lana-richards:
rcmemberwake:
lana bristled slightly at the man’s blunt tone, but held out her lighter to him with the tips of her fingers nonetheless, taking several long drags from her own cigarette as she surveyed him. he didn’t look like the sort to be enjoying the garish lights and screaming children that characterised the boot hill rodeo, and she couldn’t help wondering what he was doing here.
TRUMAN OFFERED A GRUFF “thanks” as he took the lighter. It was high quality, at least. It lit fast and before he knew it he was taking a long drag, and tossing the lighter back to her. Truman leaned against the truck, looking up at the sky for a silent moment. He was feeling rather self-reflective, not that he’d ever admit that. “rodeo isn’t my vibe, dunno about you,” he offered finally.








