#agent wiskey and you

[swiftisapunk]

pov: your life with Jack 🩵☁️

[absurdthirst]

Extra Pickles, Hold the Mayo {Agent Whiskey x F!Reader}

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Mentions of injuries, mentions of guns, fighting 

Writer Wednesday 9/15/21 @autumnleaves1991-blog​ & @clydesducktape​

He looks better than the first time he had come through the door of this dinner. Bruised and battered, one eye nearly swollen shut and his jaw stiff from what much have been one hell of a beating. 

Dressed as a cowboy in jeans, boots and a denim jacket, he had looked around the diner in obvious distaste, but it was the only thing opened in this tiny backwater town. Kept open 24/7 because that was the way things had always been and Miss Milly, the owner, didn’t like change. 

You like working the graveyard shift, even if it meant that you were running the place by yourself. Not that it took much when you and your stranger are the only ones in here nearly every night. 

“Hey Jack.” You had finally learned his name was Jack but that was only after you had spent hours tossing him nervous glances while he had hunched over a singular cup of coffee, looking like his entire world had ended. His name offered with the tiniest of smiles that was immediately followed up by a grimace when the cuts on his face gave him pain. That smile was only because you had plated up a slice of your delicious apple pie and had placed it in front of him while murmuring that it was on the house.

“Hey doll.” Jack still eyes the decor of the run down diner with distaste and you wonder if he has something against it personally. His cocky swagger is obviously something that he had natural, as much as part of him as the dimple that showed in one cheek when he graced you with a smile. Even if it was on the smug smirkish side. 

The way his sharp eyes roamed over the booths and empty chairs of the diner was more of a learned behavior. You had noticed very early on that his sharp eyes missed nothing, not even that first night when he had come in so beat up. It makes you wonder at his background. He had to come from somewhere, be missed by someone. 

He makes his way over to the red vinyl seats at the bar. The swiveling stool creaks slightly and he rolls his shoulders, sitting down with a sigh and nodding when you set a coffee cup down and fill it from the fresh pot you had just made, knowing it was nearly time for his arrival. 

Three months. It has been three months since Jack had shown up one night and has just kept coming back. 

You don’t know why he keeps coming back. He doesn’t talk much and you honestly don’t know where he is going once he leaves the dinner, but you find that you don’t mind the presence of another person in the restaurant while you go about your tasks. 

You set the coffee urn back on the burner and turn to give him an easy smile. “Extra pickles, hold the mayo?” You ask, making the corners of his mustache twitch as he tries to hold back a grin. 

“You got it, doll.” He picks up his coffee cup and takes a sip, a weary sigh coming out as he tries the strong brew. 

Going back into the kitchen, you drop the basket of fries that are already waiting and toss the burger patty on the grill. Every night since that first one he has ordered the same thing. Cheeseburger plate with extra pickles and no mayo. You hum along with the radio and season the patty as it sizzles on the flat top. 

There is a tinkle of the bell over the door. It makes you look out the window between the kitchen and the front counter. Another customer was unusual at this time of night. 

Another cowboy, younger and obviously on edge stands in the front of the door. Your eyes widen and your blood runs cold when you see the shotgun in his hands. 

Jack is turned towards him and you can see that his own back is tense, taunt beneath the denim jacket. 

“Finally tracked down the hole you crawled into, Jack.” The thick accent of the younger man was similar to Jack’s but the tone made the tiny hairs on the back of your neck stand up. It sounded like he was hunting the man you had seen every night for three months. 

“You could just pretend you didn’t, Tequila.” There is a heavy quality to Jack’s voice. Like he had been hoping that the other man would have never found him. 

“What kind of agent would I be if I didn't track you down? Agent Whiskey?” The man Jack had called Tequila asks, swinging the shotgun up on his shoulders. He stretches his neck out and raises his voice. “You can come on out now, real easy. Put your hands up too.” He calls out to you, making you flush hot and glance around for somewhere to hide. Like a scared rabbit looking for somewhere to go to ground. 

You whimper and the other man calls out again. “Come on out now and you won’t get hurt.” 

Putting your hands up, you make your way out of the back slowly. Jack is turned towards you and can see the small nod he gives you, trying to reassure you that everything would be okay. 

“I don’t know what is-” You slowly make your way forward, swallowing and trying not to tremble in fear. 

“Put the damn gun down, Tequila.” Jack growls, nodding towards you. “You’re scaring her and I’m not fighting’.” 

The other man chuckles and gives a small shake of his head. “Now I don’t know why I don’t exactly believe you, Whiskey.” He draws. “You see, they reported you were dead. And yet here you sit.” His brows lift high and he reaches up to flick his hat up off his head slightly. “Lookin’ mighty alive to me.” 

The next few moments happened in slow motion. Time itself literally slowed down and you watched as Jack reached for something out of his back pocket. You would have though it was a gun, but it wasn’t. It was.....a lasso?

Amazing how fast the man you has seen move with slow grace moves. The flicks of his wrist and the toss of a cable that there was no way the it would be able to fit in the back of those tight jeans. No that you had been looking when he walked out the door every day. Nope. Not at all. 

You scream when the lasso loops around the barrel of the shotgun, the tigger being squeezed and a loud shot ringing out across the dinner. The beads scattering and knocking napkin holders and stalk shakers off the bar. 

It makes you duck and cover your ears, squeezing your eyes shut as the shouts and sounds of fighting happens behind your very poor cover of a chair less than five feet from them. 

Someone grabs you and you scream, loudly and try to strike out at them. “Doll! Doll! It’s me! It’s Jack!” 

Your eyes wrench open and you see the warm brown eyes that you have gotten used to over the past three months. There is a hardness in them, a determination that you haven’t seen before and your eyes search around to find the other man on the floor. Unconscious or worse, you don’t know but you feel nauseous when you register the smell of the fries burning and the meat scorching on the flat top. 

“We need to get out of here.” His hand engulfs yours, making you look down at it dumbly as the only thing you can think of is that you never realized how large he was. 

“What- Jack, no, what’s going on?” You demand as he drags you to your feet. Your boring existence shattered in one night. This little episode will be enough to keep the town talking for months. Hell, you were surprised that no one had been talking about Jack’s arrival into town but you never saw him outside of this dinner in the middle of the night. 

“Come on.” His jaw clenches and his eyes keep sweeping the dinner as if he is expecting someone else to pop up. “I will explain later but we need to leave now. I’m sorry doll, I’ve got you mixed up in a heap of trouble, but I’ll fix it.” 

You have no idea what he is talking about as he pulls you out of the dinner and over to your car. No idea that the course of your entire life has just taken a dramatic turn. 

That there would be a fire that burns the dinner to the ground but suspiciously, no injuries report nor any bodies recovered from the rubble. Your disappearance would be covered up and dismissed but now your name is entered into a government database. You had just become a fugitive from a secret intelligence agency named Statesman. 

[todaysdocument]

“My husband is in the habit of buying a quart of wiskey every other day from a Chinese bootlegger . . . We need this money for household expenses. Will you please have his place raided?,” 9/22/1931

File Unit: Seattle Conspiracy (Olmstead) Investigation, 1931 - 1935

Series: Investigative Case Files, 1924 - 1933

Record Group 56: General Records of the Department of the Treasury, 1775 - 2005

Transcription:

El 0109 Tom Norton [handwritten upper left corner]

Possibly Mrs. Jack Hillyer 1921-3rd Air- Apa 406 [handwritten top of page]

Received Sep 23 1931 Bureau of Prohibiton Special Agents Seattle, Wash. [stamp]

Seattle, Wash.

Sept. 22, 1931

Dear Sir:

My husband is in the habit of buying a quart of wiskey [sic] every other day from a Chinese bootlegger named Chin Waugh living at 317- 16th near Alder Street.

We need this money for household expenses. Will you please have his place raided? He keeps a supply planted in the garden and a smaller quantity under the back steps for quick delivery. If you make the raid at 9:30 any morning you will be sure to get the goods and Chin also as he leaves the house at 10 o'clock and may clean up before he goes.

Thanking you in advance I remain yours truly,

Mrs. Hillyer

[arson-jellyfish69]

Able/076: Me, you, the corpses of your colleages, a bottle of wiskey and-

Agent [REDACTED]: The corpses of who !?

Able/076: Shut up I'm trying to be romantic here

Agent [REDACTED]: The corpses of WHO !?

[the-dreaming-angel]

Saving Bucky barnes chapter 7

bucky gently leaned over and kiss the top of your head. he says i know you don't remember them but they had you trained just like me the 9 words that brought out the killer in you. that turns those beautiful eyes solid black. you lean your head on his shoulder the unspoken im sorry bucky understands. he says i won't say anymore i don't want you to remember them for your own good ... it's better left in the past, i wish i could leave the memories behind as well... you softly say well mabey you should hold on to it then... bucky takes the book back to his room. later Jarvis asks if you and the Sargent want to order out with everyone else for dinner. bucky says he is up for pizza. you agree and order lots of pizza and eat and watch movies till you fall asleep on the couch watching movies with him. he gently scoops you up carries you back to your room and tucks you in he makes sure your wings are stretched out behind you so u can sleep well. You wake up later and go to the kitchen. You pour a glass of soda and take your night time meds. Hawkeye walks in he says debrief in 5 cap wants intel you say meeting him in the conference room? Hawkeye says yes. He says what happened with the hydra agent you lost it on the guy. You say yes i lost it i lost control when i thought he was going to hurt bucky. you take out the info you recovered and hand it to clint and say i won't be in debrief there is nothing to tell I'm going hunting.

you teleport from the kitchen to a bar and begin your hunt you easily pick your prey . you watch as humans stumble out you quickly grab one and pull him into the shadows with him pinned against the wall you sink your teeth into his throat and lose your self in the taste of the warm coppery wiskey flavored liquid. you quickly pulled away and erased the mans memory . as more people filed out you disappeared and moved to another bar not paying attention you were unaware you were being followed you were trying to drown the memories that had came back earlier that day of the man out side of your cage the hydra agent that had golden brown eyes . you had killed all of them u knew that but still you wanted to force the memories back down. the moons was out you wanted nothing but to let your wolf out to play you might even look for another wolf to mate with . you knew bucky was safe at home , so you were able to let your self relax slightly . you came to another bar and hid in the shadows and grabbed the first drunk human that staggered out and drained him . you smelled it then over the whiskey an alpha was close , the wolf inside you awakened so much so that your senses enhanced to the point you were able to tell even drunk you were being followed .

you followed the scent of the alpha into the bar , you were distracted as you heard your name called . you looked up to find him sitting at the bar he looked straight into your eyes the man out side of your cage you made your way over to him and go to grab him . he says "draga its not wise to provoke me". you reply who are you why do i see you in my dreams .." In seconds your outside pushed up against the wall he was holding you by your throat . he turns his head to show the scar "you dont remember this?" you whisper "your supposed to be dead, you were dead when i left you" ... zemo growls and his voice is full of Authority as he says tell me do i look dead to you omega ? "n- no s-sir you finally get out" he let's go of your throat and steps back he says " i couldn't breathe i kept spitting up blood , every thing went black when i woke up i was the only one alive. " you spoke bitterly "congrats your really are a monster now and dont just act like one " he says "your unmarked you have no mate or alpha"

you go to turn your back to him " i dont need one either". zemo pushes you against the wall again "careful draga i can be cruel ". you snarl as your wolf rages inside of you to be let out . zemo's eyes turn from golden brown to black . and he says sternly calm down and let me talk . you struggle and wine let me go . you watch as his fangs appear , he says in that tone again hold still or i will bite .

he leaned forward and said i know you want to bite me i can see it in your eyes omega ... he said "you should have made sure i was dead because either you become my omega or i will become your and james's handler again. i can control you with out those words . he changed his tone putting the authority into it " isn't that right omega " you couldn't help your self you responded "yes" he tilted your head back and teased you as he dragged his teeth across your throat . you let out a small whimper. he whispered in your ear you never went into a heat due to the fact you never had an alpha around you to awaken that part of you . you turned your eyes solid black and said get off of me before i make sure your dead this time . your never going to get bucky i don't need u as my alpha i don't want to ever see you again the only reason i found you tonight was because you were in my dreams . zemo smirked "i wasnt asking little omega your going to take me to james tonight you have no choice but to obey. you snarled and kicked him into the wall not controlling your strength due to being drunk you sent him flying through it. you teleported and appeared at the tower in your room you walked in the shower and turned it on full blast and started washing everything trying to get the scent off of you . you were so angry you let out a howl no matter how much you scrubbed you couldn't get rid of the smell and it worsened as you sobered up. it caused your brain to cloud up. you had to keep bucky safe it kept repeating in your mind . you curled up on the shower floor you looked at your skin it was red like a rash where he had touched you and you had a unfamiliar warmth in-between your legs. ..

[layanasstories]

Part 45

"Hold on officers!" I step in front of them to block their way "What are you doing with my partner? You better uncuff him right now!". Both officers are looking stunned "But.. uh... we had orders" one of them says. "I don't care about your damn orders. You want to explain to your corp you arrested an undercover interpol agent, that just got shot by the main target? No I don't think so!" I raised my voice to make myself more clear. "Those cuffs are off right now!" Both of them looked at each other but they took off the cuffs. "We are sorry ma'am, we didn't know". I looked at Jake while I grabbed my keys and handed to him "Here take the keys to the car, you go ahead" He took the keys without a word and walked away. Richy and Dan stood next to all of it and were speachless. When the officers walked away, they came over to me. "You're an agent? For real?" Richy blurred out. "Well I'll be damned! I really need a wiskey now" Dan laughed. "We are going to the Aurora later, meet you there? I asume Cleo, Lilly and Thomas are staying here until Hannah's parents arrive?" I ask them "Yes we called them when you were talking to the doctor, they are on their way. Let's meet at the Aurora" Dan said. After that I waved both guys goodbye and walked to the car.

Jake was sitting in the car waiting. He looked tired. "Hey" I said while getting behind the wheel "how is your shoulder?". "It's okay, they stitched it. Nothing serious, just a cut" he looked at me a bit nervous "did you talk to the doctor?". While driving off back to Duskwood and the Aurora I start talking "Yes, I have. Her body will recover fully. But mentally, that will take a lot of time. I guess she needs her family now more than ever. Including you Jake. She needs to know, she always have the protection of her big brother". He sighed "I am scared, I don't know if I can do it". "One step a time Jake. You don't have to meet them all right away. Lets take it easy okay. Maybe let Hannah heal first. And we can use a strong drink and a good night of sleep". "Yes, we really need that huh? Last night wasn't the best idea. Although you kept we warm" he smiles at me. The drive wasn't long. I parked the car next to my car. We both got out, and made our way to the Aurora. We saw Melanie sitting at the bar and Phil next to her. The bar wasn't open yet so it was empty. "Hey! You both look like a train run over you" Phil said. Melanie turned around in her seat as well "How is the girl?". "She will recover. But it will take time" I answer. "How did it go with the investigation?" I asked her "Good, they found the mask and his jacket. And some other things linking Ulric to the kidnapping. They are searching his home and office as we speak, they will inform me when they find something". "Good, you can take over from here on out. It's your case now. You got the scumbag. And with that you will get your job back." I answer "and when everything is over, I will resign." All three of them looked at me, confused.

[tiffdawg]

Hi! Are you still doing the FMK thing? I hope I'm not too late omg

I'm 5'6", leaning on the plus size due to which I'm either vvv confident about how I look or just feel the worst about myself at times (there really is no in between). I'm a high functioning procrastinator (if that makes sense) who is super organised and I try to sneak in as much of reading and playing video games into my schedule as I can. Romantically, I'm mostly into casual dating and banging it out but jfc when I fall for a person, I fall so hard and fast and I wear my heart on the sleeve and I think I act too fast, so that sucks.

I hope this is enough to go on? I don't wanna bore you with my autobiography. Thank you so much for doing this 😭😭😭 ilysm you're great ��

Jack Daniels + Soulmates

It was supposed to be a one night stand.

Agent Wiskey had flirted with you for months on end. Practically everytime he meandered down to Statesman’s R&D department where you worked on virtual mission simulation tech. You enjoyed the casual flirtations but knew you needed to maintain a professional relationship. Both for your job and for your heart.

It was supposed to be a one night stand.

But then it turned into two.

Then three.

By the fourth or fifth or sixth time (you’d honestly lost track), however, you knew you needed to put a stop to it. You’d only wanted something casual. You had an itch to scratch and Jack Daniels more than qualified for the job. But you were falling and falling fast.

Again.

You knew couldn’t stand another heartbreak. So, as you lied in bed next to him, still blissed out from a wild romp between the sheets, you decided to put a stop to it.

“I can’t do this anymore,” you said, unable to look up away from the ceiling.

“Did I do something wrong?” Jack asked, confusion lacing his voice. “Now, don’t think me presumptuous, but I thought you were enjoying yourself seeing as how you were screaming my name just now?”

“It’s not you—”

“I’m going to stop you right there, sugar. A man knows when he’s not wanted.” He stood and pulled on his perfectly fitted jeans. You allowed yourself one last chance to admire him, but all you could see was the pain marring his handsome features.

He dressed quickly and your heart sank deeper and deeper in your chest as started to leave. He paused in the threshold only to say, “I really thought we might’ve had something.”

Before you could think it through, you jumped out of bed, threw on a robe, and raced after him.

“Jack! Don’t leave me!” you called out the front door, not caring how insane you might’ve looked to your neighbors. He turned on his heel, a hopeful glint in his eyes. “I love you. I know it sounds crazy—”

“I love you too.”

“But I think we might actually have something— Wait... did you just say you love me?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied easily. You stared at him, a bit dumbfounded at his nonchalance. A wide grin broke out across his face as he took your hand and turned your palm up. “And would you look at that,” he mused out loud.

His name was appeared across your wrist in big bold letters. He pushed up his shirtsleeve and sure enough your name graced his in perfect cursive.

Jack Daniels was your soulmate.

Sometimes you can’t run from love. You have to chase after it with everything you’ve got.

[superactivenerdy]

BUT but hear me out...

harry didn't actually die that's great but then when eggsy helps him to remember he is surprised at first when eggsy hugs him because of the whole resenting thing, but then realizes that eggsy pitys him, and he actually believes that eggsy standing up to him infront of agent wiskey and champ because of that, what he doesn't realize is it is far from the truth, that eggsy is over the moon that harry is back, and just doesn't want harry out of his sight, afraid to lose him again

Forward to the ending after they save the world again, harry starts to avoid eggsy not wanting to see the pity in his eyes even thought it is love, a confrontation happens when eggsy seeks him out to be his bestman in his wedding, harry confused because eggsy resent him, and eggsy is sad because that was your last thought when you died.

So everything is cleared and they run away together to have their happily everafter along with daisy and eggsy's mum

HARTWIN HC THAT’LL BRING DEATH THREATS AT MY DOOR

Ok look. i love the truth serum HC where eggsy spills his not so secret lust and adoration for Harry Hart.  make no mistake, that boy worships the ground Hart walks on. but what if. what if before the confession he makes another confession where he admits that there was a point in time in his childhood when he was being beaten down by dean or when his mom was crying in the next room, he found himself to resent the man who came to his home near christmas all those years ago. that there was a point in time where he hated the man’s guts and wished that it was the wanker who died instead of his da. 

harry heard this confession. and this confession only. 

he left the room with merlin calling out his name. he never heard what came after the confession. he never heard that heavy sigh that Eggsy heaves and admitted that it was all back then. back before he had the proper frame of mind to think and appreciate and respect what his dad did. that after meeting harry and being here on Kingsman grounds, he doesnt feel a single negative thing for the man. he couldnt even if he tried. and yeah ok he does wanna ride the man like a rodeo but above all that, he respects harry and he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to Eggsy since Daisy came along. 

merlin couldnt tell harry this because he wouldnt give merlin the chance. harry wont bring it up with eggys because it was supposed to be just eggsy and merlin. so he kept it in. point is, eggsy thinks harry died disappointed in him. but really, the truth is harry died wondering if he’s done enough to make eggsy resent him a little less.

[absurdthirst]

Whiskey fucks up and says his dead wife's name during sex with reader? 😔💔 (angst but with happy ever after?) ((your writing is wonderful))

***Poor dumb Yee-Haw bastard

Mistake

“Darlin’” He knocked on the door to the bathroom, his head hanging low and pressing against the frame.

“Go away, Jack!” He winced at how angry she sounded. Even though she had every right.

He knocked again. “Darlin’ please, just let me talk to you.”

“I don’t want to talk!” There was a loud thump as something hit the door. Jack jumped back and sighed.

It had been his fault. The reason that she locked in the bathroom and he was outside, begging to be let in while standing butt naked.

“Baby, I -”

“I am not your baby!” She hissed.

Jack hung his head. Everything had been going perfect until his little slip up.

He hadn’t meant to. Didn’t even know that her name had slipped from his mouth. He wasn’t thinking about her, his dead wife. He was caught up in the sensations. The fact that he knew that he loved the woman in his arms. Rocking into her he had lost control of his senses and it had come out.

He knew something was wrong when she stiffened underneath him. Not from pleasure, no, he could never have thought that when she was hitting his chest and screaming for him to get off of her. Which he had immediately done, his face twisted in confusion.

He had been afraid he hurt her, his worst thoughts seemingly confirmed when he reached for her and she jerked away from him, leaping from the bed. Until she had turned around, tears in her eyes.

“I’m not fucking her, Jack!” She screamed at him. “You don’t get to fuck me and pretend it’s your wife!”

He felt his jaw drop as she had stormed into the bathroom and slammed the door behind her. Jack at sat on the bed for what seemed like hours, even thought it was probably less than two minutes, scrubbing his hand over his face as he wondered how he had managed to fuck up so badly.

“Y/N, please….just let me in.” Jack begged. He needed to see her, he’d get down on his knees and beg for forgiveness if that was what she wanted.

The door opened and Jack almost tumbled into her as she stalked past him. She had wrapped a towel around her nude body as she marched into the bedroom to gather her clothes up. Jack quickly found his footing and rushed after her.

“Please, stop.” He pleaded. “Just look at me, darlin’”

She whirled around and Jack flinched. “I’m not your-”

She stopped when she looked at him. His own distraught expression had nothing on hers. Her eyes were red, puffy from the tears she had shed while locked in the bathroom. Her bloodshot eyes so wounded as she seemed to stare through him.

“What?” Her voice was dull, the fight gone out of her.

He gestured to the bed. “Bab- uh, Y/N, sit, let me explain.” He held his hands up as she shot him a suspicious look. “I just want to talk to you.”

She finally moved over to the bed, sitting on the edge and folding her arms across her chest.

He didn’t even bother to cover himself, instead walked in front of her and sank down to his knees.

He resisted the urge to reach for her, knowing it wouldn’t be appreciated. He swallowed and looked away before meeting her demanding stare.

“I - I didn’t know that I said it. I swear to you.” Jack rambled. “I wasn’t thinking about her, I was thinking about you.”

She scoffed and made a move to get up.

“Wait!” He begged. “Please.”

Jack lowered his head and looked down at his hand. “I stopped wearing my ring. I put it away, along with everything else that reminded me of her.” He whispered.

He nodded at the wall. “I packed away the pictures, Y/N.”

Hearing her gasp, he looked up. She was looking around the room, eyes widening when she realized that the pictures that had hung up on the walls were now missing, replaced by paintings. Her eyes finally came back to meet his. He nodded.

“Why?” She asked.

He inched forward, his hand brushing her knee gently as he waited for her reaction. If she pulled back, he wouldn’t touch her again. But she didn’t, so he cupped her knee, his thumb sweeping the side gently.

“Because I didn’t want to live in the past anymore.” He explained, his eyes pleading with her to believe him. “I want to be here, with you.”

She shook her head at him. “You called me her name, Jack.” She whispered. “You were thinking about her.”

Jack shuffled closer, shaking his head. “No. I promise you I wasn’t thinking about her.” He laid his head in her lap. “I was thinking about how I was making love to the woman I love.”

“You - you love me?” She asked.

He nodded, his cheek scrubbing the towel and her thighs. “I love you so fuckin’ much darlin’. I know I’m a fuckin’ fool. But please give me another chance.”

He closed his eyes in relief when he felt her hands brush through his hair. He had made a huge mistake, a major fuck up. But he would do whatever it took to make it up to her. She was worth it, he loved her.

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[hopeamarsu]

Wow, so intense and the ending has me itching for more!

Extra Pickles, Hold the Mayo {Agent Whiskey x F!Reader}

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Mentions of injuries, mentions of guns, fighting 

Writer Wednesday 9/15/21 @autumnleaves1991-blog​ & @clydesducktape​

He looks better than the first time he had come through the door of this dinner. Bruised and battered, one eye nearly swollen shut and his jaw stiff from what much have been one hell of a beating. 

Dressed as a cowboy in jeans, boots and a denim jacket, he had looked around the diner in obvious distaste, but it was the only thing opened in this tiny backwater town. Kept open 24/7 because that was the way things had always been and Miss Milly, the owner, didn’t like change. 

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