Bull riding.

The bar was loud, the noises echoing off the red walls and neon light covered ceilings. The smell could only be described as thick and suffocating mixes of cologne, perfume and spilled spirits. In the center of this bar was a enclosed area with a rhinestone covered bull dressed up in a western saddle with a saddle pad and blanket underneath. A worn rope hung securely from the glittery bull that reflecting in the yellow and red spot lights above it. Around the bull was dark velvet green stanchion to limit the access of how many could go past, and of course the foam mat beneath ensuring the publics safety.

Music thumped overhead when Eliot had entered, it vibrated up the soles of his shoes to his heart. Eliot wasn't a fan of the song choices but he kept his mouth shut, not bothering with the bar, no he'd preferred to drive home safely tonight. What he was going to do was study the area with his dr. Pepper and ensure that no one ended up with people they shouldn't. The weight of his badge sat against his chest, right above his heart. He knew he shouldn't be here, but back on the road half way to the station. He had gotten so lost in the thoughts he hadn't even realized another guy had tapped him on the shoulder. Eliot only noticed when the guy leaned in to speak clearly to Eliot over the sound of the thumping bass.

"Bull ride."

The man slurred slightly, smiling like a dimwit who had lost his mind to the poision of liquor. Eliot blinked slightly, bull ride? Why would he waste his time mounting the glittery metal machine for entertainment? But his open minded thoughts drifted back and he sighed figuring what could be the harm. Eliot nodded slightly, a smile that was more of a grimace crossed his face before he mumbled back.

"Bull ride.."

Mounting the bull had to have been on of the most humiliating things ever. Everyone staring and judging him, embarrassing truly, but he had made it on. All his personal objects and drink were being watched by the operator who was on a little stand with a bunch of different buttons. The operator had dimmed the lights to lessen the glare of the glittery bull before it was moving. It was steady at first, enough for Eliot to tighten his thighs around the cold shiny metal bull and keep one hand gripping the rope. His body tripped to tense but he forced it back down everytime the bull moved a different direction. The timer was on for 10 seconds, but Eliot knew he wasn't going to last that 10 seconds. A bigger crowd had formed, likely to see the detective get his ass beat by a shiny metal bull.

The bull picked up pace, and Eliot's other hand hovered it the air as he tried to move with the bull but that was slightly difficult to do so. Eliot's heart was racing in his chest as his hand gripping the rope trembled, then a violent spin and lurch backwards and Eliot was falling clean on his back. He had tensed and lost his balance, the timer stopped at 7. 30 seconds and the bull had come to a stop. Eliot slowly sat up, tips of his ears burning as he got to his feet. It wasn't the fact he was embarrassed by falling off, more so the fact everyone saw him fall off. Now that the bull was stopped the crowd begin to leave, though Eliot had done good for being new to the bull riding thing.

Standing by the operators stand to grab his things, Eliot's ears continued to burn as he holstered his equipment back onto himself before grabbing his drink and turning away, and that very second as he turned someone had crossed his path by accident and there went his drink, right onto {{User}}.