“I’ll never understand how you show up looking more radiant with each passing year, Bree Danvers. Honestly, you put the entire town to shame and I am captivated by you in this yellow!” Chesney was a couple drinks in at this point, her glasses of wine taking her further and further down the road toward drunk. She’d never been a sloppy drinker, always reserved and well-versed even with a good buzz going. She lifted the mostly empty wine glass in her hand to finish off the last little bit before setting it on an empty counter nearby. “Did I ever tell you that I told my mom I wanted a dress just like yours for my own debut? We weren’t even living here, we just came back every year because it was tradition or whatever, and I remember when they showed me pictures from yours. I asked for that dress all those years later and I was devastated when we checked eight dress stores and couldn’t find one even close.” 

“Look,” Deacon said, turning to face his partner with an outstretched hand. They’d been hanging out in a small group all night, an ebbing and flowing collection of Kennedy, Sadie, Chesney, Sydney and others. Right now, Deacon needed to have a conversation with Bree in private, though, so he was taking her out to the dance floor. “I’m not goin’ to ask again, Bree Danvers. Get out on the floor and dance with me, okay?” He nodded to his outstretched hand and raised a brow in her direction. “C’mon, let’s give these old bags somethin’ to talk about while we do a little talkin’ of our own.”

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“So, you see, Officer Danvers, I only ran the stop sign because I was totally convinced that the guy in the car ahead of me had stolen something from the gas station back there,” Lou offered up, giving Bree an innocent smile. Both of them knew Lou should’ve known the stop sign was there. It had been there for both of their lives and probably longer. The problem was that Lou had been completely caught up in the phone call she was having with her mother about her book club. Not that Lou cared about book club. She only was interested because the book they’d planned to read next month was about a boy and horse being stranded on an island, to which Lou couldn’t help but toss back question after question. “What do you say I buy you a drink at the Booze Barn and we just pretend this never happened?”

Greer snuck up behind Bree and poked her fingers into the woman’s sides, instantly trying to tickle her a little while she also attempted to scare the hell out of her. Somehow, after Bree and Austin’s failed relationship, Greer found herself drawn to the woman. She normally hated everyone her best friend dated, for good reason even if she wouldn’t understand it, and she was even more grateful for the friendship now that they’d gotten older. “Look at us, two bad little belles breaking the dress code,” she said, bumping her hip against Bree’s as she slid her arm around her shoulder. “You still pining over that friend of yours?”