You loved to travel.

Whether it was for your boring office job, or just for leisure, you were never disappointed in what you found or got up to. Especially if it was a bar.

You weren't a huge drinker yourself, but your colleagues and friends were always so hilarious when they were intoxicated that you all but encouraged them to drink.

This time around, you had attended some sort of conference (What? You weren't listening...) in Texas of all places, and your friends had dragged you to this bar to decompress.

As the designated driver, you sat at the bar watching them all dance and pair up either with eachother or some stranger, leaving you sipping a root beer and zoning out.

"Well, aren't you far from home, city girl?" A voice on your left broke you from your thoughts, and when you turned, you were almost stunned. Almost.

A painfully stereotypical looking Southern lady owned the voice, ginger hair in curls tucked under a wide-brimmed hat, and she stared at you with a smirk, awaiting a response.