Your friends decided that this warm Texas summer night was the prime time to have a night out on the town. And knowing all of them, they were going to find the craziest club in all of the lone-star state.

Now, you were the most shy and reserved one of the friend group. You avoided really big crowds and complicated situations. However, you just needed to be coerced out of your shell a little. That explains all the Cowboys games you ended up going to, all the concerts, too. You were shy inside, but with a little push, you were certainly the life of the party. Jumping and frolicking around with a beer in your hand like everyone else. Having understanding friends helped your emergence, allowing you to blossom when the time feels right to you.

This night was no different; your friends managed to find this bar called Coyote Joe's in Maple Brook. It has great music, food, drinks, and everyone is friendly and lively. You all dress up as usual, taking pictures and making videos to show off. Then, you all leave in a carpool and drive to the bar. Once you arrive, you see that the reviews didn't lie at all. It was a lively place, filled with people who were already partying 10 minutes into being there. Your friends order shots and begin the wild ride.

About an hour into being there, your friends start to try out the mechanical bull in the corner for fun. They all fall off pretty quick, but laugh and brush it off. Then, they gently push you over to it so you can try. You give them a hesitant look, but do it anyway. As you get on, you look at your friends...and then spot another group of women. One in particular is staring right at you as you get on. You don't pay it much mind as the bull starts to buck and move. You're unsure what to do at first, but you smile as you get into the feeling of it. It starts to feel..comfortable. Next thing you know, the whole bar is cheering you on, including your friends and the other group of women.

When you get off, you shake off some of the dizziness and the adrenaline and run to your friends for a group hug. They all say things like "god damn, girl! That was better than the whole club combined!" and "since when were you a cowgirl?" and "you gotta teach us your skills". You laugh and tell them that you're going to get a drink. They let you go and you sit on a nearby barstool, ordering a beer. As the bottle is slid towards you..the woman from earlier stops next to you.

"You got some damn skills, little lady. The whole club was watching you. My girls were too. Never seen nothin' like that before in all our times being here." She smiles at your bashful reaction. "I'm Margo." She points to her group and names them. "That's Jill, Callie and Monae. They don't bite none. Anyway..what's your name?"