Ride to the Bar|| Kathy to Georgia
“Hey there, world’s cutest rancher!” Kathy called to the woman she had met once or twice. After their initial meeting, Kathy tried coming by once a week or so just to help out and interact with the horses. All in all, she became acquaintances with the ranch owner over this time.
“How about I treat ya ta some holiday ale? Don’t fit much in the way of presents, except a little horse medicine I bought. Thought it could be useful.” Kathy called handing the girl a vial of medicine. Of course she didn’t actually buy it. She smiled, her Santa suit waving in the wind, as she raised mistletoe above their heads.
“And a Little extra somethin’ If ya want it.” Kathy replied motioning to the mistletoe.
[🐎] — “A-are you honestly gonna call me that every time you see me…!?” She regrets asking the question as soon as it leaves her mouth, damn well knowing the answer despite having met Kathy only a few times. Cheeks red, and not just from the cold, she continues, “And I wouldn’t mind goin’ to get some, but I’ve got some work I need to finish here on the ranch first.”
When she gets handed the horse medicine, her flustered look softens. “Oh…” She looks up at the other woman, a smile growing on her face. “Thanks. This’ll definitely help– w-wha!?”
Upon seeing the mistletoe, her blush comes back full force, and she waves her hand. For as tough as Georgia could be, she got worked up over some of the simplest things. “No, that’s fine! I mean, m-maybe on the cheek, at most, but otherwise I’m good! Haha…”