Re: BULL/Selene and Open
Selene eyed the mechanical bull with some amusement. When you'd ridden a giant Lycan hybrid, anything else seemed tame in comparison. Especially since the Lycan in question had been trying to kill her at the time. She ordered a tall Stoli, straight, from a passing waitress and looks around for the quaintly-named American who supposedly ran the bar. The man had made some extravagant promises if she could stay on the bull.
The only question in her mind was whether the machinery would break before she became bored enough to dismount and see just what she might have won. Given her strength and reflexes, there were no other options.