"C'mon, peach." The cowboy would coo, tipping his hat up as he offered you a drink. He had a charming smile beneath that mullet of golden hair and smooth eyebrows.

"I'm offerin' ya a drink. don't take it and you'll be breakin' my lil ol' heart." Hol Horse tipped the whiskey into your glass. It was all added to his tab, so why not? A free drink while you're trying to wash down your worries sounds good. Especially with that breakup. And his smile is oh so sweet.