#elainecompsyn

Jaxon loved going to the bar after a long day of work. It had been a day of working from sun up to sun down, and he was more than ready for a cold drink and finding a skirt to chase. He'd swung by home, showered off quickly, dressed and headed out. His hands fussed with his dirty blonde hair as he drove his truck through the streets of Oxford. He swore that it never did what he wanted it to. But, whatever. He still got women, so what did it matter?

He pulled up and parked his ridiculously southern truck before tossing the door open and jumping out of the vehicle. After tossing the door shut, he turned to head towards Oxford Barr, stopping dead in his tracks when he saw a familiar red head pass him. It had been so many years; but he'd never forget that face (or that body).

"Elaine?" he called out to her, his southern accent dripping off the letters of her name. His trademark, dumbass grin came to his face as he trotted over to her and stepped right up beside her, "When the hell did you get back into town?" His grin only broadened as he gazed over at her, "You here ta stay this time?"