yeah? Well, you should know.” A
slight lift of one brow accompanied her comment. She shrugged. “Besides, he’s
harmless. Who do you have here?”
Tex didn’t waste time on a third party
introduction. He flipped his hat off with a flourish and reached for her hand.
“Matthew Broussard, ma’am, and it is truly a pleasure to meet you, especially
you having such a lovely accent and all.”
Meagan laughed, putting things together.
“You’re Tex, Mitchell’s buddy from Beaumont! I’ve heard about you, but he sure
as heck left out the fact that you were so darn good looking. Blonde hair, blue
eyes, and dimpled, to boot…Good God all mighty, you must have to fight the
women off with a stick!”
Tex winked at Mitch. “A woman with
excellent tastes. I like this girl.”
Mitch felt Haley’s eyes on him and faced
her. He could only assume his features revealed the sheer terror he’d felt at the
sight of Tex towering over Meagan. Whatever she sensed had her stepping up to
nix her brother’s onslaught of pure Texas charm.
“Haley Broussard.” She extended her
hand. “I’m his sister,” she said, pointing at Tex.
“Nice to meet you both. What can I get
you guys? And darlin ’, if you’re ordering alcohol,
I’ll need to see some ID.”
“Gladly!” Haley whipped her driver’s
license from her pocket as though she’d been waiting all her life to do that
very thing.
Meagan studied it for a second before
her face lit up with anticipation. “We’ve got us a birthday girl!” she shouted
out to the bar patrons. “You know what that means don’t you?”
“First drink’s free!” about a dozen
people shouted.
Meagan climbed the ladder behind the
bar, bringing a large brass cowbell with her. She began clanging it loudly
until she had everyone’s attention. “Not only is it this young lady’s birthday,
but it’s her twenty-first birthday…and y’all know what that means don’t
you?”
About fifty people shouted in unison.
“Second drink’s free!”
“What number is that, Meagan?” a guy
shouted from the back.
One of the other workers handed Meagan a
small dry eraser board from behind the bar. She beamed as she erased the #99
from the board and wrote a big fat #100 then lifted it for all to see. The bar
filled with whistles, cheering and hoots.
“What does that mean?” Haley called to
Meagan over the din.
Meagan stood as tall as she could on the
ladder and quieted the crowd. “She wants to know what it means. Shall we tell
her? One…Two…Three…”
The entire club bellowed, “Free
shots…all night long!”
Mitch had to laugh at the sour face Tex
produced at the news. “Come on, bro! You know she’s earned it just for being
your sister for twenty-one years.”
“I don’t want her sick as a dog. She’s
got another race tomorrow.” He leaned over to address his sister, who was
listening to Meagan. “You haven’t forgotten about tomorrow, have you?”
She turned on her brother. “ Jeeze Matty , give me a little
credit, would you? Meagan was just telling me that I get a complimentary bottle
of my choice of whatever I want. I was just about to ask her if she’d hold it
for me until tomorrow night since we’ll be back then and I don’t have to race
on Sunday.”
“Absolutely! Just make sure you have a
designated driver with you. Red has a strict policy that no one leaves here
with keys if they’re too drunk to drive. We’ve got Big Man at the door to stop
them if they try to leave.” She indicated the huge bouncer they’d passed coming
in. “So, have you decided what you’ll be shooting tomorrow night?”
“Mm…how about Jagermeister ?”
Groans from the two men had her spinning around. “What’s wrong?”
Tex shivered in revulsion. “Bad drunk,
sis. Believe me, I know.”
“Okay then, Hot Damn!” This time
Meagan’s groan caught her attention.
“Even worse. Want my advice? Keep it
simple. You can’t go wrong with Crown, JD, or a good brand of tequila.
slight lift of one brow accompanied her comment. She shrugged. “Besides, he’s
harmless. Who do you have here?”
Tex didn’t waste time on a third party
introduction. He flipped his hat off with a flourish and reached for her hand.
“Matthew Broussard, ma’am, and it is truly a pleasure to meet you, especially
you having such a lovely accent and all.”
Meagan laughed, putting things together.
“You’re Tex, Mitchell’s buddy from Beaumont! I’ve heard about you, but he sure
as heck left out the fact that you were so darn good looking. Blonde hair, blue
eyes, and dimpled, to boot…Good God all mighty, you must have to fight the
women off with a stick!”
Tex winked at Mitch. “A woman with
excellent tastes. I like this girl.”
Mitch felt Haley’s eyes on him and faced
her. He could only assume his features revealed the sheer terror he’d felt at the
sight of Tex towering over Meagan. Whatever she sensed had her stepping up to
nix her brother’s onslaught of pure Texas charm.
“Haley Broussard.” She extended her
hand. “I’m his sister,” she said, pointing at Tex.
“Nice to meet you both. What can I get
you guys? And darlin ’, if you’re ordering alcohol,
I’ll need to see some ID.”
“Gladly!” Haley whipped her driver’s
license from her pocket as though she’d been waiting all her life to do that
very thing.
Meagan studied it for a second before
her face lit up with anticipation. “We’ve got us a birthday girl!” she shouted
out to the bar patrons. “You know what that means don’t you?”
“First drink’s free!” about a dozen
people shouted.
Meagan climbed the ladder behind the
bar, bringing a large brass cowbell with her. She began clanging it loudly
until she had everyone’s attention. “Not only is it this young lady’s birthday,
but it’s her twenty-first birthday…and y’all know what that means don’t
you?”
About fifty people shouted in unison.
“Second drink’s free!”
“What number is that, Meagan?” a guy
shouted from the back.
One of the other workers handed Meagan a
small dry eraser board from behind the bar. She beamed as she erased the #99
from the board and wrote a big fat #100 then lifted it for all to see. The bar
filled with whistles, cheering and hoots.
“What does that mean?” Haley called to
Meagan over the din.
Meagan stood as tall as she could on the
ladder and quieted the crowd. “She wants to know what it means. Shall we tell
her? One…Two…Three…”
The entire club bellowed, “Free
shots…all night long!”
Mitch had to laugh at the sour face Tex
produced at the news. “Come on, bro! You know she’s earned it just for being
your sister for twenty-one years.”
“I don’t want her sick as a dog. She’s
got another race tomorrow.” He leaned over to address his sister, who was
listening to Meagan. “You haven’t forgotten about tomorrow, have you?”
She turned on her brother. “ Jeeze Matty , give me a little
credit, would you? Meagan was just telling me that I get a complimentary bottle
of my choice of whatever I want. I was just about to ask her if she’d hold it
for me until tomorrow night since we’ll be back then and I don’t have to race
on Sunday.”
“Absolutely! Just make sure you have a
designated driver with you. Red has a strict policy that no one leaves here
with keys if they’re too drunk to drive. We’ve got Big Man at the door to stop
them if they try to leave.” She indicated the huge bouncer they’d passed coming
in. “So, have you decided what you’ll be shooting tomorrow night?”
“Mm…how about Jagermeister ?”
Groans from the two men had her spinning around. “What’s wrong?”
Tex shivered in revulsion. “Bad drunk,
sis. Believe me, I know.”
“Okay then, Hot Damn!” This time
Meagan’s groan caught her attention.
“Even worse. Want my advice? Keep it
simple. You can’t go wrong with Crown, JD, or a good brand of tequila.
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