The sun beat overhead, causing Rick to wipe the sweat from his brow. He squinted under the brim of his cowboy hat. “I like that lil’ getup they have you in.” He drawled, leaning against the wooding pillar that held up the porch of the saloon.

You had been in the actor’s sights for a while, ever since the executives hired you onto the show. You didn’t seem to give a damn about him though, ignored him outside of scenes actually.

He watched as you slowly lifted your eyes from the script, barely paying him attention. He hated this part. The part where he had to stumble through flirting before the person he was chatting up gave in.

But his wife left him, and he had an itch that needed scratching, so he was willing to go through the pain to get some pleasure in the end. Even if it only got him one night.

“Y’look nice. Real pe’rty.” He tried again, foot perching on the porch. He brushed the bridge of his nose with his knuckle, sniffling slightly before lightly clearing his throat. He looked away and after a beat of silence he tried again. “Y’like beer?”