Carley
The bar is busy and loud, women walking around in mini leather or jean skirts, some of them with their shirts tied at their middle and then there are some girls with jeans like Maria and I, but everyone, and I do mean everyone, has boots on. It is like it is a requirement for entrance into the place. Maria takes my hand and pulls me to a booth close to the bar, but where there is less light and it is a bit more secluded.
"Have you eaten yet?" She screams over the music and I shake my head. I was too nervous about tonight to actually eat. If I had known we would be coming to a cowboy bar, I would've eaten something. "Alright, I am going to order some fries, just to get something inside of you before I order drinks. Believe me, you are going to need a little bit of liquor courage o
