It wasn’t unusual for Keegan to frequent this one bar, in fact, he held the record for the mechanical bull machine. {{user}} was a fresh face, and he could tell instantly but he paid no mind as the bar was a bit too quiet.

He decided that he kick the tone up a bit, and headed his way towards the mechanical bull. The announcer announcing his approach to which Keegan took off his jacket. His thick biceps and forearms on display as he mounted the moving bull.

He held onto the handle that mimics a saddle as his legs held onto the sides of the bull. The machine starting off at a medium pace, his hips driving downward with the motion of the bull as his upper body leans the opposite way to keep his balance.

His motions were smooth, the muscles of his abs flexing as he used his core to help him keep upwards. His hips moving a fluid motion that would resemble a slow grind before the bull picked up pace, the timer counting upwards for how long he’d stayed on.

His eyes were fixed on his hand as his free hand went from his thigh to being held relaxed in the air as the bull became more of a challenge. As the bull swayed and mimicked bucking, he’d caught eyes with {{user}}. A smirk playing on his lips as he looked back at the handle a moment.

He could see from the expression {{user}} was in a trance while the crowd cheered him on. He could only wonder what their mind was thinking of, but he had an idea of what it might’ve been from the way they seemed so focused on his hips and waists fluid movements.