The plan had been made. Tim was to approach Lucy at a bar and ask her name, give her his and strike up a conversation.
Lucy sat at said bar, a little mad Tim was late. In walks Bradford wearing a Tux, looking somewhere between James Bond and a Groom. Smiles at Lucy, "this seat taken?"
Lucy shook her head, "No."
He sits down, "what's your poison?"
She smirks, "shot of Jameson, Neat.
As the bartender opens a new bottle and pours the shot, Tim says, "Leave the bottle"
Lucy smiles, "I'm impressed."
He nods and downs her shot, but pours her a new one, "Bradley Thomas. And You are?"
She pauses a moment, "Honey Rose."
He chuckles, "sounds like a stripper name."
She nods, "Actually I was one .. got fired for taking too many guys with deep pockets to The VIP room."
Tim smirks, "Well, Could I get in on that?"
Lucy shrugs, "how much we talking."
Tim pulls a stack of Hundreds out of his back pocket. He slips 2 bills to the bartender. "Money isn't an issue."
Lucy chuckles, "Well then, I'll take you to my place."
Tim, "I'll drive."
They head out to Tim's Truck, Lucy fiddles with the radio, and Tennessee Whiskey comes on, she starts singing it.
Tim let's her sing, circling the block until She realizes he doesn't know where to go.
"Turn left, half mile down, to the right. Sorry."
Bradford chuckles, "I never took you for a country fan."
Lucy smiles, "I just like that song."
They turn into the motel parking lot and Lucy pulls a room key out of her hand bag, "You ready?" She calls half way to the room already.
Tim nods, "Oh, Yes." He gets out and walks to door, swoops her up and carries her in bridal style before slamming the door and making sure to lock it.
