It didn’t matter if DJ only got an hour of sleep, her internal clock was set to seven-thirty am and that’s what time she woke up every single morning it never failed. When your father is a cop, owns a ranch, and one of the only real restaurant in town, sleeping in isn’t really in your dictionary. Her alarm clock went off playing that familiar Taylor Swift song that she absolutely hated, but couldn’t bring herself to change, because for some reason it made a good alarm clock song.
She let out a miserable groan as she threw her blanket off and started her morning routine. What most people didn’t know about Dee, was that she was both a perfectionist and had OCD. She did everything in the same order every morning. It didn’t matter that it was a weekend. Lucy jumped down, wagging her tell while Maverick lazily lifted his head, before placing it back down on his paws. Darla made her bed singing along to the song. She sat down at her vanity, brushing out her long still perfectly straightened hair before reapplying her make-up. Her bedroom was spotless and even as she opened her closet her clothes were perfectly ironed and organized.
She slipped on her tattered Daisy Dukes, that let her ass hang out and her tan legs look longer. She pulled on a teal crop to, that showed off a little too much of her mid-drift. She changed out her belly button ring for one with a dream catcher on it, before pulling on her cowboy boots. It was no surprise that Darla liked to show her fit, tanned body off even if she was just hanging around her house. Finally she looked over herself in her full body mirror, it didn’t matter how exhausted or shitty she felt she always made sure she was perfectly groomed, to look the part of the Queen Bee.
Darla slipped out of her bedroom, her two dogs in tow like they always were as she headed down her hallway, before pausing seeing someone she vaguely recognized form school. He wasn’t exactly popular and he wasn’t exactly a loser either. She wasn’t really surprised, her father was the towns cop and they always had people at their house. She raised a brow, looking him over.
“Umm. Declan right?” She smirked. “Can I ask why the hell you’re in my house and why you have my purse?” She said walking over to him and snatching the purse from his grip. “Are you stalking me?” she teased, having already figured out he’d come to give her back her purse. “Thanks.” She said with a soft southern smile, walking past him and into the kitchen assuming he’d follow. She set her purse on the table.
Liam had saddled up Dream for Annabelle and went on his normal duties. Cleaning out stalls and feeding horses. He was fairly fast at what he did and he was convinced that’s why Mr. J kept him around. After he was finished he grabbed his phone out of the truck only to be greeted by a message from Mr. J to go down to the restaurant and check up on a few things. He’d only been to the restaurant a handful of times while Mr. Jennings showed him how to run it, but the young girl who worked there seemed like she had a pretty good handle on things every time he’d been there.
He sighed, letting Anna know where he was going before he headed out. The drive wasn’t too long before he was cutting the engine in the parking lot of the bar and restaurant. He made his way through the back door, where the chef’s threw him a few hello’s and how’s it goings. He offered a smile in return, before heading straight into the office. The paperwork Beau had taught him to o was always fairly boring and long, but once he finished he sent a text to him and then made his way to the front of the restaurant, sitting next to the girl everyone called Baby blue.
He ordered a drink, taking a sip of it before turning to the girl. “Your blue right?” he asked though already knowing the answer. “DJ’s friend, she talks about you a lot you know. Says she misses you.” He shrugged taking another sip from the glass. “You didn’t hear that from me though.” He smirked, downing the rest of the drink before setting it back down on the bar. “See you around kid.” He said simply making his way towards the door.