WHO: @jaymendoza WHERE: Southern Drawl Country Bar & Line Dancing
There'd been a time that Georgie couldn't go near the mechanical bull at Southern Drawl without thinking of one man. A man who, when he tossed her aside for his wife, had felt like he was ripping her heart directly from her 21 year old chest. But she'd worked through it, gotten over it. And now? Now being in Southern Drawl only brought happy memories, including the ones from her time spent with the man she'd once considered her world- her future. Her heart.
Which was why, when she'd been invited out for a friend's bachelorette party, she'd hopped up onto the mechanical bull after a few too many shots. She'd watched different people try and fail, even hanging on with two hands they couldn't hang on for more than a few seconds once the bull was cranked up past the beginning level. So Georgie figured even in her formfitting black dress and three inch heels she'd have to show everyone how it was done.
After another shot of tequila for courage, the blonde strut onto the padded platform and with the help from another bar patron she'd been dancing with earlier in the night she hoisted herself up onto the mechanical bull and adjusted her grip on the rope. "Alright, Bobby!" She called out to the operator with a confident grin and free hand raised up in the air- just like she'd been taught all those years ago. "Crank it up, baby! Let's show 'em all how it's done."
As the 'bull' began to move, slowly at first before picking up the pace, Georgie kept her tight grip on the rope as her thighs clamped tightly around the makeshift bull to keep herself steady- allowing the movements to go through her body rather than fighting them. And just like every time she'd ever been on this machine, she was momentarily transported back to a hotel room somewhere in the middle of Montana, in the lap of the man she'd loved as he taught her the basics of his profession. For a moment she closed her eyes and allowed herself a singular moment to revel in the memory, remembering the way his hands felt on her hips as he guided her through the motions, before she reopened them to the roar of the crowd as they counted down her time. However, the face her gaze landed on was one she'd just revisited in her memory- one that was supposed to stay there.
Blinking a few times in an attempt to bring herself back to reality as the bull bucked her in a different direction, Georgie's head swiveled to look back in hopes that his face would be gone. But it wasn't. It was still there. And that knowledge was enough to knock the air out of her lungs and disorient the blonde enough to send her flying off of the bull and into the soft mats below just before the eight second mark. Much to her and the gathering crowd's display. However, her eight second record wasn't something Georgie was particularly concerned about in that moment as she stood up and marched her way through the crowd- ignoring the pulls and calls for her attention as she made it through and set on a determined path to her destination.
There was no way Jayden Mendoza was in Covington, Georgia right now. The universe wasn't that cruel, even to her. But once she'd zeroed in on the all too familiar face once more, Georgie knew she'd been wrong- the universe, karma, whatever it was was that cruel. But she wasn't going to let it, or him, win. So once she was standing in front of him, sure that her eyes hadn't deceived her, she did something she'd wanted to do since the day he'd told her he was going back to his wife, and she did it without thinking.
Smack! The sound of her palm coming into contact with the side of his face was loud enough to be heard over the music, causing some surprised murmurs to go through the small group of people nearby. But she didn't care. "What the fuck are you doing here right now?!" She demanded. No pleasantries, no hellos. She needed to find out why he was here so she could convince him to leave. Even if there was a small part of her that had been thrilled to see the older man again.
