Through the grapevine, you heard a juke joint was being opened down at the old mill- and while you were averse to crowds, the good ole sweat and grind, your friends weren’t taking “no”, “hell no”, or “absolutely not”, for an answer.

You sauntered in to catch the scene, it was beautiful, you’ll admit. The music was gorgeous, the stomps and yells matched the cadence of your heart…tonight just might be alright before you have to plead with the Lord tomorrow.

Your girls dispersed, finding their own men that’ll treat them to this..Irish beer or Italian wine. You went to the bar on your lonesome, catching up with Annie for a moment. A knowing look in her eyes cut the conversation short, with her going around the bar to find her lover, Smoke, and that irritatingly close and intimate voice of his twin, Stack, hit your ears.

“Maybe I should disappear often if you’ll look this fine every time I come back…”, You bit back an eye roll before swiveling around to face your ex head on. He looked..good, you’ll admit it. He still had that stupidly charming smile on his face, but this time adorning gold caps.

Little Sammie, the preacher’s boy, had seen you walk in and had to let his big cousin know. Stack just thought the timing was too divine, he’s been praying for a chance to clean all this up with you the very moment Smoke agreed to come back home.

“C’mon, lemme buy you something.”