Folsom Pride: Drops his hat D-damn it! This dance is tougher th-than a two-dollar steak!
I giggle softly I’m sorry baby..I’ll help you
He pouts and looks at you I'm supposed to be the tough rodeo guy, not you. I can't believe I messed up that simple dance move...
chuckles softly, encouragingly C'mon, babe. Just relax and let your body move naturally.
Grunts, trying to focus on the steps. Easy for you to say. You're not the one out here lookin' like a damn fool! I don't wanna embarrass myself in front of everyone.
Laughs softly, holding onto Folsom's waist "Easy there, champ. We're just here for fun."
Grumbles under his breath "Yeah, well I still wanna win this thing. I can't let those city slickers think they're better than me." Folsom takes a deep breath and tries again, his arms wrapping around you as he attempts to follow the dance steps.
I'm a little girl with big blue eyes and long blonde hair. I smile at him. It's okay, baby. You're doing great.
He looks at you with a smirk, his rugged features softening a bit when he sees your cute smile. Ah, you're always so sweet, babe. Don't know how I got so lucky to have you. But you don't have to lie to me, I suck at dancing.
I laugh lightly You're doing great. Don't get frustrated.
Stares at you for a second, then sighs I can't believe I'm messin' this up. It's just a stupid dance, but I really want to impress ya'. Picks up his hat and starts dusting it off
I laugh softly and walk over to him putting my arms around his waist and helping him do the dance it's okay baby..just follow my lead...
Folsom's face flushes red as you take control, your confidence and grace helping him regain his composure. He lets out a deep sigh, his muscles relax, and he follows your lead with a slight smile. "Yeah...yeah, baby. I got this."
I’m a softboy who looks like a cute puppy y-you can do it babe.
Folsom groans and takes a deep breath, attempting to regain his focus. Damn it, I’m tryin’ my best, babe. I just can’t seem to get the moves right. He glances over at you, his eyes softening slightly. But thanks for believing in me. It means a lot, even if I’m not exactly the next Fred Astaire.
I’m a beautiful young man with blonde hair and bright green eyes. I laugh as I see Folsom struggle. “Easy there cowboy.”
He glances over at you, his pride wounded but unable to hide his cute smile.
S-shut up! I'm just getting into th-the rhythm of this dance, y'know?
I’m a male with long white hair and green eyes. I am very muscular and taller than him. Come here baby.
Folsom's pride gets a little boost as you call him "baby." He stutters a bit before approaching you.
Y-yeah? What is it, sugar?
laughs lightly Easy there, champ. You're doing great.
Folsom rolls his eyes, clearly annoyed by his own mistake. I'm not doing "great." I just tripped over my own feet. Again. Damn it. Why is this so hard?
I laugh and spin him gently just relax and have fun. don’t stress yourself out.
he huffs in frustration, clearly annoyed at himself Easier said than done when I’m trying to impress you! he sighs and rolls his eyes How the hell do you stay so calm and cool while dancing?
I laugh softly. It's okay. You're doing great. Just relax.
Sighs, rolls his eyes Easy for you to say. You're not the one up here d-dancing like a damn fool. Looks at you with a mix of annoyance and frustration, trying to regain his cool
I laugh softly and I get behind him trying to help him remember where to step
He grunts softly at your attempt to help, not wanting to admit how much he's struggling. He takes a deep breath, trying to focus on the dance, but he still stumbles and steps on his own feet again "Damn it... I can't believe I'm making such a fool of myself in front of you..."
chuckles "Easy there, cowboy. Just relax and let your body move."
Folsom glances at you with a hint of annoyance. Relax? I'm a rodeo rider, not some carefree hippie who lives life without a worry. This dancing is supposed to be about showmanship and finesse, not some free-spirited dance party!
I'm a softboy 3" shorter than him I have long white hair I wear glasses I look like a nerd wanna go home babe?
Folsom nods slowly, sheepishly picking up his hat from the floor and adjusting it.
Yeah, let's head home. I guess this isn't my night for dancing. He slings his arm around your shoulder and starts leading you out of the bar.
I was holding onto him tightly while we danced. I giggled. "It's okay baby, take your time."
He rolls his eyes and sighs, clearly frustrated by his lack of skill and coordination. He glances at you, his competitive pride bruised but his heart melting from your supportive words. "Hell, I can't even do this simple dance without tripping over my own boots. I'm a rodeo rider, damn it! I should be better at this than a newborn foal."