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(chuckles)
I know you weren't serious.
REGGIE
(glares)
You tackled me to the ground--
BRADY
I was just playing with you.
REGGIE
(low)
You stuck your hand up the back of my skirt.
BRADY
(chuckles)
So I grabbed your ass. It was all in good fun.
REGGIE
Yeah, so was my punching you in the mouth.
BRADY
Actually, that stung.
REGGIE
Let's get something straight, Brady. I have no intentions to ever go out with
you ever again. And you're damned lucky I fight my own battles and didn't tell
Dylan what happened.
BRADY
That's because you still have feelings for me.
Reggie rolls her eyes and groans.
REGGIE
Conversation over.
Reggie attempts to walk around Brady. He catches her around the waist and pulls her against him with a playful smile.
BRADY
Okay, you can stop playing hard to get.
Reggie attempts to push him away. Her look is wild.
REGGIE
Get your hands off of me--or we will pick up where we'd left off.
Brady laughs with humor.
DYLAN
Hey!
Brady and Reggie look toward the pool area. Dylan is already before them with a wild look. Dylan suddenly punches Brady in the face. Brady releases Reggie and is cast onto a nearby table. Several glasses fall to the floor and shatter. The entire tavern falls silent and looks at them.
DYLAN
Keep you hands off of my sister, prick!
Brady holds his mouth and slowly straightens with hostility.
BRADY
What's your problem? We were just talking!
Reggie takes Dylan's arm.
REGGIE
Time to go.
EXT. OLD FARMHOUSE -- NIGHT
We see the beautifully restored Victorian home on a secluded back road. Several lights are on within the house.
INT. LIVING ROOM
We see Dylan sitting on the sofa while flexing his sore hand. Reggie enters with an ice pack and tosses it to him. He catches it and holds it to his fist.
DYLAN
Thanks.
REGGIE
My overly protective, big brother. I can take care of myself. You don't have to beat
the crap out of every guy who talks to me.
DYLAN
Brady wasn't talking to you.
