

He was just pulling the phone from his pocket to text her that he'd arrived, when the door flung open in his periphery and he raised his eyes. She bounded down the steps and... at the sight of her... Luck rolled his head on his shoulders and groaned, fixing her with a deadpan stare. Seeing this, she froze in her step — halfway between his truck and her building — and straightened, mouth screwing tight while she tipped her head questioningly. After a moment (that felt remarkably like a Western-style shoot-out/stare-off), Luck smacked his lips, lifted his brow, and beckoned impatiently for her to "come on then". [break][break]

But Tawny gave the tiniest shake of her head, tipped her chin, and lifted her hands to swipe pointed fingers in a "smile" gesture as she mouthed: WHY. THE. FACE? Her hands fell to her hips and it was clear she had no intention of moving, so Luck scoffed and rolled down the passenger window to yell out at her. "I thought you said crop top and dukes!"[break][break]

It had been a mental task for him to pick out Bridget's outfit. He'd worried over it far more than he knew he needed to and, in the end, he'd decided to match whatever Tawny did. But apparently, she'd changed her mind. Rather than a crop top, she was wearing a short-sleeved, cream-colored t-shirt, tucked into blue-striped pants — full-length pants. [break][break]

Her shoulders fell and she rolled her eyes, then leaped forward and popped open the passenger door. "Yeah, well, I changed my mind," she answered flippantly, shoulders shrugging as she tossed her bags in the floorboard and climbed up. "This was just too cute!" Luck stared at her for a disbelieving moment, letting a small (accusing) silence linger, and when she offered nothing more, he huffed. "Okay, but I picked Bridg's —"[break][break]

Tawny tutted him to silence as she pulled down her visor mirror and dabbed at her make-up. "And if she absolutely fucking hates what you picked, I'm sure she's got back-ups ready to go!" She shot him a bright, cheery look and shrugged her shoulders again before turning her attention back to the mirror and adjusting the red handkerchief tied around her neck. When she continued, her tone was distantly distracted and completely unperturbed by his stare. "We gals keep our expectations low with these sorts of things. And we prepare."[break][break]

Luck blew out his cheeks and tapped at his steering wheel, wanting to argue just a moment more, but finally put his truck in gear and pulled from the curb. A couple blocks down the road, as she fiddled with the console dial to find her internet radio station, Tawny sucked in a sharp gasp. "Wait, stop!"[break][break]

He glanced sidelong at her wide, horrified eyes and watched as her face slowly scrunched into a wince. "I forgot your hat." His mouth split wide and the laugh that bubbled from his throat was more than pleased. His brow leaped. "Good!"[break][break]

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They made their way through the apartment complex to Bridget's door, Tawny setting a brisk pace that couldn't hide her excitement. She was practically prancing as she hummed a jaunty tune under her breath. Mostly to drown out Luck's quiet bitching behind her. She certainly wasn't entertaining any of it. But he continued anyway. [break][break]

At least he'd turned back for the hat. She thought maybe he wasn't going to, before she made a grab for the steering wheel and threatened to crash them. Still — she couldn't wait until he got a beer or two in him. He was antsy. Quietly nervous. As he tended to be at the beginning of any night out. She knew him well enough at this point to know he wasn't really phishing for a response or an actual argument. He was talking just to talk. He'd level once he got his head around the feel of things. [break][break]

"I'm only sayin'... if I'm going to end up carrying around your bag — like usual — I'd prefer it if you took something a little smaller. I don't want to be swinging around this damn half-ton tote. Why would you need all this anyw—" she glanced behind her, brow cocked, then abruptly paused to let him catch up — nearly running into her — so she could smack at the hand that was pulling open the mouth of her tote to peek inside. "Will you hush?"[break][break]

She lifted a hand to tug the knotted string of the hat around his neck from where it was trapped under a strap of the various bags he was carrying — she really had saddled him like a mule — and quirked her lips cheerfully before giving him a reassuring pat. "I'm not taking any bags with us. Most of this is... supplies for before and after." She grinned wide, making clear her insinuation as she pulled a pair of (rather large) bottles from the (fathomless) depths of the tote. She waved them on the air, brow wriggling daringly, and then turned to knock hard at the door she'd paused in front of. [break][break]

"LEPD, open up!" She shifted her weight on one hip, trying to look severe even as her lips curled with anticipation, ready to add (in a much more smarmy tone) when the door opened: "We received a call that someone wasn't having nearly enough fun tonight."

throw my card on the bar, shoot a pretty girl a wink[break]
all you gotta do is just give me that drink

Tag: Bridget Lacey [break]
Give me a nudge for any changes!

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[Bridget Lacey]

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Everybody knows, its gonna be one of those

I can drink to that all night

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They’d talked and planned and now, the night was finally here. Honky tonk sleepover night. Bridget thought about shutting Cheddar and Jack in her room, but they weren’t the type of cats that made a rush for the door, so she figured they’d be okay to be loose in the apartment, even when the three of them came back at the end of the night, more than likely sloshed. That was in Bridget’s plans, anyway. Not puke drunk, but drunk enough to feel it in the morning. [break][break]

To that end, she’d thought ahead. Stocked the fridge with water bottles, made sure she had Liquid IV packets for each of them for the night and morning, and got out extra pillows and blankets so they didn’t have to root around for them while they were drunk. [break][break]

Everything was ready, except for her. She’d made the deal that Luck could pick out what she was supposed to wear, though she wasn’t sure if he’d end up picking something or not - he hadn't seemed too enthusiastic about it, but maybe he’d come around. Lord help her if he’d let Tawny pick for him though. Bridget was much more concerned about what she’d end up wearing if Tawny was the one who was responsible for choosing. Either way, she had a couple backup options planned out in case she needed them. [break][break]

The only thing left to do was set up for the pregame. Bridget opened the cabinet above her sink and pulled down a couple bottles — whiskey and silver rum — and set them on the counter. She was grabbing shot glasses out of the cabinet when her door shook with the loud knocking from Tawny. [break][break]

Jack ran toward the bedroom at the noise, but Cheddar just stayed curled in her spot on the back of the couch. Bridget set down the shot glasses and walked toward the door, laughing as made her way across the room to the door. [break][break]

"It would be a damned shame if we weren’t having fun tonight." Bridget opened the door to let Luck and Tawny inside the apartment. As she looked over Tawny’s outfit, she tried not to laugh. "Cute tshirt." But the pants. Oh, the pants… It was like she’d pulled them straight out of a seventies movie. Then she had a horrifying thought, and looked at Luck. "That’s not a theme, right?" Let it be anything but those pants…

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Luck Harris & Tawny Vokes | let me know if you need more to work with

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[Luck Harris]

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HOT DAMN, I'M ABOUT TO UNWIND

get these two left feet in a george strait line

When the door opened, Tawny lifted the bottles in her hands, Luck lifted the six-pack of tall boys in one of his, and they both gave a synchronized leap of their brow and an enthused 'heyyy'. Then Tawny shimmied inside and Luck followed more subtly. He couldn't help but crack a grin at the horrified, almost pleading look Bridget turned to him after taking in Tawny's outfit. Then the smile quirked slyly and he arched a brow. "Oh what, not a fan of the train conductor look?" [break][break]

Tawny's mouth fell agape, her expression instantly (and exaggeratedly) offended, but then she dropped her chin to give herself a quick once-over... saw the connection... and clicked her teeth back together with an impassive tip to her head. Luck started a smug chuckle that abruptly stuck in his throat when she swiveled to stab a hard punch to his arm (clear liquid sloshing in the bottle still held in her fingers). [break][break]

She turned back to Bridget with a bright beam, tossed her arms around her in a hasty hug (bouncing on her toes), and Luck grinned at the pair. "But no. No theme. She deviated." As Tawny slipped from the quick embrace and started off down Bridget's hall, Luck took a hard right through the kitchen, amusement fixed in an easy countenance now. "Cat tax! Cat tax! Show me the kitties! Are they hiders?" [break][break]

The kitchen was small and opened to a dining area adjoined with the living room. Luck dropped the bags from his shoulders; slinging a couple across the back of a chair and nudging the rest out of the way against the wall. From his periphery, he saw Tawny still and heard her small intake of awed air — he glanced up to see her eyeing one of her spotted victims, curled up (perfectly unperturbed) on the back of a couch. "The famous cheese," she whispered weightily. "We will be best friends by night's end, you best bet, bucko."[break][break]

Giving the cat its space — for now — she rounded the corner and into the kitchen. "I know I said no tequila, but I brought a margarita mix I'm just hankerin' to try. You have a blender, right, Bridg? We picked up ice." Luck shimmied past her in the narrow space, mentioned bag of ice in one hand and his six-pack in the other. He dropped the ice on the floor to break it up, plopped the bag in Bridget's empty sink, then moved to the fridge to take a peek inside the freezer — checking if there was space for the ice when they left. Then he stuck his beer in the fridge. [break][break]

"Ohhoho, is this for before or after?" Tawny continued, eyeing the bottles and glasses already on the kitchen counter as she added her own to the mix. Her eyes brightened and she hopped on her feet, just once. "Maybe we can shotgun before we go! I think I'll do much better this time!"[break][break]

Luck couldn't stifle the snorting laugh as he moved again past her and returned to their bags, recalling her awful attempts at doing so during their camping trip. She'd ended up wearing most of it, groaning and whining while Luck laughed at her to 'just burp for fuck's sake!' He cocked his head in clear disapproval. "I was forgiving 'bout the waste of beer then, but I think no." A little quieter, he muttered. "Good Lord, this kitchen's gonna be a wreck by mornin'."[break][break]

Unzipping his own (single!) bag that he'd hung on the back of a chair, Luck pulled out a pair of peculiar cowboy boots that he'd purchased from eBay the same day they'd first texted about their plans. He was fairly certain they weren't Bridget's size, and he didn't expect for her to truly wear them, but forty dollars had seemed a small sum to drop for the bit. "Now, Bridg, I did warn you..." he spun around and found Bridget's gaze as he lifted them on the air, grin splitting wide.

throw my card on the bar, shoot a pretty girl a wink[break]
all you gotta do is just give me that drink

Tag: Bridget Lacey [break]
If I do too much at any point, or something doesn't jive with the set-up/details, don't hesitate to give me a nudge!

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[Bridget Lacey]

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Everybody knows, its gonna be one of those

I can drink to that all night

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Tawny came into the apartment like a force, Luck not far behind. Bridget closed the door after them and watched them move through the living room, trying to think if there was anything she’d forgotten to prep for the night. “No, I'm not.” Bridget answered, trying to hold in a laugh when Tawny hit Luck in the arm, and hoping that the smirk on his face didn’t mean that he was about to pull out a matching outfit for her. [break][break]

“Oh, thank god.” She looked at Tawny as she returned the hug brief. “No offense. You’re small and cute, you can pull off anything. Me, not so much.” She knew she was toeing a fine line, but at least she hadn't said short and cute. That would have been decidedly worse. [break][break]

Cheddar, always the chill one, just stretched a paw and repositioned himself slightly, unbothered by the attention. “Jack will probably warm up quickly, but he ran down the hall when someone banged on the door.” Bridget pointed down the hall that led to the bedrooms and bathroom. “You’ll probably end up with Cheddar laying on your face in the morning if you give him too much attention, just fair warning.” [break][break]

Bridget was glad that she generally kept a tidy fridge and freezer, and she’d thought about making sure they were extra tidy for the weekend. There was more than a small chance of take out or drinks that were hastily shoved into the fridge at the end of the night. More than likely she’d been trying to order something, or cook something — an unfortunate incident with a frozen pizza and the fire department coming out when she was in college popped into her mind — cooking certainly was the more unwise decision of the two. [break][break]

“Well, good news. I have both tequila and a blender.” She moved around into the crowded kitchen, and opened the cabinet above the sink to pull down the blender and the mentioned bottle of tequila, a little more than half full. “Should be enough in here, I’d bet.” She added the bottle and blender to the assortment that was collecting on the counter. “And I figure before and after, unless we’re too trashed to keep going when we get back.” [break][break]

Thankfully Luck shut down the idea of shotgunning. Bridget couldn’t imagine the mess that Tawny would make, hopefully contained in her kitchen, if she tried it again. No, that was something better left out in the woods, where she’d failed at it already. [break][break]

“Yeah, it’ll be fine though.” She smiled. “Any good time is bound to leave a bit of a mess behind.” She’d already planned on making Sunday a day to clean up anything that remained of their weekend debauchery. [break][break]

When Luck pulled out the roller skate boots, Bridget laughed. If they’d been the right size, she’d absolutely start the night in them, play into the bit as much as possible while she still had the coordination. “Those are hilarious, but there is no way I’m fittin’ into them.” She was certain that he already knew that, but she appreciated the dedication to the bit. “Woulda worn the hell outta those when I was a preteen, though.” She smirked, thinking about how cool a tween Bridget would have felt wearing those at the roller rink. “What’s the rest of the outfit?” She was more curious than anything now. [break][break]

“Oh, also, what do we want to do for food? Do we want to eat before we go, or did you already eat? I’ve got a bunch of snacks and stuff for later in the pantry.”

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[Tawny Vokes]

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get these two left feet in a george strait line

Tawny made sure to level a quick, jokingly-severe look at Bridget for the almost tease about her height; letting her know the ice there was thin and she hadn't missed the tentative toe out. Then, only a moment later, the stare brightened exaggeratedly and she lifted her shoulders. "Sure, okay, but at least you can fill out a pair of jeans!" She tipped her head and blew out her cheeks, then nodded sagely at the explanation (and warning... and gentle chide) about the residential felines. [break][break]

She, too, had a hider — well, her cat tended to be quite misanthropic in general — and she didn't doubt she'd see both cats thoroughly loved up by morning. What better way to wake up, anyway?[break][break]

Bridget joined them in the narrow kitchen space to further set them up and Tawny nodded her enthusiastic agreement when both pre-gaming and post-gaming were suggested. Realistically... she knew she wasn't one for a whole lot of stamina when it came to drinking... but... maybe this time she'd last. At the very least, she'd keep it going until she simply couldn't anymore. That was the plan.[break][break]

Bridget's additional comment — about good times inevitably leaving messes — earned an overlapping, almost-synchronized snort from her two companions. Responding almost right on top of one another, Luck let his brow leap with a quiet 'Oh, is that right?' and Tawny's gaze snapped to her with a smooth, well-practiced brow waggle. She bunched her shoulders and gave her best imitation of a comically-suggestive and growling 'mrrow-row-roww'.[break][break]

Could they both be a little dirty-minded? And, when put in the same room on a night charged with giddy anticipation and comfortable company, could they also be a little childish and unable to pass up the opportunity to comment? Yes, Tawny more openly than Luck (but she could be a bad influence), and yes — absolutely. [break][break]

When Luck procured the ridiculous roller-skate boots from his bag and Bridget laughed, Tawny busied herself with setting up the blender and snorted good-naturedly. Briefly, she wondered... if the boots had been a more amenable size... if they'd have been able to cajole her into them by night's end. Most likely, they'd end up spending their Saturday morning in an emergency room of sorts... with Bridget hobbling around in a boot for weeks after... but, worth it, maybe? And maybe, with a little tactful encouragement sprinkled over the course of a few more hang-outs, Tawny could convince the pair of them into a roller-rink outing for real. She smirked at the thought.[break][break]

Bridget inquired about "the rest" of Luck's outfit for her and then brought up the question of food. Luck was (very) quick to answer one in favor of the other. "I ate after work so I'll be good for at least a while. Drinking on an empty stomach is always a bit cheaper anyway, right?"[break][break]

"Eat after, then? If we're hungry and it's not too late?" Tawny shrugged, dragging her gaze between the two of them with her lips tucked in a searching frown. She wasn't too fussed herself and would probably be fine with snacking the rest of the night once they made it back. Like most drunk people, trashed Tawny loved raiding cupboards and making a mess of anything junky and sugary. Her eye darted about the kitchen, searching for any sign of cereal boxes, either on top of the fridge or tucked in some other convenient space. "And if we get hungry before we leave, we can split some apps there?" [break][break]

From the corner of her eye, Tawny could see Luck tip his head in a disapproving manner, brow raising dubiously while his eye darted across the floor and his jaw worked against a protest. No doubt, he was about to grumble about the "absurdity" that was bar prices and their food selection, and she felt her lips thin in preparation to shush and placate. For someone who'd spent years blowing paycheck after paycheck in countless dives (not to mention scarfing down awful gas-station meals between them), it was a wonder that he could be so stingy and picky now. [break][break]

She supposed people just got finicky in their old age.[break][break]

Or, she supposed it was more likely that his ex was to blame. What, with their ten-plus years of home-cooking, enjoying an actual kitchen together, traveling the world and evolving their palettes, and whatever. Still, it could be annoying. (Though, she could admit — the leftovers and lunches Luck had once brought to work, before the pair's split, had sometimes won an envious side-eye.)[break][break]

To his credit, and to Tawny's silent satisfaction, Luck seemed to think twice about his want to argue and mumbled an assent before turning to his bag to put away the roller-skates. His gaze passed over her as he did so and she thought she caught a flash of something considering (or conspiratorial) there, but she dismissed the look while she likewise turned to continue her margarita duty and begin scooping a "probably accurate" amount of ice into the blender. [break][break]

"Well, I only brought the skates. Told ya I couldn't be assed with anything else... so, it's really probably for the best," Luck mused, shoulders lifting in a non-committal shrug that couldn't have been more suspicious. And suddenly the brief look he'd given her made sense. He'd been debating if she'd allow him the fib — if she'd go along with him, let him back out, and pretend he hadn't brought anything for Bridget to consider.[break][break]

And really... he should have known her better than that.[break][break]

"Oh, bullshit," Tawny scoffed exaggeratedly, abandoning the blender to move quickly across the room and shoulder him aside. He started a protest but she was already digging through his bag and plucked out a collection of neatly-rolled shirts and folded jean shorts. Multiple? And a couple of belts, too? She smirked. Maybe he had had a tough time of it.[break][break]

She spun around, aware of Luck pinching his eyes shut, craning his head back, and smoothing a forefinger and thumb across his brow beside her as she held out the shirts in front of her, one-by-one, for Bridget's viewing. "Hey... okay... well, some of these are cute? Paired with a flannel... maybe...? None of them match any of these gaudy belts and I think you'll have trouble getting some of the cut-offs over your ass, but...?" She looked to Bridget, eyes bright and beam wide. [break][break]

Luck dropped his head, face slacked into something vaguely defeated (or apologetic?) as he wiped a hand down the length of it. "Listen... I tried. Tawny assured me you'd probably have some safety nets, so... and! And... if something don't fit, that ain't my fault," he lifted his brow and a finger, trying to stress his case. "She gave me sizes and women's clothes are insanely inconsistent."

throw my card on the bar, shoot a pretty girl a wink[break]
all you gotta do is just give me that drink

Tag: Bridget Lacey [break]
Here's a mess lmao, I'm sorry. ;v; Give me a nudge for any changes or if I need to break anything up! Also, some shirts for Bridget's consideration linked below (let's just pretend they're all like vaguely crop-toppy).[break][break]

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[Bridget Lacey]

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Everybody knows, its gonna be one of those

I can drink to that all night

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When she was a teenager, Bridget didn’t have the same appreciation for her own curves that she had as an adult. It was all getting dress-coded and told she needed to be more modest, even if she was wearing an identical outfit to a friend who wasn’t as full figured as she had been back then. Of course, her friend wouldn’t get the same comments. It had been a great source of frustration back in the day, but as a grown adult she realized it wasn’t as bad as she thought back then. “Yes, well, having a big ass finally came in handy for something.” [break][break]

When she’d made the statement about messes, she hadn't been thinking about it in any way other than literally. But by the comments and expressions from Luck and Tawny, she could feel a slight blush warm her cheeks. “I mean, yes.” She gave a cheeky grin. “Most of the time, anyway.” [break][break]

They settled on eating after, Bridget nodding in agreement with the other two. She noticed Tawny’s wandering gaze about the kitchen. “There’s plenty of snacks in the cabinet for whenever, before or when we get back, or the morning. I’m also absolutely down to split an order of cheese sticks or wings or something there if y'all want.” [break][break]

Finally, after only a mild amount of shenanigans, she set eyes on the clothes that Luck brought for her. She held back a laugh when she looked over the selection. Luck had really put thought into this, it seemed. She looked over the individual pieces. To be honest, she could see herself wearing almost any of the shirts that he’d picked out, but she quickly narrowed her choices between the black save a horse shirt, or the white cowboy killer shirt. Either of them could play off of Tawny’s shirt, which was a plus as well. She seriously considered the black shirt, but looking at the art on them, she felt the cowboy killer shirt was going to be more thematic of a choice. [break][break]

“Okay, this one.” She picked up the selected shirt, then looked at the shorts and belts. She barked out a quick laugh when Luck lamented the inconsistency of women’s sizing, almost certain looking at the shorts that none of them were, in fact, going to fit over her ass. “It’s okay, she was right. I’ve got a couple pairs of daisy dukes in my dresser that I need an excuse to wear anyway.” She picked up one of the belts, a buckle that looked like it would fit right in at a rodeo. Or a 4H club meeting… “I’m absolutely wearing this too, though.” She smirked and took off toward her room. “Be right back.” She called behind her. [break][break]

It didn’t take but a minute to find the pair of short shorts she was looking for and get changed, grabbing a flannel shirt to throw on with it, though she knew she’d probably end up shrugging it off once they started dancing later. Then she made her way to the guest room and grabbed two pairs of boots from the closet, a standard brown pair and a pink pair that would match more with the hats that Tawny had gotten them. [break][break]

Bridget took the boots back out to the living room and held them up. “Okay, which boots?” She asked, looking between the other two. “Also, let me know if I need any outfit adjustments.”

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Luck Harris & Tawny Vokes | Sorry for the wait. Let me know for changes!

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[Tawny Vokes]

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Tawny chortled in her throat at Bridget's answer to her enviable figure. Then her brow lifted skeptically. "Finally, huh? Never, ever come in handy before?" She hummed long and slow, obviously disbelieving, then let her small grin sharpen into something slightly more conniving. "I need to drag y'all out more." [break][break]

After some deliberation, Bridget settled on a shirt and belt. She agreed that none of the short-shorts were sized quite right and, though it was almost imperceptible, Tawny knew Luck well enough to note the pained embarrassment trying to conceal in the stiffening of his shoulders and the tiny screw to his mouth — as if he were fighting the urge to toss his head back with another groan and wipe of his face. Inwardly, she thrummed with ticked amusement. Outwardly, she clapped a hand encouragingly to one of his shoulder blades. [break][break]

Then Bridget took off down the hall to change, Luck swiped the rest of the clothes and belts back into hiding, and Tawny — observing but graciously not commenting on how he kept himself carefully angled from her, hiding his face — stepped back to her margarita-duty in the kitchen. As she finished making the drinks, he stepped around her to begin poking aimlessly through the overhead cupboards. [break][break]

Tawny pulled down three taller glasses to add among the shot glasses Bridget already had out and, as she began pouring the first, Luck stepped sidelong to pull one of them away. She leveled a severe, accusing look at him, he matched it, and — after a long moment of silent exchange — he gave the still-raised blender a nod. "None for me. That's heartburn in a cup." She rolled her eyes, began pouring the second, and he resumed his aimless search. "Besides, I thought I'd... take it easy, tonight. Drive us. Just have a couple beers. Maybe a couple more when we get back. Not be an idiot." [break][break]

Tawny lifted her brow and shook her head, watching the margarita fill the second glass with careful attention. "You are not driving. And you are not taking it easy." She responded, voice light but decidedly assertive. "You are going to let loose and dance and sing and wear a silly hat. And be very, very drunk. And very, very hungover tomorrow. Heartburn inevitable." [break][break]

Luck hummed, not sounding terribly convinced as he pulled down a half-empty bag of pecans to inspect. "Come on," Tawny continued, snatching a paper towel from a nearby roll to wipe up the side of blender and the bit of drink that'd spilled to the countertop. "It's going to be fun. We're all going to be stupid and it'll be so much more fun if you're stupid, too. We're all friends. If you end up facedown in some sidewalk planter, babbling about Derek Bentley or crying about George Gay or whatever, it'll be fine. We'll still like you. And I'll delete any video evidence accrued through the night after just one... maybe two... rewatches. Swearsies." [break][break]

Before he could argue more — or relent, like she knew he would — Bridget re-entered the living room from the hall and Tawny sidestepped out of the kitchen to get a good look at her, face brightening. "Hello! This place better have LEFD on stand-by!" She gave her a purposeful thrice-over, mouth pursed small with pretended-scrutiny (but quite obviously losing the fight to a wild grin). "Cause we're gonna be starting some fires! Hot, hot, hot!" She jabbed a thumb toward Luck, taking his intentional time in replacing whatever he had in his hands to the cupboards (no doubt hoping he would be excused from having to comment on whatever his gal-pals wore for the night). "We'll let the outfit coordinator choose the boots. As for... adjustments... maybe, some accessories? Where's your biggest, most flashiest earrings, huh? I'm thinking something hooped and obnoxious."[break][break]

Her eye trailed again to Bridget's exposed stomach and she pouted, wondering if it was too late to figure out how to tie her own shirt up. Cut her adorable pin-striped pants into something leggy instead. (Not that she had the legs for it.) Would it be worth sacrificing the cuteness of the ensemble? Her face cleared just as quick as she decided, no, and she snapped her gaze to Bridget's. "We should go get our belly buttons pierced!"[break][break]

Luck finally joined them to look between the boots (and, quite purposely, the boots only). When Tawny flit her sharp, imploring gaze from Bridget to him, he visibly bewildered. "Why are you looking at me? Ain't no way in absolute hell." She deflated with another roll of her eyes, which transformed into a sad, puppy-dog look as she brought her gaze back to Bridget. "I swear, he's no fun." Luck shook his head and pointed to the not-pink cowboy boots (a choice Tawny silently agreed with). "I'm closer to forty than thirty. Soon enough, I'll be too lazy to work out and then it's the beer gut for me. You know what a belly button piercing will look like on a beer gut?"[break][break]

Tawny lifted her brow, clearly unimpressed by the argument. "Like a belly button piercing on a beer gut. What's the big deal?" She turned back to the counter and pulled the third glass that Luck had set aside back to join the two filled with margaritas. "Like a popped tab on a soda can." She lifted her shoulders. "Still cuter than no piercing! And you'll sooner quit beer than let yourself get a beer gut. As ridiculous as that sounds." She filled the third glass with a generous amount of the whiskey Bridget had set aside, spun around to offer the glass to Luck and one of the margaritas to Bridget, then picked up her own glass. [break][break]

From smell alone, she could already tell she may have poured the tequila a little strong. But... when eyeballing and guessing... it was always better to err on the side of 'whatever fucks you up'. "Anyway, I'm dying to know... is this how you guys dressed for like... cowboy prom? You know, out there 'in the sticks'?" [break][break]

Luck looked down into the glass before him. Swished it with deep contemplation. Then he breathed a hard, deciding breath through his nose, tossed half of it back, and began a move toward Bridget's couch while pulling out his phone. "I'mma start looking for Ubers." [break][break]

Eyes unmoving from Bridget, Tawny's face visibly perked. She mouthed a silent 'yay', and then her brow scrunched again with intensity as she gasped a thoughtful breath. "Do you think you could braid my hair? I'm thinking two fishtail pigtails would be very cute. With and without the hat. And it'll keep everything nice and neat when things get crazy."

throw my card on the bar, shoot a pretty girl a wink[break]
all you gotta do is just give me that drink

Tag: Bridget Lacey [break]
Give me a nudge for tweaks/changes or if this is too much!

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