Re: Rodeo / Open
Rodeo laughed softly, pleased with this sweet little find. She was beautiful, and a real girl of a girl-- sometimes he liked them that way, feminine and appealing, with all their make-up and flowery smells. Most of the time he went for ladies with a harder edge, a woman with a bite, but he couldn't resist a girly girl now and again. They had a way of making a man feel strong and necessary, and Rodeo found that feeling intoxicating at times.
"Well, I might. You wanna give it a try with me, darlin'?" he asked, offering out his hand to her and setting his bottle down on the ledge along the wall. He was glad the music was shifting into a slower song, though-- a slow dance, he could do. He knew he'd only make a fool of himself trying to dance to the bass-heavy electronic garbage that had been playing previously.