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[wheelsy_sheriff]

Bill is downstairs after some breakfast. He sits down at the counter, and before he can even ask, Bar provides him with a loaded plate; eggs, bacon, sausage, hashbrowns, a short stack of pancakes, a cup of coffee and orange juice.

Bill grins at the offering, and is about to say thank you when a newspaper appears. Looking at the front page headline his smile falls.

Mardi Gras in Miami

It's not really the headline, but the part underneath that tells how the Saints defeated the Colts 31-17 in the Superbowl that's just killed his good mood.

Bill lifts the paper and shakes his head.

"Aw, c'mon, no. I didn't even know they were playin'."

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[7twistedwishes]

She laughs a bit, hugging him and kissing his cheek. "Oh, Bill, relax... you really think I will misunderstand you and do something inappropriate?"

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"No, I'm just bein' foolish."

He laughs at himself as his cheeks warm.

[7twistedwishes]

"Don't worry yourself." She winks, returning to her seat. "You are a too nice man to do a faux pas with malice."

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"Well if I ever do say somethin' that's outta line you can tell me. My mouth sometimes works ahead of my brain."

He gives her a grin and laughs at himself.

"Last thing I wanna do is offend one of my friends."

[7twistedwishes]

"I am extremely hard to offend, Bill... do not worry yourself." She is The Devil after all.

"But I think I should leave you for your breakfast and go looking for a few other people I need to speak to." The Sheriff gets a peck on the cheek. "Take care, please?"

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"I'll do my best," he promises. "You take care, too."

[7twistedwishes]

"I will." She winks and heads off.

Metaphorically walking a couple inches off the ground, but why, it's anyone's guess.