with: open
location: downtown la
timeframe: evening of 8/8/2024
It had all been one big misunderstanding – or, maybe not really, but that’s what Morgan would claim, if anyone asked! He’d been at the bar near his ranch, with his two colleagues; ‘employees’ felt too weird of a term for him to call them, even if he technically *was* their boss, and paid them for the work that they did with the horses. But he’d treated them to a beer at the local bar, after a long and hard day at work. He’d casually been standing at the jukebox with them, putting dime after dime in, basically spamming the speakers with Shania Twain songs only, and laughing at how silly it was – the beer had gotten to him easily that day! Two bigger guys had come up, pushed them out of the way, and attempted to change the music – and it had caused the little devil on Morgan’s shoulder to speak louder than the angel, telling him to fight back. So, he’d snatched the bottles of beer out of their hands and let them fall to the floor, the glass shattering into pieces, and the liquid gold spilling everywhere. Now, he was running down the street, a car honking at him as he crossed the road, whilst laughing. His two colleagues were following suit, avoiding the cars, as they were being chased by the men. His long legs were dragging him across the concrete, and he was beginning to lose energy. He could sense that the two men were beginning to catch up with them, and that’s when his friends chose to instinctually split up, confusing the men, and giving Morgan a few more steps to get ahead of them. Reaching a busy road, Morgan looked both ways, cars continually crossing, when he spotted a taxi. He raised his arm, hauling it over, and within seconds, he’d climbed in, heavily breathing as he laughed to himself. “Quick! Follow that car!” He pointed ahead of him, and leaned back in his seat, looking out the back window to see the two men standing on the road, looking for him. Laughing out loud, Morgan turned to face forward, but when he did so, he realized that he wasn’t alone in the passenger seat. “There’s actually no car to follow, I’m sorry – I just always wanted to do that, y’know?” Swallowing hard, it started to sink in what the tall cowboy might have just done. “I’m sorry ‘bout ruining your trip. I’ll happily pay for it. Where are ya going, we’ll just tell the taxi driver to redirect.”
