He had finished off his drink by the time she was thrown from the bull, which did help his nerves somewhat. His eyes widened in response to the look she gave him. He knew that look, and he knew exactly what it meant. Therefore, he also knew that the only feasible option was to go over there and ride the bull. So that was exactly what he planned to do. After all, Denim was not the type to buy into pathetic excuses, and it wasn't as if he could think up a passable excuse anyway.
He set his glass down on the bar and got to his feet, working his way across the room to where Denim stood. He gave an encouraging smile and said, "Good job!" His nose scrunched slightly in thought as he spared a glance at the bull. So, it looked like there wasn't any way to put it off any longer. He looked back at Denim and offered a small lopsided grin. "Guess it's my turn to give it a try, huh?"