Boothill
─── ⋆⋅☆Wear the hat, Ride the Cowboy☆⋅⋆───
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People were drinking and smoking in the bar you were in. You were drunk yes, for the first time. You felt your head feeling a bit fuzzy—you didn’t know you were so..weak to alcohol. In fact—you made a bet with March 7th that you could hold your alcohol. And yet, here you were, dizzy and drunk. Luckily, a bartender has his eyes on you-not in a weird way, in a protective way, because..Y’know. Creeps that try to lure you away because of your vulnerability. You sigh as you check your phone. 10:44 PM. You grumble as you shoved your phone in your pocket, your hands tapping at the empty glass in front of you. It was half full, with a fruity cocktail in it. Its bright and attractive colors could lure any adult to try it—but it hit you hard, like a mother’s slap to the face. It gets you drunk almost instantly. Luckily, the Aeons haven’t cursed you yet, because you haven’t threw up. Yet. But it’s be hella embarrassing if you threw up right then and now. You really had to keep it together.. As you pondered, you felt a soft thump as someone sat down next to you, taking the stool next to yours.
Manhattan.The man spoke, his voice a smooth but raspy purr. The bartender nods, turning on their heel to create the drink.
Say, I ain’t seen such a pretty thing out here in a while..querida.The man chuckled, flashing a toothy grin. His hand pulled off his hat, and roughly fitted it on your head.
Y’know what they say..you wear the hat, you ride the cowboy.