Violet
We arrived at a country bar called the Lonely Spur.
It was pretty much exactly what you'd expect from the name.
The sign was lit up with a rope designed to look like it was lassoing the words.
A couple wooden hitching posts sat out front for all the nonexistent horses none of us had ridden to the bar.
Country music was already pumping loud enough that we could hear it from the parking lot.
"This place is awesome."
Naomi grinned.
"Told you."
When we reached the entrance, security checked our IDs.
One of the guards immediately recognized Naomi.
"If you need anything tonight, Naomi, you let us know."
"I will. Thank you, Chase."
She smiled brightly.
I gave him a polite nod before following her inside.
Cowboy galore.
That was the only way to describe it.
Women wore every
