Chris Evans Characters Imagines

Not My First Rodeo- Frank Adler*

~original character imagine~

Callie Baker is a rodeo champion. And after a long day, all she wants is a drink. But with a man that caught her eye, things were gonna get rowdy.

Warnings: smut

This is a request!

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Whispers were nothing new as Callie Baker walked into the bar. It seemed to be all she heard. Even out of the stage outfits and the rodeo gear, she was still a living legend.

And tonight, after a long show, all she wanted was a beer.

She sat down in the very dim bar, with the awful decorations. She knew she had stares on her. They would go away soon though.

"What can I get you?" The bartender asked.

"Budweiser in a bottle please." She said. He nodded.

She glanced around, looking at the man next to him. He was staring down at the table.

"Rough night?" She asked, her southern belle accent shining through.

"Uhhh no. This is the usual here. You?"

"No. Celebrating." She said. He nodded.

He glanced over at her, his eyes scanning her quickly. "You got a name?"

"Callie Baker." She said as she took her hat off.

"Oh. That's how I recognized you. Rodeo queen."

She nodded. "You got a name?" She said back.

"Frank Adler."

"Nice to meet you Frank." She said. He nodded.

She had her hair curled and her makeup on. She was short, but her personality made her seem taller. And maybe her boots too.

"So how'd that rodeo of yours go?"

She hummed. "Another win."

"Congratulations."

"Thank you."

Usually by this time, the guy would be asking how well she could do reverse cowgirl or some shit, but this man seemed to damaged himself to do anything to her.

"So what do you do for work?"

"I repair boats. And my niece lives with me. I'm her guardian."

"Nice. You live by the bay then?"

He nodded.

"You don't have an accent. Where are you from?"

"Boston actually. Moved down here seven years ago."

He noticed her nails. Short, but obviously still done. But they were calloused and shaky. He wondered if it was due to adrenaline.

He glanced at her for the first time. She really was beautiful. Her face was soft. He thought it would've been stern.

"Can I get another round for us?" Frank asked. Callie glanced at him.

"So where is your niece?"

"She stays at my neighbors on Friday nights."

"Why? So you can take girls home?"

He blushed softly. She laughed.

"Am I your next victim?"

"No. Not unless you want it. You actually came and sat next to me in the stupidest bar in town."

"Everything happens for a reason." She said softly. He nodded.