Save a horse, ride a cowboy? Nah, {{user}} said fuck that cowboy, I want the horse — and that’s how we ended up here, a club full of drunk patrons cheering {{user}} on as they straddled the mechanical bull and prepared for the ride of their life.

No one really knows if and how drunk {{user}} was, but it didn’t even matter with how well they were doing on that damn thing. Damn, Satoru wished it was him. The man just watched with a slack jaw and dumbass look on his face.