[open]live it up, drink it down;;

[lexus]

Lexus walked into the bar, her eyes surfing the crowd. She didn’t really know many people here, well nobody actually so she’d grabbed some clean clothes and headed out to celebrate her arrival. Though it wasn’t near as fun when you didn’t have any back up so you had to ensure that you didn’t cross the line. Which wasn’t hard for Lexus since she could drink like a fish, and that was only a small amount of exaggeration. Lexus sat down, her cowboy boots scuffing the floor as she walked towards the bar, her jeans hugging her legs as she walked. She’d gone fairly simple, showing her obvious attraction to the horse world with her boots. Her shirt and jeans made her look decent, she’d been told she had killer legs so she’d wore a pair of nice jeans. She hadn’t been feeling like rocking the high heels, short skirt and cleavage top- it wasn’t really that kind of night. Nor did she want that reputation, as it wasn’t her. Well wasn’t usually her. Her shirt showed off a little bit, but it was just a tight tank top with a V neck shape to it. It was pretty easy, but compared to her John Deere worn in boots that adorned her feet, she couldn’t go all out.

Lexus tapped her nail onto the bar counter, waiting for the bar tender to stop talking to some blonde ditz that actually looked a little too much like her. That is if she had worn a decent outfit, but casual was her thing nowadays. Hey she’d thrown on some makeup and did her hair, that was a pretty big step for her nowadays. She’d become pretty much absorbed with her horses, only going home to sleep pretty much. She always aimed to be home at a decent time, but that hadn’t worked out very well ever since she always ended up schooling other people’s horses for them. Lexus watched the bar tender walk towards a guy a few feet down from her, but change his direction when eh noticed her. Oh great, just what she wanted. Lexus shook her head before smiling and giving her usual, but simple, order. “Rum and Coke” she said with a smile, that was only partially fake. The bar tender smiled, stared at her chest, then walked to fill her order, obviously wondering where the hell her easy order had come from. But she only drank margaritas and fancy drinks when she was getting drinks bought for her.

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