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Regina needs a break, a vacation, to get som...
How the hell did she guess that. I obviously have a shocked look on my face because Nova continues talking after a small giggle.
"Come on, girl I'm a bartender. People come to me for cheap therapy plus you have a tan line on your left ring finger that hasn't faded yet. Not to be all up in your shit or anything but what did he do?"
"Umm well he was bat shit crazy and I would tell you more, but it looks like my food is walking over here."
I say that as a sweet, handsome, muscular looking older man with dark brown and gray hair wearing a apron has walked out of the kitchen and seems to be walking toward us.
"Weel this order o' fish 'n' chips mist be fur ye ma'am, fur Nova 'ere cannae staun fish." The man said as he set the plate of food down. (Well this order of fish and chips must be for you ma'am, because Nova here can't stand cod.)
"This is Fergus. He said here's your food ma'am and that he knows its for you because he knows I can't stand fish". said Nova
Waving at Fergus as he walks back into the kitchen, I didn't feel I needed to let Nova know that I didn't need a translator. Currently I felt that you find out a lot more information when people think you can't understand them.
With a small grin I bite into my great smelling food. "What's so funny?" voiced Nova.
I swallow my mouth full of food, because it's just rude to talk that way. I smile and say, "It's nice to know that y'all signature dish is fish and french fries...oh wait fish and chips"
"But it's good though huh?" said Nova as she steals a 'chip'.
"Yes it's great. So I like talking to you and all, because you seem like a cool person, but are you going to get in trouble with the owner for chilling here with me? I mean I would feel so bad if I got you in trouble."
Nova just took a sip of her drink, gave me a big grin and said, "Oh don't worry I'm close friends with him."
We hear the door to the pub shut and a sexy, male Scottish accent comes from one of the handsomest men I've ever seen. The man walked over to stand behind Nova and said, "We better be mair than mukkers fur me tae pat that ring oan yer finger." (We better be more than friends for me to put that ring on your finger)
The Scot looks to stand about 6'4, lean muscular build, dark brown hair on his head and light facial. But what got me the most was his eyes, so intense and it didn't help matters that every time he would change the tilt of his head those eyes would change colors. They'd be blue one minute then green the next.
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Nova turns her head to look at him and says, "O' coorse we're mair than mukkers, ye muckle bahookie. (Of course we're more than friends, you big ass) Regina this is my reason for never going home to Vegas. My husband Desmond McCabe."
