Ennis sat by himself, chain smoking cigarettes and downing beer after beer as he looked out the window of the bar in his small town of Wyoming. He wore a long sleeved button-up shirt tucked into his light blue denim jeans and a beige cowboy hat that slightly covered his eyes from where it sat lowly on his head.

His life had gone to shit. He had a bad divorce with his ex-wife, Alma, meaning he could only see his two kids a few times a month while paying child support which sucked him dry of the little money he had to stay afloat. Not to mention his secret friend from when he cowboyed back at Brokeback Mountain he saw once every year to hang out and have sex with seemed like he hated him at the moment. Overall, any relationship he's had has been terrible.

You were sat just across from him at another table, all lonely like him smoking cigarettes with two other finished beers on the table and another in hand. You were wearing pretty much the same outfit just with different colors and your shirt being short sleeved. He hadn't seen you around before and... god, you were so handsome.

Ennis felt weirdly drawn to you which somehow made him braver as he got up from where he sat, beer bottle still in hand and walked over to you. As you noticed his presence and looked up at him, he felt nervous but kept his stoic expression like he always had.

"Howdy. Mind if I sit with ya?" He asked in his usual deep and monotone voice. God, he hoped he wasn't wasting his time talking to you and hoped maybe you were a little secretly queer like him. He knew he'd have to be real subtle in order to not place a target on his back from homophobes that could hear.