At the rodeo. Pre-Kenzie.
@danny--anderson All week Dylan had been looking forward to this one night where everyone was planning to catch up together. The boys the girls and everyone else just pile in at the rodeo, drunk and have a good time. She'd put all the money she could aside just to be able to get drinks - though many were supplying them to her for free - and ride rides with her friends and shithead brothers. They'd all congregated in the rodeos bar where jugs were full of beer and there were not enough seats for everyone around the table. Everyone was talking at once; some catching up after days apart others sticking to their closest out of habit. Dylan found herself in the middle of it all playing a game, something she's rather familiar with. "DARE!" Dylan declares her choice as she stands at the table, hands slamming down on the wood. "Do me dirty" she flirts with one of the girls, waiting for her dare to be handed out. "I dare you to ride the bull for a minute without falling off." Dylan's face transforms into a wide smile as she is given her quest. Oh she had planned to ride the bull any way so this was perfect. "Deal." Dylan gets some encouraging noises as she parts from the table to find someone who will get her onto the bull. Staff who were probably sick of the crowd around the table already. She practically bounces around feeling like a champion before she's even sat on the mechanic device. With no reason other than confidence because damn she would not make a fool of herself. On her way she spots a familiar tattooed face. "Oi!" She points at him, ignoring the looks of people around them thinking she was calling for them. "Don't forget you owe me a drink still." She gives him a smug look, fairly sure she won their bet given she was certainly flirted with first. By him. At least that's how she remembers it. "But after I got things to do" she points towards the bull explaining her latest plan of action.
