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"It will interact with your pain meds and possibly make you sick and cause the meds to not work, and also knock you out cold. Which," I say grinning, "might result in you getting molested in the manager's office."
 
"Oh, we can't have THAT now, can we?" I joke with a laugh. I smile and hold up my good hand. "I'll be a good girl and won't imbibe. Probably shouldn't anyways, just in case." I give a wink.
 
"Well you know that might get you molested in the manager's office while you're wide awake then." I say, grinning a sneaky grin.
 
"True," I say as I help you up. A few hours later Scott has flooded the kitchen and I lean on the bar across from you just shaking my head. "I swear he's retarded or has some head injury." I look at you and roll my eyes. "Has Riley said anything to you?" I inquire.
 
I shrug. "She asked me how my hand was doing and how I was holding up," I say, sipping my ginger ale. "Asked her how she's coping, and she shrugged and said she was doing okay, she was in therapy to get over the loss of the child." I shake my head. "Poor girl, I wish there was something I could do to help her."

Don comes over and pats my shoulder and asks how I'm holding up. "Well, I'm a cripple right now Don, how do you think I feel?" I ask. "I'm on a no sex ban, no alcohol ban, no getting into fights ban. . . Basically, if I like it, there's a ban. Except for eating, sleeping, and cuddling." I sigh and look at you and give a sly wink.
 
"So WHAT if I had three bowls of mac and cheese last night?" I ask, looking at you. "So what if I demolished the apple pie today, and two thirds of a double meat burrito with beans, pico de gallo, sour cream, and extra guacamole?" I think for a moment. "I think I demolished an entire bag of candy corn today too. . ."
 
I just shake my head in disbelief and look at Dan as if to ask whether he can believe this shit. "Don't think I won't work those extra pounds off her once those wraps come off and I'm able to."
 
I giggle and give you a naughty smile. "I was HUNGRY!!" I protest. "Did the doctor not say that these meds 'may cause excessive hunger'?" I ask. I rest my bad hand on the counter. "Besides, it's really funny when you didn't even realize I also demolished the gallon of milk in the fridge."
 
"He never said that, actually. And I own a bar. I'll pull milk from the back and take it home." I kiss your neck. "I want to demolish your body," I whisper. "Back to work," I say, returning to the kitchen, leaving you with Don who replaces me behind the bar.

"Reece," Don says, "He, uh...really loves you."
 
"He's just a hard guy to pin down. I've seen him go through a lot of girls over yhe years. It's not hard when you own a popular college bar, you know. I've never seen him like he is with you. I thought he and Riley would get married. And then divorced," he laughs. "You're great for him."
 
I smile. "Thanks, Don. That means a lot to me." I finish off my ginger ale and ask for a refill. "I can only imagine how many girls he's gone through, but I'm not going to judge him on that. That's the past, this is the present. And as long as he's happy," I give a sly grin, "I'm happy."
 
"Well, I won't get into that," he says with an amused grin. "But I can yell you he is very happy." He gives you another drink. "So is Scott, when he's not fucking shit up. He likes staring at your asd, you know."
 
"Oh, I know honey, believe me," I say with a laugh. "Well, fortunately, he ain't getting my ass at all, it's Reece's." I giggle. "He told Reece he thought I was 16 when I walked through that door."
 
Don rolls his eyes. "I'm sure that perv was hoping you were too." Don looks you uo and down. "But, uh....I get it. You're hot. Reece is lucky." He says, as he serves a drink to another girl across the bar.
 
"I honestly think it's the other way around," I admit. "I think I'm lucky to have Reece." I take a swig of my ginger ale.
 
"That is probably more accurate," I say with a smile. I take another sip. "Speaking of lucky, and food and such, can I get a 1/2 burger with Provolone?"
 
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