Adelaide and Sarge - 10/3 2AM
Adelaide doesn't actually know the origins of the game Stump, but she'd be willing to wager a decent amount that it started in Montgomery, Tennessee. It's something Rodeo and the boys used to do, on those rare days they weren't up to something, at barbecues at the O'Dell farm or after poker nights when it was too warm to stay inside anymore.
Though she watched, Adelaide didn't pester them to play very often - just enough to reveal that Adelaide Hawkins is a secret Stump ringer.
The prospects and patches standing around playing it are all muscle and no aim, and their 2AM drunk isn't helping much. Adelaide is teetering around the edges of absolutely blasted herself, but it only makes her that much more confident. She's strolling past thinking of jumping in, when a big familiar silhouette catches her eye under the carnival lights and her heart turns over and she grins. Drink fueled, there is no hesitation when she zooms up by Sarge, takes his hand on the fly and grins up at him. "Come on, darlin," she says, sweeping him along with her. "Come watch me beat the tar out of these fellas, I've been missing you."