So this is inspired by a song called the cowboy. It's pretty neat. It's my the symposiums.
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Kevin spat into the tin bucket from his seat in the bar. Two women stood in the corner, faces twisting into disgust as they watched their local "cowboy" try to impress every man, woman, and child in the bar.
But his main goal was to impress one, and that was Jessica, one of the many women that hated him.
Her red and black dress flowed down, flaunting her hips, waist, and chest. Kevin slid to the next seat to him, putting himself inside of her serving space.
She glared at the sticky man, fully knowing that he wanted her attention. "Kevin," the bartender looked at the scruffy man, "you know you can only get her service if you sit at an actual table, not the bar." Kevin, at first, glared at the man, angry with the fact that he made him feel stupid, but he decided to not do anything about it, as this was the only bar around for miles.
Kevin stood up, and walked to a table that was filled with men playing poker.
"Hey little lady." Jessica turned around and rolled her eyes at the cowboy. "Well are you gonna get me my drink?"
"You mean the one you left at the bar?" Kevin nodded his head and Jessica rubbed her left temple. The bar tender (aka the owner) looked at Jessica as a warning. She immediately straightened her back and smiled at Kevin. "I'll go get you your drink." Her dress flapped in the wind that was created my her speed walk.
"Jessica, he is a loyal customer. Treat him like one." All she did was smile at the bartender and roughly grab the drink, silently telling him to fuck off.
Jessica slammed the drink onto the table, spilling some whiskey onto the already sticky table. Her smile was still plastered on her face, but it was quickly wiped off when Kevin's slimy hands came around her waist, pulling her in tight and smiling up at her.
"You're the prettiest lady here." The tall woman's hands came up and around his arm, yanking herself out of his grip. She grunted, brushing her hair back and speed walking to the break room.
"What a fucking freak." She squirmed, eventually plopping onto a chair.
"What did he do this time?" Karla asked, as she applied a red-pink lipstick to her lips.
"He got his gross hands around me and embraced me." Karla looked at Jess through the mirror with a disgusted face.
"I don't know why Butch lets him come in. All he does is drink, get into a few fights, threaten a shootout with someone, and then pass out on the floor." Karla popped her lips and turned to look at her best friend.
"At least you're have someone kind who obsesses over you." Instantly, Karla's cheeks rushed to a red like color, matching her lipstick perfectly. "And it seems like you obsess over him too." Jess got up and left with a wink, leaving the poor girl with a racing heart.
When she got back, she was left to serve the drunken men, touchy men, and the worst of all, Kevin.
"Oh pretty lady!" His hand waved for her to come over. She reluctantly went back, expecting for him to request another whiskey. But instead she was met with a full glass and a very drunken man. "I want you," his hands came around her and made her sit on his lap, "to marry me." Fear struck her. She knew no man would help, he was the best shooter in the whole town, only being beaten once by another cowboy who no one has seen in a year. She also wouldn't have the ability or rights to reject his proposal.
Karla was standing and flirting with a bank owner, William Kal. Suddenly their attention was caught when they heard a few sniffles in an awkwardly quiet bar.
