Out and about after having slept for most of the day, Dusty had left home with a vague sense of accomplishment and an itching to get into trouble. It hadn't quite lasted long enough to get around to the trouble part of his plans, though he'd found his way to a drive-in theater instead. In the end, it was probably a better decision than simply looking for a fight to pick or something possibly illegal to do with his time, and Dusty was content to pull the red pick-up truck into a spot and park it, shutting off the engine at the same time as hoisting himself out. He landed in the dirt with a resounding thud, his cowboy boots filthy yet somehow the most comfortable thing he owned. As he settled, shifting his weight back and forth in place, Dusty tipped his hat carefully forward, peering out from under the brim at the ladies that passed by him -- clearly on their way to getting snacks, though they were distracted long enough to stop and give him a good look over.
Dusty couldn't help but feel good over the attention; he tended to get a lot of it when he went out these days. Granted, a considerable amount of it was in part due to his attire, but he liked to imagine that they were stricken silly by his eyes, or maybe the bulge in his jeans, the way he moved... something at least mildly flattering.
After the brief moment of self-centered fantasizing, Dusty moved, coming to life as he headed after the girls from moments ago. They were walking toward the snacks and, of course, so that was where he was going, no real or well-formed thoughts behind it. It just seemed to make sense to him, that while at the movies, one would visit the snack stand. It wasn't until he had found his way there that Dusty realized the error, his step faltering and finally coming to a complete stop.
And so Dusty stood there, just there, staring at the stand and the girls as though he were on the opposite side of a large pane of glass he couldn't quite break through. He dwelled on the scene playing out in front of him, the humans and their popcorn and candies and over-priced, watered down coca-colas. He stared and thought how, again, he had somehow managed to draw the short stick out of the bunch.