Her agreement slowly penetrated Lacie's rage. She stepped back and allowed Macy to rise to her feet. "Good!" she said smugly, going back to the table.
"Sure! I could use a little change myself!" Moudy replied. "Where to?"
The clerk's eyes widened. "Omigod! You're Jason Black-Wolff!" She looked at her coworker and announced, "He's mine!"
Benny Baker-Mack nodded towards the tattoo parlor. "Shelly'll take care of you," he said, leading Moudy away.
Jason was flattered. "So you follow the game?" he asked.
"Absolutely! Every game!" she told him. "Follow me!"
Shelly scoffed. "I've been doing this longer than you've been alive!" she told him.
He could believe it!
"You are going to look fabulous!" she told him.
Brenda bit her lip as stared at his leather-clad thighs. "Too bad," she murmured.
"You look hot," Brenda told him. "Rich, successful, and ready to mix and mingle!"
Jason chuckled, oddly charmed by Brenda's brusque manner.
Jason glanced towards Brenda.
Liz set the watering can aside on the table. "What?"
Liz rolled her eyes. "And? What's new?"
"Yeah, but, this time, he was actually flirting back."
Liz reared back. "What? Really?!" That wasn't like Jason at all. He had a deeply ingrained sense of honor. He wasn't a cheater.
"And that's not the worst part!" Moudy told his wife.
Jason smiled. "Well, get whatever you want. It's on me!" he told her charmingly, leading her inside. "I hear their lobster thermidor is delicious."
Brenda chuckled. "I happen to love peanut butter sandwiches!" she teased.
Jason grinned. "So? Tell me about yourself," he said, popping a sushi roll in his mouth.
"Oh, of course," Brenda teased, raising her foot beneath the table and stroking his leg. He jumped, bumping the table and making the dishes clatter. He glanced around again, thankful that they hadn't attracted any attention.
"Behave!" he told her.
Her eyes twinkled mischievously. "Yes, sir!" she replied saucily. "So? You were going to tell me all about yourself!" she said.
Brenda eyed his wedding ring. "And married," she noted.
Jason cleared his throat, floundering for a response. Usually he didn't even respond to the flirtations and offers from groupies and fans, he just let them slide off his back. If he'd acted on every single proposition he'd received, he'd probably be dead from exhaustion!
But something about Brenda was different. At least that's what one of his body parts was trying to convince him.
She grinned, tucking her phone number in his chest pocket. "Apparently not so much if you're out with me. Call me if you get lonely," she told him.
Macy's face fell. "Okay. Night Auntie Liz."
"OW!" Jason exclaimed, rubbing his shoulder. "What do you care who I go out with?" he asked tersely. "I'm not married to you!"
Jason shook his head. "I didn't... you know..." he trailed off. "It was just a dinner. It wasn't a date," he told her, the number in his pocket burning a hole through his chest.
*AN - DON'T DO IT, JASON! He in currently in the grips of a massive mid-life crisis. Spectacularly bad timing. He rolled the want to get a makeover, which led us to the salon. He heart-farted with Brenda, which led to a flirt-with-someone-other-than-Cheri-wish.
Incidentally, Moudy is also in the middle of a mid-life crisis. His first wish was to get a divorce - uh yeah, no. His second wish was to get a tattoo - yeah, that we can do! Lol.