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Date number one (minus a few hiccups and a misunderstanding) had gone well enough that she and Jax were going to give it another shot, and the Purple Pig Pub seemed like the right place.

There was another dress - thank god for being able to leave your scrubs at the office - and another Jack and Coke in her hand, although she learned quite a bit about limits, on Mardi Gras. She sat at the bar, her legs crossed at the knee while she waited for Jax - she'd gotten out of work about half an hour before she'd said she would, and while she'd taken a little longer changing... She'd been the one who was early.

What wasn't as nice - of course it wasn't as nice - was the guy who was currently leaning on the bar with both forearms next to her, intent on talking to her. "Sorry," she said with a tight smile. "I'm waiting for my boyfriend."

"What's a girl like you see in your boyfriend? I bet that I'm ten - no, a hundred times better in the sack then he is. What's he lift?"

Tara's brows shot up and she tried not to laugh. "Lift? Bikes."

"What, like hipster fairy bullshit?"

The guy laughed, and Tara rolled her eyes. "Harleys."

That made him stand up straighter. "You're telling me your guy rides Harleys? Bullshit. You didn't want to talk to me, just say so - you don't have to make that shit up." He'd obviously had more than a little to drink, and Tara shook her head, looking away from him.

"Hey! Hey! You look at me if I'm talking to you!"