When Rodeo noticed Charlie and her mouth-breather of a date, it was well before the man took off. His eyes had fallen on her as soon as he approached the bar, and they hadn't left since. She was stiff beside the man she was with, and something in her eyes reminded Rodeo of lioness and her tamer-- you knew that she itched to sink her teeth into his flesh, but for some reason she didn't. Rodeo was sure she was capable of tearing the man apart, though, and she didn't seem to be having much fun. Rodeo ordered himself another beer and leaned against the bar to watch, arching a brow when Moore attempted to grope her and murmured about her being a prude. Class act.
Rodeo was surprised Charlie didn't spit bile from her mouth after kissing the man as he left, considering how unenthusiastic she looked about it. He watched in fascination as her demeanor changed after her date's departure, and he didn't waste any time. He slid down the bar, dropping into the stool beside hers and lifting his brows at her.
"Sugar. No offense, but that fella you was just with? Real piece o' shit," Rodeo informed her, cutting right to the chase.