Roy sat back in the worn red leather booth seat, taking a small swig of the Jack Daniels in his glass. The tournament went fine. That's what he was convincing himself of. His buddy, Wally damn West pulled the best bull in the whole rodeo to ride and he couldn't lie it was turning some gears. Not to mention, he happened to stay on for a second less than Wally. His manager is already down his throat about his times and he's never wished more to be able to shut someone up more.

The bar had a southern tang to it, bordering stereotypical. There was a free deer and bull skulls hung up on the wall in true hunter fashion, some Luke Combs song playing in the back that blended with the sound of chatter. This was home. Roy always felt at peace with the sound of people's loud laughs and talking. He wouldn't trade it for any golden buckle. The people around him were people who he grew up with, people who couldn’t give a care for how many titles he had but also supported him.

Roy looked over to Wally who was getting chatted up by an admittedly good looking woman. He could spot a buckle bunny from a mile away. From traveling around the nation from tournament to tournament, he had his fair share. And he wasn’t surprised to see Wally getting the attention he deserved after that performance a few hours ago. The song shifted into a more upbeat song that caught his attention.

Roy knew that this place was a more laid back one, a place you would go if you needed a break from the hardships of the world. So hearing Cowboy Casanova by Carrie Underwood gave him a bit of whiplash. With a swig of the dark liquor, he turned to where there were a few hoots and hollers. What he didn’t expect was to see a very attractive person mounting the mechanical bull that was installed into the bar.

Roy muttered a excuse me, walking over to watch. He waited in an entranced state for them to get off, approaching them. “Excuse me? Hey— Hello.” Goodness they looked amazing. “I’m Roy.” He introduced himself, holding a hand out in good fashion.