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Annabelle and Butch were at the saloon, meeting up for their weekly Wine Friday. They had been there for a couple of hours now, conversation flowing freely as Danny poured them another glass of claret. “Last glass, ladies. Don’t need y’all to get into trouble, now.”
“We won’t be, Mr. Bartender!” Butch giggled, slurring slightly. “I’ve got all the trouble right in front of me.” She swung an arm around Annabelle, pulling her close.
The aforementioned lass cuddled in close, laying her head on the taller’s shoulder, sighing contently. She and Butch had been partners for a month or so now, but neither had been brave enough to say ‘I love you’. Annabelle had jokingly told Butch ‘Let’s rob a bank’ a few times in lieu of the phrase, but it never felt quite right.
Annabelle turned her head slightly, side-eyeing Butch fondly. She could stare at her for hours, if she was given the chance. A hiccup bubbled out of her, and after a moment, her mouth started forming words before her brain had time to register them.
“I love you, Butch.”
Butch’s head whipped around, a shocked expression etched over her face as her breath released its signature stutter. She stared into her partner’s eyes, her own watering.
“Awh, you beats me to it,” she spoke, grasping Annabelle’s hand in her own. “I love you too, silly.” She leaned down, kissing the top of her lover’s head. “Let’s get out of here, partner.”
Butch stood up, swaying slightly, Annabelle blushing beside her as they wobbled out the saloon together, hands intertwined.