“Waves,” Rosita called then, and Nicole felt her eyes turn wide, “can we get another beer over here?”
The ray of sunshine that seemed to be Waverly immediately grabbed a bottle from the cooler and opened it with a flick of her wrist. She placed the bottle in front of Nicole and leaned onto Rosita’s shoulder. “What’s up, Rosie?” She wanted to know, and Nicole swore that her voice was the softest and cutest thing she had ever heard.
Rosita motioned towards the redhead. “This is Nicole,” she informed Waverly then, brown eyes twinkling, “Apparently she’s friends with your sister’s new boytoy,” she couldn’t hide her smirk, and her lips shimmered, “And uh, we know each other from, y’know, being queer and stuff.”
Waverly giggled. “Sure,” she replied, reaching a hand out and offering it to Nicole. “Waverly Earp.”
Initially not interested in joining her friends at a tiny bar for beers and pool, recently single Nicole Haught meets barmaid Waverly Earp and is immediately intrigued.
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08 Dec 2017