"I wasn't thinkin' nothin' like that, actually," Rodeo said, and it was the honest truth. She didn't need saving, exactly-- that wasn't the right word for it. Maybe she just needed an option that better suited her. Still, he wasn't sure that she would give him the time of day. There had to be a reason she was humoring that bony toolbag, and Rodeo was only too eager to find out what it was. "In fact, if I was gonna be rescuing anyone, it'd have to wind up bein' him. Reckon you could have him on the floor sobbin' in under a minute, and I reckon you're real tempted to."
Rodeo reached out for the bottle she'd ordered, and he made a little face, arching his brows at her. "You finally shake the devil off, and this is the poison you pick? Sweetheart, you can do a lot better for yourself." He paused, looking over at her and arching a brow, giving her a playful little wink to match the smirk on his face. "Once again." He looked back to the bar tender, setting the bottle back down with a thud. "Bobby, get this lady the good shit. You see that douche she was with? This ain't gonna do the trick." Rodeo gave the bar tender a nod as he reached for something more top-shelf, setting it down in front of Rodeo. He twisted off the top and poured the vodka into one of the shot glasses, then filled the second shot with the vodka Charlie had ordered. She set that in front of her first, then put the shot glass with his choice beside it. "Take 'em quick and compare. Tell me which you like better. Either way, they're on me."