ride a cowboy; connor & tanner
Word got around that Connor rode horses, so earlier that night the manager of Nova handed him a cowboy hat and boots, along with a teeny pair of booty shorts and a heavy belt. He couldn’t help but snort at the irony, but at least he looked cute. It was a slow night, which meant the tips were crap, but it also meant that he had more time to hang out and meet people at the bar. As usual, he flirted with any man who gave him attention, no matter the age. It was good for tips. When he was finally left alone, he ordered a beer and took in the atmosphere, his gaze landing on the man he typically found himself staring at, but never got the courage to talk to. He rarely talked to boys he had a genuine interest in, and knew he needed to break out of his shell. Gripping his glass nervously, he moved over to him. “Howdy,” He grinned while tipping his hat absurdly. “Pretty slow night.”