Line dancing? Or... ballroom dancing?

You had just moved to a small town from the big city. It was quaint to say the least, everybody knew everybody. However, because it was part of southern USA, everyone had a thick, prominent accent. Furthermore, the police force was... well, cowboys.

Luckily enough, it was easy to settle in. After you had unpacked, you decided to go to the local bar to cool off and get to know some locals.

Walking through the shutter doors, you were greeted with country music, line dancing, and a celebratory bunch of cowboys cheering, jeering and beering

Your gaze was instantly caught on one of them in particular who was dancing to his heart's content, his hat tilted back to reveal his gorgeous, blue gems of eyes and gleaming smile. His muscles rippled under his skin-tight, collared shirt with every movement he made.

Turning your back to grab a drink, you became oblivious as to who pulled you onto the dancefloor. His movements become much calmer as he gently waltzed you across the hardwood, his hands resting on your waist and a flirtatious grin on his lips.

"You got a starin' problem, darlin'?" He chuckled, taking his hat off and plopping it onto your head as the other officers let out a collective cheer.