Post by ali on Jun 7, 2013 21:43:38 GMT -6
she's a hot little number in her pick-up truck
Kenzie took a swift drag off of the camel menthol cigarette letting the smoke swirl in her lungs as she tossed it, squashing it with her Tony Lama boot heel before exhaling and walking into the building of the club. She knew that was not good to be doing in the shape that she was in, bu she honestly needed it more than ever. Sighing a little she looked down at her holy jeans, boots, and simple white lacy tank top. Her tanned skin contrasted against the tank top, and her mocha hair danced down her bust line. She was not wearing too much make, simply some eye liner, which was all the simple girl ever wore. She could already feel herself tensing up. She was not big on the social scene, but she figured she might as well meet some new friends as she was in a new place, and she needed someone. She entered the smoky bar with a slight hesitation before the music hit her ears, almost stopping her in her tracks. She knew the song, and she knew the voice as well.
Kenzie was a small town girl, things were simple and so was she. Dallas, was a big town, but living on the outskirts, on a simple ranch, made her the way she was. She was not too outgoing, but she could get things done. One thing she knew was her horses. Her horses were first and for most for her. Since she was toddler she was taught how to rope and ride, and she lived for it. Being a rodeo queen was just for shits and giggles really, her true passion was the training. Taking an unbroke colt, and working with him until he would do whatever, and anything you told him to do, then selling him, and watching him make someone a lifetime friend, that was the true pay off. Though she had two horses she would never sell not ever.
Things had been pretty hectic for the past couple of months. She had met a man by the name of Jason, and he has swept her off her feet, only to almost get into her pants. Now that has worried Kenzie. She was not that type of girl, nor would she ever be. But he had come close, much closer than any of the others. Though it has been almost a month since she had seen him, and she preferred it that way. She had chosen not to even think about him anymore. She didn't need that kind of drama in her drama free life. Plus, she had no time for a boyfriend, and no need for one. She had just never been into boys, and it would probably always be that way with her. It was just something you either loved or you hated about the girl, and that was just that. She sighed, the thoughts of a nice tall drink her her hand drifted through her mind ever so slowly.
Thinking of drinks, Kenzie turned on her heels, hair whipping back around as she moved towards the bar, leaning over it gently and smiling at the tender. "Can I get a tall glass of rum and coke, please?" Though the bartender looked a little taken aback by her order, he had been expecting something fruity, but not for her. Once the drink was placed before her, she handed him to money for it, then lifted the glass to her lips, taking a good swallow off of it, welcoming the burn in her throat. Sighing she turned back around leaning back against the mahogany wood. There was so much blowing through the slight blonde's mind, and no where to store it all. She was lost. She never should have come here.
Kenzie was a barrel racer, and she was damn good at it. Her horse was fast, and he knew his pattern. All she had to do was sit there, and hang on. She loved the thrill of knowing her horse could slip, she could get hurt, and the thrill of knowing that prize money was going home with her when she scored a 14.5 on the last run of her season. Mikey was a good horse, and the dapple would do anything and everything for her when it came down to him doing his job. Travis on the other hand, did the bulls, and that was a sprt all it own. She had watched him a couple times, and boy did she want to give it a whirl, but there was no way in hell that Daddy would ever let her climb on a bull, he knew the pains first hand that those animals could cause. Not for Kenz.
Kenzie sat alone at the bar, her hand clasping a new drink as someone sang along with the band on the other side of her. She was enjoying the drink, though it stung her throat. She was never a drinker, and never really would be, but something about the night that was flourishing around her caused her to have a few more than the normal. She enjoyed this drink, even though it's poison was strong, and she would more than likely have to pay for a cab to bring her home. She knew this well, and she would never drink and drive. Her Father would murder her if he ever found, and if she did, that man would find out. And Kenzie as we know it, would probably be no more. So she sipped lightly on it, as if sipping slower and less in one time would help keep her from becoming intoxicated. She glanced around the bar, hoping to see anyone that would strike up a good time. She could only pray someone would come along.
Kenzie was a small town girl, things were simple and so was she. Dallas, was a big town, but living on the outskirts, on a simple ranch, made her the way she was. She was not too outgoing, but she could get things done. One thing she knew was her horses. Her horses were first and for most for her. Since she was toddler she was taught how to rope and ride, and she lived for it. Being a rodeo queen was just for shits and giggles really, her true passion was the training. Taking an unbroke colt, and working with him until he would do whatever, and anything you told him to do, then selling him, and watching him make someone a lifetime friend, that was the true pay off. Though she had two horses she would never sell not ever.
Things had been pretty hectic for the past couple of months. She had met a man by the name of Jason, and he has swept her off her feet, only to almost get into her pants. Now that has worried Kenzie. She was not that type of girl, nor would she ever be. But he had come close, much closer than any of the others. Though it has been almost a month since she had seen him, and she preferred it that way. She had chosen not to even think about him anymore. She didn't need that kind of drama in her drama free life. Plus, she had no time for a boyfriend, and no need for one. She had just never been into boys, and it would probably always be that way with her. It was just something you either loved or you hated about the girl, and that was just that. She sighed, the thoughts of a nice tall drink her her hand drifted through her mind ever so slowly.
Thinking of drinks, Kenzie turned on her heels, hair whipping back around as she moved towards the bar, leaning over it gently and smiling at the tender. "Can I get a tall glass of rum and coke, please?" Though the bartender looked a little taken aback by her order, he had been expecting something fruity, but not for her. Once the drink was placed before her, she handed him to money for it, then lifted the glass to her lips, taking a good swallow off of it, welcoming the burn in her throat. Sighing she turned back around leaning back against the mahogany wood. There was so much blowing through the slight blonde's mind, and no where to store it all. She was lost. She never should have come here.
Kenzie was a barrel racer, and she was damn good at it. Her horse was fast, and he knew his pattern. All she had to do was sit there, and hang on. She loved the thrill of knowing her horse could slip, she could get hurt, and the thrill of knowing that prize money was going home with her when she scored a 14.5 on the last run of her season. Mikey was a good horse, and the dapple would do anything and everything for her when it came down to him doing his job. Travis on the other hand, did the bulls, and that was a sprt all it own. She had watched him a couple times, and boy did she want to give it a whirl, but there was no way in hell that Daddy would ever let her climb on a bull, he knew the pains first hand that those animals could cause. Not for Kenz.
Kenzie sat alone at the bar, her hand clasping a new drink as someone sang along with the band on the other side of her. She was enjoying the drink, though it stung her throat. She was never a drinker, and never really would be, but something about the night that was flourishing around her caused her to have a few more than the normal. She enjoyed this drink, even though it's poison was strong, and she would more than likely have to pay for a cab to bring her home. She knew this well, and she would never drink and drive. Her Father would murder her if he ever found, and if she did, that man would find out. And Kenzie as we know it, would probably be no more. So she sipped lightly on it, as if sipping slower and less in one time would help keep her from becoming intoxicated. She glanced around the bar, hoping to see anyone that would strike up a good time. She could only pray someone would come along.
KIVER,, MUSE-over-flowing
