⊰ Sugar ⊱:
► He watched her carefully, eyeing the little princess up as she dragged him to the other room. Silly little thing, she was. She wasn’t much of a lady, even if her body told him otherwise. Eyes glued on the little doll sitting on the bed, he walked towards her, propping a leg on either side of her as he grabbed for the whiskey bottle. He threw his head back, giving it a good chug before looking back over at her.
“Sorry, darlin’. But with the way I’m chasin’ you around, I’m gonna have t’ disagree with ya’ on that one.” He smirked, leaning in close to his little rabbit as he murmered, “so, ya’ wanna see just how lucky this cowboy can get?”
Sudden. With force she grabbed him by his coat and tossed him back onto her bed, as the springs made him bounce a little bit. Moving to literally pounce on him, before her pale pink lips came colliding with his own. Cupping his features in her palms, before deepening the kiss. Pulling away then, before settling back onto his torso, gazing down at him with bright azure oculars. Smirking slightly, before leaning back down, and tasting the liquored lips once more.
❝Mmmm you sure do taste good enough Sugar.❞
Murmuring the phrase against his lips, bringing her body back up. Letting her digits snag the fabric that held his large and powerful chest together.
⊰ Sugar ⊱:
► “Excellent.” He smirked, clinking the glass as any honorable man should. It’s just a shame he was anything but, but at least he could, aha, play the part for a while. “And trust me, darlin’, the best man will.” He winked at her, touching touching the edge of his glass to his lips before shooting his head back. The whiskey went down easily, the dark liquid coating the inside of his throat before he slammed it back on the counter. One down, a dozen more to go.
After about the sixteenth shot down her hatch, the young woman was already starting to sway and chuckle while she was talking. Words slurred a little bit, before she reached out and grazed her digits against his cheek.
❝So, like uhm….yer reallys good lookin. What brungs chu..to this hellhole?❞
Taking the seventeenth shot, before leaning into her elbow on the bar, and holding the empty glass to her cheek. Most men by this shot would’ve just passed out, and she would have won. This guy must have an iron stomach.
⊰ Sugar ⊱:
► “…O n l y 500?” He chuckled, leaning back just a bit. Large fingers crept up to one of the shots, his thumbnail tapping the outside of the glass as he thought over her proposition. It certainly wasn’t a wager he expected to be brought to by a woman. Amused, though, he decided he’d play her little, childish games. “Double it, and you got yerself a deal.”
❝Well I guess you’re a real contender sugar, ah you pulled my arm I guess I can double it.❞
Taking the cash out from her loose pockets and smacks it down onto the bar top, before she started to fill the shot glasses full of whiskey. Her own favorite brand. Soon as all of them were filled she brought up the glass, and clinked it against his own,
❝Cheers, may the best man win.❞
