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Exams had everyone slumped.
No one thought such a level of depression was possible to have within just one month, but yet here everyone was, no matter their major, minor, everyone had school piled on their back, hell even the Bean Scene was barren of any college students, all of them locked themselves in their rooms and the library, surrounded by books for this semester.
A Hail Mary, THE Hail Mary, the last exam of the semester, finally. They were free at last. Everyone knew what this meant, it was agreed upon unanimously that all of those who wanted to celebrate would go to a new bar in the town. The regular Rave wasn’t cutting it anymore, especially since the roofless architecture didn’t come in handy when a huge storm ruined…everything pretty much.
Max sifted through a pile of his clothes. “So what it’s a cowboy club? Are we even gonna have fun there dude? I dunno if that’s exactly..our scene?” Max said doubtfully
Simone piped in, sitting on her boyfriends bed “Don’t matter where the hive is my man, you just gotta buzz wherever” Max co*cked an eyebrow, essentially never understanding P.J or Simone when they get all poetry mode.
”She’s saying a good time is a good time, doesn’t matter where, just gotta trust everyone knows what they’re talking about” P.J adding in, thankfully always being a translator for Max.
Max sighed, pulling out a shirt he thought would fit the club’s western vibe “Alright man, I guess we’ll manage to find a good time, I mean we are the good time if you think about” Max said as him and his friends high fived, getting hyped for the night ahead.
“The hell do I even wear? Who do you think I am? Clint Eastwood?” Bradley said scoffing while rummaging through his large closet while Tank sat on the edge of his bed.
”Don’t sweat it baby, I’m sure you’ll find something to wear” Tank assured him as he pulled hangers out in big groups, inspecting each article of clothing.
”Alright, alright, get out though, I’m changing I’m not givin a free show out here” Bradley ushered Tank out of his room.
Loud music played, basic country music, not necessarily Max’s vibe but he could get behind it. He was wearing a baggy denim jacket, with a darker shade of boot cut jeans. “What kind of club has a themed dress code? That’s f*cking stupid..” Max thought to himself, pulling down his simple cowboy hat, he doesn’t even remember having a cowboy hat, but seems everyone magically has a cowboy hat nowadays.
They made their way to a tables, big barrels with stools around, getting a tray of beers to the table, oddly Simone didn’t comment on the drink of choice, requesting something finer for her and PJ’s pallets, in fact she managed to swig the huge jug back while everyone cheered. In the midst of the cheering, in the corner of his eyes, Max spots the Gammas. In the front and centre, was of course; Bradley Uppercrust III
His hair was rustled, a black cowboy hat on top of his hair, Max didn’t know if it was the lighting or not but his hair looked near black, rather than a previous brown. His chest was slightly exposed through his blue button up, which had at least 3 buttons down..but who was counting? It certainly wasn’t max…at all! Of course, naturally Bradley wore snug pants, hugging the right places, flaring out around his ornate boots. If someone told Max that Bradley came straight from his fancy ass Ranch down south, he may have actually believed them.
”Holy sh*ttt!!! They’ve gotta bull! Sick!” Bobby exclaimed, excited as he ran over to the bull, as Max followed behind, sh*t, he had nothing better to do.
”Five bucks” The operator stuck his hand out as Bobby rummaged through his pockets.
”Heyy man, can I spot ya five bucks..” Bobby said as he realized how bare his pockets were, Max already had $5 ready.
Max sat back as Bobby got on the bull, just for him to be immediately bucked off after 10 seconds, which stirred up laughter in, but who could blame him?
”You try it man, it’s crazyyy” Bobby said dizzily as he stumbled off.
He handed a five dollar bill to the operator as he straddled the machine, the bull began slowly rocking back and forth and Max hung on for dear life with both hands, soon the gentle rocking turned into violent jerks, his body launching up and down, bouncing on the bull, confident he may throw up from the constant motion. It didn’t take long until he was thrown off the bull onto the inflatable cushioning to aid falls, at least he lasted longer than Bobby…by 5 seconds. He heard snickering coming from behind him as PJ helped him up.
”Jesus that thing was at least going 100 miles an hour!” Max said exasperatedly, expecting the ride to be a piece of cake considering his core strength.
”Aw couldn’t handle it could you freshman?” Bradley teased, snickering with the other Gammas.
”Oh you try it then if you’re so confident jackass!” Max retorted, betting if he was unable to stay on the absolutely metal beast, Bradley wouldn’t last a second.
”Hm, I think I will actually” Bradley said in a condescending tone as he looked down at Max, using his height as an advantage over Max as always.
🎵Hey girl, go on now! You know you've got everybody lookin'🎵
Bradley slinked over to the operator, slipping five dollars then making his way over to the bull, his hips managed to sway sharply in the process, it was odd how he always did that and managed to make it work.
Got a little boom in my big truck
Gonna open up the doors and turn it up
Gonna stomp my boots in the Georgia mud
Gonna watch you make me fall in love
Get up on the hood of my daddy's tractor
Up on the tool box, it don't matter
Down on the tailgate
Girl I can't wait
To watch you do your thing
He hopped up the bull, and adjusted his hips to properly straddle his thighs on each side, making ice cold eye contact with Max the entire time. The bull began to slowly and gently rock back and forth, moving up and down in the process
Shake it for the young bucks sittin' in the honky-tonks
For the rednecks rockin' 'til the break of dawn
The DJ spinnin' that country song
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Shake it for the birds, shake it for the bees
Shake it for the catfish swimmin' down deep in the creek
For the crickets and the critters and the squirrels
Shake it to the moon, shake it for me girl
The machine picked up the pace and vigour, rocking back and forth slightly harder, Bradley slid up and down the body of the machine, holding onto his hat, now he was just showing off to be a dick, being able to hold on with one hand and showing off for the girls in the bar who crowded around. His hips bucked back and forth in rhythm with the bull, bouncing up from the machine as it propelled him up in the air as it bounced.
Aw, country girl, shake it for me
Girl, shake it for me
Girl, shake it for me
Country girl, shake it for me
Girl, shake it for me
Girl, shake it for me
As the machine jerked around, Bradley took it further by removing his shirt with one hand, okay now, this was getting ridiculous. He threw his shirt off to the side, Max expected an undershirt underneath but was just met with the sight of Bradley’s bare chest, and when he says bare, he means BARE. Absolutely hairless, tanned, and shining like a plate of gold. His waist moved around as Bradley was laughing, the machine continued to pick up its pace, Bradley had hair flying around, along with his own body, his bottom jumping up and down from the base of the bulls saddle, it’s as if the scene played in slow motion..especially when Max caught sight of Bradley’s very…VERY tight pants. As he tore his eyes away from the sight in front of him, he realized Bradley was making eye contact with him, intently. He made a point of looking right at him as his hips bucked back and forth, grinding on the machine.
Some girl whispered to the operator and slipped a ten dollar bill and the operator had maneuvered the machine to move in a way that shook Bradley’s hip so conveniently, his thighs jumping back and forth and shaking from side to side as he laughed, slightly from embarrassment but also enjoying the attention of all the women shouting for him, but as Max looked around, he oddly saw a lot of men doing the same, clapping and whooping as the machine shook Bradley around. It brought a warmth to his face, and an uncomfortable warmth to his pants as his eyes locked with Bradley’s hips thrusting back and forth..oh God what was he doing?!
What literally no one expected was for Bradley to prop himself up by the hands and twist around, and leaned back, being pushed back and forth, the screams from men managed to increase, weird huh. Towards the end, Bradley used the handle on the saddle to launch himself up in a standing position, his hips swaying with the up and down motion, before he swiftly jumped off and snatched his shirt from Tank, whom he threw his shirt at.
”See? Not so hard, is it freshman?” Bradley teased co*ckily.
It was certainly hard..
