#boneyardrodeo

[somethignnclever]

location: dollhouse burlesque time: event 1997 being broad on purpose for: open! @boneyardstarters It wasn't the attention she enjoyed, it was the rush. Similar to hopping up on the stage at Glitter, or looking down the dip of a roller coaster, singing in front of a crowd presented a unique euphoria that she happily indulged in. One round, she covered You Oughta Know after being obsessed with Alanis Morissette for the last month, and now she belted out a rock version of Helter Skelter with her own blues voice, putting a twist on the vocals.

She's beaming by the time she bounces off the make shift stage, giggling and letting her friends know she'd be back after getting a drink, stopping at the karaoke sign up list again to see if there were any other songs that stood out. Eyes dart to the side, her body shuffling over a bit so the person next to her could read teh book.

"Please, if you know what you wanna sing go ahead, I'm not sure I'm gonna go again." She smiles, handing the pen over to her new counterpart. Were they here for karaoke? Who knows, she can't hear much, but she does know one of the bands is going to go on soon, and the host would probably be wrapping up. But if they wanted to be brave beforehand, she wasn't going to stop anyone.

[ofdesertroses]

PLOT DROP STARTER: @boneyardstarters MUSE: Spencer Vitelli LOCATION: Doll House Burlesque DATE: May 30th, evening time.

Sweat drips down his face, falling along his neck to pitter patter down his chest. The top buttons of his plaid shirt opened to expose a somewhat hairy chest. Spencer is dressed almost like a cowboy in black jeans, black boots, and a purple plaid shirt that makes him stand out a bit too much. But he loves dressing like a cowboy. The rodeo was always something that he looks forward to. Ready to dress to impress whether then trying to blend in. He should’ve skipped the event considering he just lost his brother. He didn’t though. Finding a night out on town being a grieving process for the music teacher. He honestly thinks he didn’t even shed a tear. He wasn’t close to Franco. So why should he mourn him? Somewhere deep down he did, but Spencer wanted to have fun and forced himself to ignore the slight ache he felt at the idea of losing so many that he cared for. He cared for Franco. Just found it difficult to mourn him.

Like many people who mourn or grieve differently, Spencer has been at the rodeo events for the pass couple of hours. He almost went to all the events like he had planned on and decided to make his last stop for the evening at the Doll House. It has been going great. The music playing was flowing through the building and sending Spencer in a lustful feeling that made his body sway to the beat. Not only was the music good, it certainly helped that the singer was hot.

So hot that he found himself to push a little closer against the barricade that separates Spencer from getting any closer. Trying to break down the invisible privacy the guy has while on stage. He pushes his body further up the barricade. But he’s still too far away. He’s not in hands reach and well Spencer doesn’t have to be since the singer is coming to him.

Oh shit.

He was getting closer and well Spencer holds a wide grin on his face that nearly takes half his features. He can’t help it. All he can focus on is the guy and how equally sweaty hot he looks like. He can’t help the flush blush that comes across face. They mere inches away from the each other at this point. He can’t believe how close the guy is now. He can feel his breath. The country singer has Spencer’s complete attention now. He doesn’t realize the vibe I the room was changing or how chaos seems tomorrow break out.

He only knows something is wrong when he’s forcibly turned around to face someone. All he could say is “what?” In an anger voice because he was turned aszg from his future husband. He’s so mad that he barely realizes his drink is tossed from his hand. How dare this person pull him from his dream guy? “What you need better be good.”

[gxldenwxlf]

for: @boneyardstarters where: the cupid's arrow when: may 30th, 1997

The rodeo always brought in a huge crowd to the Cupid's Arrow. Wolfgang was celebrating his third year of working at the bar, and regulars, friends, and co-workers had all turned out to celebrate. While usually a server, floating around the bar, the owners had him stationed behind bar tonight, dishing out the signature drink - the rodeo clown - as a guest tender. Wolf had dressed the part, more or less; he was wearing his brown boots, a pair of dark blue jeans, a matching cowboy hat, and - of course - a brown leather harness across his otherwise bare chest.

The bar was packed, the music was high and energetic, and a large, muscle-bound bartender named Spike was waving from his seat in the dunk tank. Wolf looked up as another patron approached him at the bar. "Why, hello there!" he said with a bright smile. "Happy rodeo days. Can I get you anything? If you get a 'rodeo clown,' you get to ring the bell. But I won't tell you what's in the drink or what happens when you ring the bell."

[b4rredteeth]

OPEN STARTER capped ( 3 / 5 )

the glitter gulch, 30th of may

Matevos Hakobyan had ridden the bull four times already. He nursed a bruised shoulder, a split lip - very unfortunate altercation between his face and the bull’s head -, and more small bruises along his legs and arms. Didn’t matter though, he was hyped up and grinning. He’d lasted longer and longer every time he got on. He was planning on breaking his own record of a stellar fifteen seconds. After he had a drink to renew his energies.

“Really, you should try it. It gives you such an adrenaline rush! The falling is just part of the game, but as far as I know nobody has broken anything yet! Aside from some fingers and a toe. But hey, that’s part of what makes it funny, isn’t it? The danger of getting hurt doesn’t overshadow the sensation of being weightless for a moment when you crash on that bull!” Matevos assured his conversation partner. He gently touched his lip. Oh, was he getting a bruise on his jaw too?

“I look handsome even rugged up, right? I have a date later tonight with a pyromaniac.” Lie, this time it was a horse girl.

[unbclongings]

status: open @boneyardstarters (0/5 cap)

where: glitter gulch lounge

jibril stares at the mechanical bull in front of him, watching as other patrons try and fail to stay on it. they've never seen this sort of ride in person, only ever heard of it, so this was new to them. from what they could tell, the objective was staying on for a certain period of time. jibril had never considered himself one to back down from a challenge, so this seemed like a perfect opportunity.

he looks at one of the people in the crowd, making sure he understands the purpose of the ride. "so...is there some kind of prize for if you don't get thrown off?" they ask, voice soft with a little hesitance. "have you ever ridden one of these before? is it hard?"

[sxllout]

It wasn't every day that the rodeo was in town, and tensions had been high at the museum given all the goings-on around the city. So it only made sense to Graham to take the entire crew out for some workplace bonding. He had honestly forgotten who had suggested the bar crawl, but now that he was several beers in, it hardly mattered.

The night had been a blast so far, bouncing around the various bars in Vegas, and now they found themselves at the Glitter Gulch. Someone had bought Graham a shot, which he had surprised even himself by taking, and now he was lined up in pigsty with three others and a lasso in his hand. The next moments were a blur, but an airhorn sounded and he was swinging the lasso through the air. Within moments, and to a huge roar from the crowd, he had hooked a pig and it was in the process of trying to pull away from him. Hand over hand, he pulled the pig closer and closer in, a huge smile on his face even as mud trekked its way up his jeans.

But then a flash appeared overhead, and Graham knew - he knew in his soul - what it was. Suddenly he was three years back, in the desert with old friends... and it was terrifying. His sight went pure white as a beam of light drew his attention up. His jaw and hands went slack. The rope flew from his hands as the hog he had lassoed escaped forward with a squeal, and he slowly raised a hand to point at the sky.

"Uh," he stammered. "What -- what is that?!"

[thmbheart]

lauryn + ??? : may 30, day @ the doll house burlesque club @boneyardstarters

rodeos weren’t a thing lauryn attended. in fact, she’d never been to a rodeo before, but it reminded her of the times when she would go to coney island. or just to central park to spend a day there. sure, it was a big city like vegas, but it felt like a small town, seeing these businesses come together and make something unique and fun. she was dressed her very best for the occasion, an all denim ensemble with cowboy boots and the hat to match. but something she knew, was dancing. sunday morning clean ups in the nears home made for a family bonding that always seemed to end up in dancing around the living room and singing into brooms. she had music in her life again, but in a different way. cosmix was something she loved, let's be real. she loved coming up with melodies and figuring out slant rhymes that would make jay-z proud. but at times, she missed just singing and dancing for the fun of it. she had those moments with the girls, but they were few and far between. she found herself in the burlesque club, sipping on a homemade lemonade and watching the dancers, trying to maneuver her feet the same way the more competent dancers did. these cowboy, west coast line dances were something that lauryn wasn’t used to. sure, it had been a few years since she properly danced, but she wasn’t afraid to try. settling down her lemonade, she turns to a person sitting at a nearby table. “join me for a dance? or are you one of the ones with two left feet who can’t keep a tune?” her tone is playful as she tips her hat towards them and extends a hand.

[b4rredteeth]

OPEN STARTER capped ( 3 / 5 )

the glitter gulch, 30th of may

Zakir had never even seen a bull. Well, not a mechanical that was. He’d seen plenty cows and bulls back home. The idea of riding one had always felt a bit odd and out of the question given his Hindu/Islamic upbringing. No pigs, no cows, was his Mother’s slogan.

But this wasn’t a real bull.

So he’d, with his thrown-together cowboy outfit including boots and a hat, entered the ring and sat atop the bull, knowing full well that he wouldn’t last that long.

They’d barely given him time to secure himself ontop of the thing before it started and he was thrown off... well, basically in the first second it felt.

Then ushered out of the ring for the next person.

His hat had gone flying - so much for looking dashing while riding a mechanical bull - and disorientated after the fall, he simply walked up to the first person hoping to retrieve it. "You wouldn't happen to have see a cowboy hat flying this way, would you?"