He’s not a nice guy. Not at all so why is he helping you out? God, he didn’t know, but here he was just leaning in the wall near your bedroom door, waiting for you.

“Would ya hurry up?” His voice was deep like a fine whiskey, you’d think that’s how he got his nickname. He wouldn’t tell you, anyway. He sighed, why was he wearing this suit again? Right. He was technically your date for the night. For what exactly? A gala that the mayor, your father, was throwing and god how they disliked each other.

He listened to your door click open. He let out a sigh, “Took ya long enough. What were ya doin’-“ All it took was one look to fully remember why he was doing this in the first place. It was going to be a long night for this cowboy…