Exton

A few days later Morgan enters the tavern with Gareth in tow. Its earlier in the evening, Morgan thinking she can check out another place she has been watching before the night is over. The tavern is quiet, a few people at the bar and couples in one or two of the booths.

She doesnt see either of the pregnant women and wonders if the one whose time is near maybe has delivered. Sitting at a table she tells Gareth to get her a glass of wine. “And please dont trip, hit me with the chair or start a fight. And it would be wonderful if you manage to not spill anything either. Hopefully no one remembers the last time we were here.”

Gareth returns with her wine and takes a seat, looking over his shoulder at the customers.

“What are you looking for? No one here is going to talk to you after last time.” Morgan sips her wine and as she looks up she sees the man that tossed a drink at Gareth moving towards her table. “Someone needs to keep these damn cattle from drinking. I swear if he comes over here I am leaving.”

Jack had seen the redhead enter the bar and like everyone else was sick of her superior attitude. Would serve her right if someone puked on her highness. Jack chuckles to himself and puts on the drunk act again. But starts holding his stomach and acting like he feels sick. He wobbles and weaves and acts like he needs to throw up and cant quite find a place to do it.

Morgan seeing him get closer starts to panic. “I am not putting up with that damn fool again. You can stay here and see if you can find out anything about those two pregnant cows. The one may have dropped her maggots by now. Meet me at O'Rileys in an hour and no later or you will be sorry.”

Morgan turns abruptly and walks out leaving Gareth sitting at the table alone.
Jack drops the act and sits across from Garreth and sticks his hand out, “Hi, I'm Jack. Sorry about the other night, but we needed a way to get the notes to you.”