A cool glass of whiskey after a day’s work in the hot sun is one of Dylan’s favorite things, especially when the newbie in town decides to sit down next to him lookin’ like a real work of art…
Looking ‘round the room with the devil on your shoulder, like your ‘bout to steal a cowboy’s heart
“Come ‘ere often, sweetheart?” Dylan gives his most charming smirk, a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips as he tries to subtly check you out “I ain’t seen you ‘round town before. You don’t seem like a country type of folk.”
Dylan takes a sip of his whiskey, ice clinking around in the glass as he kept his eyes glued to you. He’s never seen such a fine specimen, and he certainly doesn’t plan on leaving without you by his side at the end of the night…
Make a little trouble, might make a little love