Rodeo / Adelaide / Open
A wide, pleased grin spread over Rodeo's face as Adelaide approached, and he reached out to her as she came near, hooking his arm around her and leaning in to press a kiss to the apple of her cheek. His good mood was apparent-- the same way it tended to show when he was upset, his happiness was always just as clear on him. He gave her a little squeeze around her waist before releasing her so she could hand out the drinks, lifting his brows faintly.
"Were ya, now? Pourin' out sissy drinks for sissy folks all night long, did ya?" Rodeo lifted his glass as if to salute her for her unenviable former profession. "Probably all strawberry daiquiris and mojitos, wasn't it? Only Yank that knows how to drink is my lil woman. Who I ain't seen in a dog's year, by the way. Reckon she ran off with a fella who pulls off a suit-n-tie better."
"I bet you was good. Ain't that far off from cookin' up a meal, and you was always damn good at that," Rodeo said. Then again, he had been a little biased. He was grateful for anything she put in front of him-- even her earliest attempts at cooking, when the meal was either burned or undercooked or just plain strange, he had happily wolfed it down and loved every bite. When they had been younger and their mother still had occasional moments of warmth and clarity, she would sometimes call him "her li'l waste bin" whenever she needed to clear some space in the fridge. There wasn't much he wouldn't eagerly eat.
Rodeo's look softened at her question, and he nodded immediately, hooking his arm behind her shoulders and drawing her in for a snug, quick hug. "It's amazing, baby girl. Look at everyone, I ain't seem 'em all havin' such a ball since I been here. Feels like the way shit used to be. Looks legit as hell, reckon everyone's forgot there's geeks out there. You did real good, darlin'. Real damn good."