Apr 22, 2022
Closed | @flwrshops
The ranch hand had entered the bar and immediately halted in his tracks the moment his eyes rested upon the femme behind the counted. He emitted a small sigh, as he debated whether or not to turn back around and just go home, but truth was he was in a desperate state for a drink, which he usually was after a long day at work. Slowly, he decided to approach the counter and the nearby barstool as he went to take a seat, tapping onto the counter top to try get her attention. “May I have a whiskey neat?” He had asked, tilting his head a little to the side as he had proceeded to remove his hat. “Actually, make it a double. I’m sure Imma need it.”