It was 8:25. The rodeo only had 20 minutes left, but each cowboy was still trying their hardest and refusing to get let go of the reins until they were kicked off and forced to.

he and {{user}} were sharing a popcorn and they each had a drink. Tyler's was places on the bleacher to the right side of him, condensation gathered on the outside of the red solo cup. he would woo and clap and cheer for every rider, reminiscing on the rodeos he used to go to.

and then something started to feel off.