You’ve got this, now rock this.
It’s time to help others heal and realize the same.
But never forget…
Consent is fucking required.
Love,
Livi Caldwell
(and her panties)
Something Special
BONUS SCENE
Christmas at Caldwell’s
“Baby, we run a bar not a flower shop.” Hendrix looks around at what his wife, Olivia has done to the bar. Lights and ornaments are coving every open table.
“I’m very aware of what we run, Hendrix,” Livi replies with all her new found sass. “However, think like a single man for a hot minute. Single men follow the ladies, get the ladies here at Caldwell’s and the men will follow. Ladies love drink specials.”
Hendrix reaches out and pulls his beautiful wife to him. “Bat shit crazy and fuckin’ smart as hell. I’m a damn lucky man.” Leaning down he kisses her and she melts into him.
“Do you two ever stop?” Jagger yells entering the bar.
Hendrix pulls away only enough to stop kissing Livi to answer, “No.” Livi nudges him encouraging him to be less, Hendrix like. “Don’t ever plan to. One day, baby Caldwell, when you have a woman of your own, you’ll see.”
“See what? You and Livi going at it on the bar instead of in the kitchen? What the eyes have seen they cannot un-see.” Morrison pipes in as he comes from the back.
“Oh yeah, like the two women and the bathroom.” Livi fires at him with a smile.
Morrison grabs his chest in mock pain. “You wound me, Livi.”
She laughs, “Yeah right, nothing can get past your ego enough to get to you.”
“Since we’re all here, Livi wants to spice things up for the holidays.”
“Does she now?” Morrison smirks. “Well, Livi while I find you to be crazy, and crazy ass is a lot of fun, I don’t really like the idea of my brother’s wife wanting to-”
Livi’s mouth drops open in surprise while Hendrix snarls at Morrison’s sexual innuendo. “Oh my goodness! I did not mean like that. I want the bar to have the holiday spirit. You know a tree, decorations,” she looks to Hendrix and winks, “mistletoe.”
“Sold, whatever you want.” Hendrix squeezes her hip.
“I want to do a twelve drinks of Christmas.” She says with almost a childlike excitement that makes him look at her with even more adoration. She notices and smiles, then continues as she leans her back against him wiggling her butt as if it’s some secret shared between them. “Each night we feature a new drink. What do ya think guys?”
Jagger laughs, “Does it really matter what we think? You’re a woman, a Caldwell woman now, which means whether or not we like it, you got it.”
Livi pops her hand on her hip, “What is that supposed to mean Jagger Caldwell?”
“Just what he said,” adds Morrison. “Momma raised us to know when a woman wants something, whatever she works her ass off for, she gets. Livi, you work your ass off, you want forty-five drinks of Christmas, we Caldwell brothers will make damn sure it happens.”
“Oh Slick, you’re gonna make some woman very happy one day.”
Morrison rolls his eyes before looking away so she can’t see him smile while Jagger settles into a bar stool in front of them.
“Twelve drinks of Christmas, Caldwell style, I like it.” Hendrix says.
“Good, now we have to come up with them.” Livi laughs until she snorts adorably.
The three boys stand over her as she searches on her laptop to find her twelve perfect drinks.
“Oh look at this!” She shouts, “Grinch-tini! How adorable. Hendrix a notepad please?” He hands her that and the pen behind his ear. “Chocolate liqueur,” she jots down, “Crème de menthe, and half and half. Sprinkles around the rim, how festive.”
She looks over her shoulder and the men all smile and nod she returns the smile and turns back around. Morrison elbows Hendrix and mouths “Around the rim.” Hendrix shakes his head, runs his hand through his hair and smirks.
“Oh, oh, oh, this is perfect!” Livi claps, “Jack Frost,” she bends over her notebook and writes down the ingredients, “Blue curacao, pineapple juice, pineapple-”
“She’s breaking rules,” Jagger looks at Hendrix and shakes his head, “Beer and shots.”
“She wants it—” Hendrix begins.
“She gets it,” Morrison finishes for him.
“Kahlua hot chocolate,” Livi smiles back, “Perfect for a long cold Detroit winters night.” Hendrix leans over and whispers into her ear, “a shot of Caldwell cocktail will be sure to warm you up, baby.”
She blushes, “That too.”
Hendrix, Jagger, and Morrison grab ingredients as she continues on reading them off. She puts a check next to the ones they still need to get, the list keeps growing.
She stands up and looks at them, “We are going to have so much fun,” and they all nod and smile, “Christmas may not have been good in the past. Heck it may have been like every other day, but we,” she points to them and then to herself, “Caldwell’s, are going to make new traditions, happy ones, memories that outshine all the bad,” she gestures around the room and hits a bottle of bourbon which Hendrix catches just before it hits the ground, “Oops.”