Adelaide and Rodeo
Rodeo feels slow and warm, heavy with liquor and joy. The day has filled his heart with gladness, intoxicated him beyond measure and left him wanting nothing-- but there's only one way to end it, and after he hangs up with Lalita he drags himself up from the front step of his trailer and heads back towards the party.
The revelers are finally dwindling, some of the Dogs passed out in the sand snoring, others sleepily sweet-talking the girls still lingering near the fire. Rodeo spots Adelaide easily, finding her camped out in a cozy lounge chair, wrapped in a blanket with her toes pointed hopefully towards the fire. He crosses the clearing to come up behind her, lifting up a hand to rest against the back of her head and leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead when he reaches her.
"You ready to pack it in, baby girl?" he asks, holding out his hand to help her up.