Spitfire

Suspicious Face, Familiar Car

Beau smiles seductively towards Spitfire, and Scott watched, intensely, 

He's always had this anger that a lot of people were scared of,

 he only needed an excuse to blow his top.

"What's your name?" Beau asked Spitfire, 

Spitfire simpers, 

very little and answers, "Spitfire." he says, wiping the counter off, swiping Muffin crumbs on the floor,

"Spitfire?... that's an unusual name for sure, come on,

what's your real name?" Beau asks, but in a curious way.

"Let's just say, 

it's very long and boring

Just call me Spitfire, Beau... 

call me Spitfire," he states, meeting eyes with him.

Scott glances at Beau then back to Spitfire, 

Jealously was also something that Scott grappled from, 

and he gritted his teeth,

trying to stay relaxed, 

Scott was staying cool, calm, and collected, 

but this beau was getting under his skin effortlessly.

Spitfire leaned on the counter, "Scotty, I'll be getting off work at noon, Maybe I can hit you up on heading to your place... hmmm, by ourselves?" he taunts, taking his hand and giving Scott a quick tap on the nose.

Scott begins to smile, "Of course." He smiles, leaning in to kiss Spitfire, 

Spitfire reached lips with Scott, but pulled away teasingly, "Not in public, my big strong, handsome man." He says softly, looking into Scott's baby blue eyes.

Beau watched, "I'm guessing you're a little bit more them just partners in the music industry." he chuckles.

Scott answers, with a heavy sigh, "You got that right, 

Spitfire is our secret weapon in the band and my baby in the heart." 

Beau agrees, 

he seriously had no idea that Spitfire and Scott 

had some sort of relationship, and if he knew, would he have trifled so aggressively towards young Spitfire?

Spitfire smiles, "It was nice meeting you, Beau" He grins, 

then sighs, turning to Scott again, 

"I gotta go, 

I have work to do in the back, 

Pick me up, Scotty,

at noon, ok?" 

Scott nods, "Yep, 

you can count on it." 

Beau answers, "Oh, it was nice meeting you also, Spitfire,

Very nice indeed." 

Scott rolls his eye, turning to look at Beau once repeatedly, 

"Maybe I'll see you around, 

I drive a 05' ford mustang that needs some fuel,

later don't you know." He says sneeringly.

Scott was proud of his car and bragged about it considerably often.

Beau listens and answers, "Well, there is only one gas station in town,

I'm guessing?... so I'll be there."