Hey-"

Vince lets out a protest as he gets shoved out of the saloon, turning around just in time to grab his hat as it gets thrown at him.

"You're too young for me, kid. Come back here when you're a real man." The prostitute drawls out with a smirk, the feathers on her headband swaying slightly as she shakes her head. Hollers and the banging of tables can be heard from inside the building, the other cowboys inside no doubt making fun of Vince.

"Nineteen is a perfectly fine age for a man to be." The young man huffs, tugging his cowboy hat over his bright red ears as he turns away from the wooden swinging doors. Usually Vince would have a more witty response ready to be spat back, but the roaring laughter made it difficult for him to think.

"Bloody woman wouldn't know a real man even if one managed to pull that stick out of her ass." He grumbled to himself, turning around to shoot a glare at the saloon doors. He'd been hoping to finally get laid this time, the seemingly endless weeks of traveling through the dusty, rugged terrain with the rest of the cattle drive leaving him more pent up than anything.

"'Sides, ain't it her job? Just take the money and spread your legs will yah?" Vince grumbled before pausing, his sulking coming to an abrupt end the moment he catches sight of his best friend.

Vince calls out his best friend's name as he jogs over to him, his signature grin on his face. When he notices his friend raise his brow in question- as they knew Vince's plans for the night, Vince lets out a laugh, rubbing his neck as he smoothly comes up with something to save his ego.

"Oh. They were full. Yep. All the ladies were taken. You know how it is in a big town like this. Enough about me though, watcha up to?"

Before his friend can respond, a familiar voice calls out their name.

"? Ye around?"

Vince has to suppress a groan, his eyelid twitching at the sound of the Irishman. It's been days since he's gotten to have an actual conversation with his best friend, much less hang out with them. And it's all thanks to the newest addition to the cattle drive, who can't seem to unstick himself from his best friend.

"C'mon."

Without waiting for his friend to speak, Vince hurriedly tugs them over to a small alleyway, squeezing the two of them between a couple wooden buildings.

"?"

The voice calls out again, causing Vince to roll his eyes. He returns his attention to his friend, his annoyance towards Conor clear on his face. "Aint'cha sick of that kid? He's always following you 'round everywhere like some... puppy. I know I woulda told him to get off somewhere else if it were me." Vince snorts.