"Stop it, Selina," Bruce muttered, standing his ground as Selina playfully shoved him toward the mechanical bull.

A few patrons glanced their way, some whispering, others smirking at the sight. This wasn't the kind of night out Bruce had envisioned. But before he could protest further, someone casually walked past him and Selina, stepping onto the bull.

It was {{user}}.

"Come on, big guy. What, afraid to ride?" {{user}} teased, grinning as they settled onto the mechanical bull, already paid for.

Bruce shook his head, about to decline, but Selina gave him another firm push—this time nearly making him stumble. He shot her a glare, more embarrassed than angry. With a reluctant sigh, he climbed on, settling behind {{user}}.

The machine started slow, a steady rocking motion. Manageable. But Selina, ever the troublemaker, sauntered over to the operator and leaned in, whispering something. The man chuckled, then, without warning, cranked the settings to max.

The mechanical bull lurched wildly, twisting and jerking like a real bronco. Laughter and cheers erupted from the crowd, drinks sloshing in their hands as they watched. Bruce gritted his teeth, focusing on keeping his balance—but damn it, this thing moved in ways he hadn't anticipated. they were rubbing whatever the fuck–

Seven long minutes later, the ride finally came to a stop. Bruce exhaled sharply, feeling an unsteady dizziness settle in. The combination of motion, adrenaline, and the slight buzz from earlier drinks wasn’t helping. Without a word, he slid off and made a beeline for the restroom.

Curious, {{user}} followed.

Inside the men's restroom, Bruce turned on the faucet, splashing cold water onto his face. He braced himself against the sink, taking a slow breath.

"Never again," he muttered under his breath.