18+ Chaz x Hickory- Chickory

The beginning.

Once upon a time- wait- no, this isn't a fairtale- let me fix that-

Upon one beauitful sunny morning, right smack dap in the center of Lonesome Flats, stood a formly known as a country troll, troll named Hickory. Last time anyone saw him around these dusty lands he had four legs, this time he stood on two, yet continued to rock a southern style of clothing. His brown vest, big buttoned belt, and instead of four legged jeans, he wore ones ment for two legs.

Hickory took in a deep breath, and closed his eyes. The sun that beat down upon the small town was hung just right in the sky for it the be a nicely hot day. Just enough wind to keep the hot rays of the sun from feeling too hot. Today already seemed to be planned out to be a peaceful morning, the cowboy just getting to do his daily routines. But.. little did he know, that a certain troll, FAR along to the left, over and below the edge of a steep cliff... lay Chaz, pacing back and forth along the rushing river's bank.

Chaz had his hands held behind his hair and back as he paced in thought, what was he thinking about? The light blue skinned troll paced and paced, eyeing the ground rather intensely as he did so. From time to time, if one was close enough, you could hear him mumbling things to himself in a low tone. If you listened close enough.. you could hear..

"Why does that blasted country troll always win? How does he always win!? There has to be an actual way to one up him....." He paused for a long moment. "AHAH-!"  Chaz finally skitted into a harsh halt, springing from his slouched postition into an upright one. He then began to talk aloud, while smiling widely, "That's it! My music has no effect on him! So i'll just have to get.. physical. Not even that Hickory could stand my lovely, seductive touching~" He purred out loud as he cupped his hands together. Yes.. this was the perfect plan, at least, the way it played out in his head it was..

Chaz took in a long inhale before clapping his cupped hand together, that wide smile only growing. He was sure to win against this cowboy! There's no doubt about that. The red headed troll slowly floated up to the top of the cliff while continuing to wear that smug grin across his face. There in the far distance lay the small town, he was ready to do this. And his movement towards the town with a puffed out chest, and proud posture, would tell any troll so.

Hickory on the other hand was enjoying the sunny day, even if he started to get odd looks from the other trolls. He looked exactly like them, if you cut off the back half off one. The cowboy brought his hands up and rested them upon his belt, his thumbs snug between it and his pants. Soft clouds of dust spun up everytime his boots hit the path, the spurs on the back ends of the shoes glitted in the sun, as well as clicking softly. He had no path, or trail, to take in mind. But his two feet led him right up to a small Saloon. One of the more friendlier ones around these parts.

"Ah, just when I think my heart knows me best. My feet show me otherwise." He thought aloud, raising up a hand from his belt to push open, one of the two, swinging doors. The cowboy took in a deep inhale of the musty smell of the place, sure this wasn't his real home, but did it sure did feel like it. Hickory slightly skipped towards the front of the bar, leaning over upon it, resting on the back of his forearm. He smiled brightly towards the troll who tended it, and gave him a nod. "The usual, if ya got it."

The bartender, who was drying off a glass cup, placed it down onto the bar gently. He then turned around to face the shelves of drinks behind him, he reached out and grabbed a pitcher filled with a white substance. What was it? He held onto the bottom of it as he poured it into the glass, he continued to pour till it made it's way to the top of the glass. "There ya are, Hick." He gave a nod towards Hickory to let him know he was done before returning the pitcher back to it's spot.

Hickory picked up the glass and brought it up to his lips before taking a small sip. "Ah, milk. Just the right drink on a mornin' like this, ain't that right, Red?" The bartender nodded in agreement with the cowboy, it is a great drink for these sunny mornings. "Indeed so, can't say i've had one ta beat it." And with that, Red went back to drying out another glass cup, and serving other trolls that made their way to the bar. Hickory may have gotten odd stares from before, but that wouldn't deminish the fact this place was very friendly.

Hickory finished off the milk in a few gulps, once he was done he placed it back onto the bar. He wipped his face clean of the drink and set a few coins beside the empty cup. "Thank ya fer the drink, make sure to save me some fer tomorrow now, y'hear?" He chuckled before turning to face the doors he came in from, and skipped his way back and out through the double doors. His hands were placed upon his belt once again as he peered around the town, what next shall he do?

That question rang in his head till his eyes caught sight of a figure in the distance. He squinted his eyes harshly whilst slowly making his way towards it. It was too far to tell if it was a troll, till.. Hickory's eyes widened upon catching sight of a vibrant red color. He only knew one troll to wear such a color.. Chaz.. Not to mention, the closer Hickory walked towards the figure in the distance, the more clear it's skin color was. Again, he only knew one troll to rock that light blue. Chaz.

Hickory's face slumped into a frown as he continued to walk. The cowboy made it past the buildings and ended up meeting the Jazz troll more towards the outskirts of Lonesome Flats. They were just far enough to be considered out of the town, and close enough where others could still see them. Hickory's eyes traveled up and down Chaz, his face curling. He.. really didn't want Chaz to ruin his bright mood, but there was no stopping him once he was here.

"An' what brings ya all the way to my home town, Chaz? Here ta ruin my mood? Argue with me? What? I can tell ya, if so, you an' yer prissy self can move along." His face was one of boredom, showing he was NOT in the mood to play this seductive troll's game.

Chaz grinned widely towards Hickory, shaking his head. He had his hands behind his back once again as he floated closer towards the cowboy. "I'm not here to argue, darling~ I'm here to physically show you I can win against you. Your strength will have no power once i'm done with you~" He cooed towards Hickory, the smile he had shifting into an ear to ear grin.

Hickory raised a brow in question towards Chaz, and how would he do that? This troll lost to pretty much any and all the arguments they've had, what was Chaz going to do now that was different? Flirt with him to death? Yeah, that would result in another win for the cowboy. Hickory lifted up his arms and folded one over the other, resulting in him crossing them. "An' how will ya go about that now, Chaz?" He pulled off a fake smiled towards him, this whole 'I will win this time' thing was getting a bit annoying.

Chaz began to float around the cowboy, at points he leaned over to get close to him. Whether it was towards the front Hickory's face, or the sides. After circling the other troll a few times, he stopped right infront of him. His eyes half lidded from the grin he continued to wear. "Oh i'll show you, cowboy pants~ And you'll regret accepting into such an easy defeat~" He said right before plancing his hands upon Hickory's shoulders....