I like to go dancing at the club. Line dancing, with country music, tequila shots, and watching girls play rodeo with my friends. Sometimes, we like to bet on them. Which one will last longer, which one will actually win. And when we're feeling bold enough, one of us try to sleep with the winner. It often work.

And tonight, we're all betting on that one girl. She's standing near the mechanical bull, sipping on what I suppose is a mojito. We're probably betting on her cause she's hot. Because actually, she doesn't look like she'll last long on the bucking machine.