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Penny: You’re not allowed in unless you promise to behave.
Mac: Define behave. Like pants-on behave? Or just no setting the kitchen on fire behave?
Penny: Bare minimum, no fire.
Mac: Challenge accepted
Mac: If you’re wearing my shirt again, I don’t think I can stay respectable for long.
Penny: It’s laundry day so I resorted to one of yours (;
Mac: I’m already in the truck.
Mac: How dare you send me a picture of your amazing meal like that and not invite me?
Penny: You really want to be sitting here with Theo, Aspen, and Ellie?
Mac: I don’t hate their company
Penny: Well, Aspen was just telling us how her and Boone did the deed in his barn, would you like the details?
Mac: So they did it where we did? Nice
Mac: That barn sure does see a lot of action
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PENNY
Mac: Meet me at the bar, 6:30 p.m. sharp. Not a minute later, Penelope.
Penny: Do you realize how hard that is for me to show up on time?
Mac: Trust me when I say, you’re going to wanna try your hardest
Penny: This sounds… serious… I’ll give it my best shot but no promises
Perfect.
Six twenty-nine.
I made it on time. Honestly, I was a little impressed with myself. I was notoriously late for pretty much everything, but I wanted to at leasttry.
Still, I was a little out of breath as I reached the front door of The Tequila Cowboy.
A sign in Mac’s familiar scrawl was taped across the tinted window:
Bar Closed.
Come back tomorrow at opening.
Y’all will live.
— Management
I let out a soft scoff,shaking my head at the note before tugging on the handle. It didn’t budge. I pulled again, harder this time, but the door stayed locked.
Peering inside was useless. The damn windows were too dark to see through.
