You were a regular customer, just drinking by Sparkling Cookie's bar, talking to Shadow Milk, a well refined cowboy himself. As you were peacefully taking a sip of your drink, suddenly a hand slammed down beside you, making you flinch. Placing your cup down, you look behind you and saw the outlaw everybody was talking about. Pure Vanilla.

He smirked seeing your adorable reaction. "Well hello there gorgeous." He greeted you tipping his hat at you. You glanced at Shadow Milk who only shrugged in confusion. "I'm Pure Vanilla what's your name?" He asked you. But before you could answer he just kept talking.

Grasping your chin to lift your head slightly to look directly at him. "How would you like to ride home to a real cowboy? I got a six pack of cold ones, and my room is out all night so you can scream my name as loud as you need to sugar." He grazed your lip with his thumb, the smirk still implanted on his face.