Addison Britton

“What the hell is in this?”

“Just... take another bite. I don’t think you got a good one the first time.”

“Every chance I get and the man staring back is always gorgeous,” Zach feigned over the top arrogance with the look on his face, a soft chuckle escaping. “I’ll buy you a drink if you admit your full of shit.”

“That is such a conceited answer. I hate that I kind of respect it though.” He almost had her, but she was never one to admit defeat first. “Oh hell no. I am not saying that because I am right. It’s fine, though. I can pay for own drinks.”

“A bit aggressive today, are we?” Jack teased as she grabbed a bottle from her wine fridge and two sizable glasses. “Did she pay you? At least leaving the kid with you was more responsible than taking the kid to the dick appointment.” 

“I’d apologize but I can be aggressive this one time.” She groaned, her hands out ready to grab the glass of wine. “Oh you better believe I am charging her double.”

While he was expecting her company, her abrupt entrance as she joined him at the bar caught him off guard. “Now that I and half the bar know that did you tell her that?”

“No, Julian, I totally kept my opinions to myself because that’s the thing I do,” she told him sarcastically. “Of course I told her that! I was upset! I wanna see you take care of a unknown kid and see how that goes for you.”

“Well I don’t work here, but let me get you that glass really quick.” He said turning his head and waving over to somewhere who worked there. “She needs a glass of chardonnay, in fact just leave the bottle.” He said sliding the guy his card. “That’s highly unprofessional, and just how does one think that’s okay.”

“Wow a whole bottle, I’ll keep you around,” she chuckled and thanked him. “It’s not okay, that’s what I’m saying! At least tell me the babysitter is coming to pick the kid up, but leave him with me at the office? I almost called cps.”

“Where do you think you are that I just have a bottle of that?” Rhett laughed, watching as she sat at his kitchen island. “I can get you a beer.” It was hard not to smile at how passionately angry she was. “Isn’t your job supposed to be how to help your client live their fullest lives. Who is to say she didn’t need dick to do that?”

“I don’t know, Rhett. I thought that after knowing me for so long you’d just have one at the ready but a beer will do.” She sighed and put her elbows up on the counter to hold her head up with her hands. “It is but come on! That’s just crossing a line. Yeah I have experience but I have things to do too and it wasn’t like the kid was an angel.”

Vienna: Hmmm...is that coming from someone who has lived the big city life before?

Vienna: I just spent one day in Chicago with my mom and it felt like I was running a part of the rat race. I think it's fairly certain to say I would not fair well living the big city life long term.