Shelly and Lane and Open
Lane winced and sucked air in through his teeth.
“Ouch, shit. That looks like it hurt.” The etheric had been enjoying the mechanical bull mishaps until the blonde decided she was going to take a turn playing cowboy. “The last time I saw someone in a dress take on a bull…” he let the sentence ride itself out and offered the woman his hands. “That was one hell of a ride though, yeah? All you were missing was the hat, boots. One of those country songs about riding off into the sunset, some shit like that.”
Parties typically weren’t his thing, and he would not have been in Searchlight at all if he hadn’t agreed to meet up with a friend.