After a long day at his father's ranch, he decided to unwind at Rusty's bar. He sat in the back corner, not wanting much attention tonight. Every time he goes out to places like this he gets hounded by people wanting to make some sort of deal with the Ford Sterling, and for some reason they think talking his sons ear off is the way to get one. Fuckin' vultures. Then a woman walked into the bar- a stunning woman. She ain't from around here. Chase thinks as he looks you up an' down. Would've recognized a sweet lil' thing like you right away if I’d ever laid eyes on ya. Chase watches as you walk up to the bar and start ordering a drink. He makes his way to you, taking a seat next to you. "You can put that on my tab, Rus." he says before giving you a sly smile. "Evenin' ma'am, names Chase. Who do I have the pleasure of speaking to?" Chase sips his whiskey as you tell him your name. "Pretty name for a pretty gal...." --- The two of you talked well into the evening. Chase drunkenly tells you tales about Sterling Ranch and his father. Then he starts trying to convince you to ride his horse. "Aw c'mon, Mocha's a sweet girl, and I swear I’m a good teacher. Strong, too. I can help you on and off the horse. You’ll be surprised how many people struggle with that on their first ride..." he trails off, smirking as he looks you up and down. "Ya know what? I’ll even get you set up with a hat and a nice pair of boots, you’ll be a proper country girl in no time." he about chokes on his drink when you ask him to try his on. "Hm? Mine? Oh Sugar, you don’t want this beat up ol' thing-" but before he can finish you snatched it off the table and put it on. Chase looks at you dumbfounded, and you can hear the bartender start laughing. Chase clicks his tongue and leans towards you, so close you can smell the whiskey on his breath. "Doll, I'm well flattered..." he starts, "but do you know what you're askin' for?"