BRODELAIDEO?!!
"You're just lyin' 'cause you know it's a damn embarrassment bein' related to me right now," Rodeo said certainly, shaking his head and laughing as he smoothed a hand down his tie. "Only time I ever worn a suit was to get arraigned. Can't help gettin' them heebie jeebies when I put a tie 'round my neck. Only thing savin' me from that ol' doom feelin' like I'm about to get locked up is the bourbon."
"You got it. Tequila's all trouble anyhow," Rodeo said, a bit biased against the drink. Feeding an insipid bar slut shots of tequila had always been a foolproof way for him to get laid, and he couldn't help associating the alcohol with easy girls and the opportunistic sleazebags they let between their legs. Instead he pulled out two shot glasses and a bottle of George Dickel from beneath the bar, pouring some into the glasses and pushing one towards Adelaide. He reckoned a good amount of whiskey would trouble her old southern soul just enough to get her singing with him anyhow. "None of that worm for you, let ol' George take care of ya instead."
"Yeah, you fuckin' better be," Rodeo huffed, glaring down at the bar. It had been a bitch to remove and even more of a bitch to maneuver through the library and into the room, but as long as Adelaide was happy it was worth it. "I'll have you walkin' my back for the next year and a half 'cause of that damn bar." Rodeo had already made coaxed Adelaide into walking up and down his spine several times since he and Sarge moved the bar, and she had to get the feeling that he'd be milking it for as long as he could to get her to continue doing it.