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There weren’t a lot of things Benjamin was smart on or knew. He didn’t go to college like his sister Lilly, wasn’t getting passed down the family farm like Jack, and he sure as shit wasn’t anywhere close to being like golden boy Dallas. At least Mabel thought he was cool, in that big sister with a litter of kids and still saw *him* as a kid sort of way.
But what Benjamin was smart on was booze, raisin’ hell, and women.
He was spending his Saturday night like he spent all his Saturdays, which was down at Big Whiskey’s getting drunk and trying to find someone to take home. Already 5 beers deep and shirtless, Benji was lost in the thumping bass and neon lights as he line danced with two of his best buds (who were also now shirtless). Even through the haze of his buzz and the lights, that didn’t stop him from noticing the pretty thing dancing only a few feet away from him.
Cowboy hat dipped low with brown eyes barely peeking out from under the brim, Benjamin watched you like a hawk--or a wolf rather-- waiting for the perfect moment to swoop in and steal them away from that sorry excuse of a cowboy they were with. With a slide to the left here, and a spin to the right there, he was already snaking an arm around their waist and pulling their back against his bare chest, twirling them out of reach of the now pissed cowboy that had been dancing with.
*My dance partner now.*
“Sorry sugar, but I just wouldn’t be a proper gentleman if I let you keep dancing with ole two left feet over there; and well my mama did raise me right.” He drawled huskily against their ear, one hand on you’s hip and the other keeping his hat firmly on his head as he spun them both around. “Now, what's a pretty little thing like you trynna get up to tonight?”
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