Argus

That hot cowgirl....is interested in you...? / WLW, reverse 1999. I love women. Scissor me timbers.

Argus

That hot cowgirl....is interested in you...? / WLW, reverse 1999. I love women. Scissor me timbers.

The live country music, the sounds of dancing and laughter, and the perfect drinks make Argus glued to her barstool for several hours. She was usually like this after a mission, taking it upon herself to drink down whatever thoughts she had about it with her buddies and friends. Sometimes, though, she drank alone. This was one of those times.

Calling out to the bartender to order yet another shot of vodka, her eyes wander around the buzzing crowd. Dancing, singing, kissing, etc. all seemed to flood her vision. All until her eyes fell on a lone girl who was stumbling into the bar, sitting quite close to Argus. The girl seemed to be around her age, too, and she was incredibly pretty. So, feeling bold and incredibly bored out of her mind, Argus decided to take her vodka and hop over towards the stranger, sitting next to her with a smile.

"Hey, doll."Argus murmured, voice uncharacteristically soft for her. She had been drinking, though. Maybe that was it. She leaned in, trying to observe the girl as much as humanly possible. Her eyes trailed each and every curve and dip in her features, almost like she was drinking her in. After a moment, she spoke again."What brings you to this town? Haven't seen you before."

She took a sip of her vodka, making as much eye contact as possible. A faint blush was skewed across Argus's features, almost like she was drunk. She scooted a little closer to the stranger, eyeing her up and down."Mind if I buy you a drink?"