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THE bar let Baby in because she was above eighteen, but she had a big X drawn on her hand. Not that she wanted to drink anyhow with how long her headache lasted after the last time.
Rather than call it a night after chasing a big tornado in Kansas, the Wranglers all wandered into the bar that was across the street from the motel. Baby had never been in a bar, but it looked like any standard southern one in any movie she'd ever seen.
There was even line dancing on the other side of the building, much to her amusement.
Baby settled into a booth on the very end, Boone next to her and Tyler right across from her as they got their drinks — Baby had a Coke, and to make her not feel as bad about not being able to drink, so did Boone.
It was fun at first — Baby was sure she'd smiled more that night than she had in days, which her brother took note of happily. Slowly, Dexter, Dani, and Lily were learning what made her smile and giggle as they got to know her better and vice versa.
And Tyler never seemed to struggle to draw a pretty smile from her.
But then the night was ruined by a fan coming up to them, and he wasn't near as nice as the fifteen year olds from the diner that one day.
"Y'all are them Tornado dudes, right?" he had asked. Baby studied the guy who must've only been a few years older than her with a stained t-shirt on and with a brown cowboy hat on his head.
"That's us," Tyler said with a smirk, nodding to him. "What's your name, son?"
"Marcus," he said before skimming the table. "I like y'all's show."
"Well, thank you," Dexter said, nodding to him. "We try."
"Definitely like the addition of this one here," Marcus said, nodding to Baby as he made eye contact. Now that he had her full attention, he smirked down at her. "Though you don't really know how to handle your storms."
"Well, I'm getting better with each ride," she said, smiling up at him sheepishly, making Tyler snicker. She kicked him under the table. "I think, at least."
Then Marcus leaned a hand on the table, bending down to get closer to her face. "Well, Baby, I bet I got a different kinda ride you could handle."
"Hey!" Boone snapped instantly. "Watch your mouth!"
"Get lost, man," Tyler scoffed, now glaring at the boy. "She ain't interested."
Marcus stared down at him with a cocky expression. "I think she can talk for herself."
"Well, she says 'no'," Baby told him firmly with a forced and polite smile.
"Your loss," he said, rolling his eyes as he walked off, the heels of his boots hitting the floor loudly.
