#femmeslain

The ride was quiet, the evening sun filtering in through the tree tops and pressing against his windshield. It'd been a off day for her and he could tell. From the moment hed hung up with her that morning hed had it set in his mind hed distract her; even if it meant making a complete ass of himself or setting some jackass' truck on fire hed do it. Come to think of it there really wasn't much he wouldn't do for the blonde riding shot gun with him. Scarlett always seemed to be there even when he was a shit person (and that had been quite a few times) she never gave up on him; even when she should've. It's why in the bed of his truck he's got three coolers worth of her favorite foods and drinks, why he packed the softest blanket he owned and he was headed down the old forgotten dirt path to his favorite pond. Lips pulled into a lopsided grin as his pale eyes shift to look at her fondly, a hand departing from her warm thigh to turn up the radio.

It's a sharp jingle that announces the eldest Marshall's arrival, the rather large collection of Sunday goers and good ole timers toss a glance his way. Smiles are offered and some turn their noses up. It's flattery in both regards and he'll take it anyway, after all he isn't there for them. There in the back booth a halo of blonde hair can be seen and with a nod toward Tracy the hostess; Colton is making his way to the back booth. The air smelled of fried fish and whatever else Amos was burning back there, but even in all that he could smell the perfume she wore as he got closer. He'd made it on time and for that he was proud of; hed evaded any further issues at Gabes for the afternoon and had taken the night off. Aaron and Tyler could manage without a doubt; and Colton wanted to have dinner with his girlfriend without it being in his back office at the bar.

A cigarette hangs from his lips as his old Chevy bumps and dips along the dirt drive. The bouquet of flowers in his passenger silently ensuring the journey. Tyler glances at the clock before a smile stretches on his lips, smoke filtering out through his nose. He'd catch her just as she's about to head out for work; and what better time to catch her and hold her hostage for a few minutes than then? It wasn't like his brother could say anything about her tardiness, especially if it involved him. Colton wouldnt dare, just like he knew Tyler wouldn't dare make a remark at how fortunate it was that their little starlet stayed late after hours with him. The small house comes into view easily and even then he can still feel his pulse spike and stomach twist. What she did to him hed never understand, but he loved every second of it.