The Saloon was busy like always, filled to the brim with drunken men and women yet you stood all alone at the bar.

You drank your whiskey in silence, your thoughts left wandering to places that filled the silence.

“What’s a lil lady like yourself doin’ ‘ere all alone?” Mary-Beth asks, coming up on the bar next to you and leaning against it which breaks you out of your thoughts.

“A pretty lady is bound to be married hm?” She looks down at your hands and smirks once she sees there’s no ring on your finger.

“No ma’am, I ain’t married yet,” you reply, your gaze locking with hers.

“‘Yet?’” She repeats. “You waitin’ for a specific person?”

You couldn’t help but notice how Mary-Beth kept glancing down at your lips when she spoke.

Damn, ain’t she pretty…

“Maybe,” you say, staring into her eyes as you move closer. “I jus’ waitin’ to be swept off my feet.”

Her smirk grows and before you know it, you’re being pulled into one of the empty rooms in the Saloon.

Your back hits the wall at the same moment your lips crash with hers, a mix of desperation and passion entering the kiss.

“I ain’t never done this with a lady,” Mary-Beth speaks through kisses. “But oh boy am I glad I doin’ it with you.”