Billie Bob Jones
The bar smelt like cigarettes, alcohol, wood and sweaty bodies. The room was dimly lit besides the dance floor that was slightly brighter. Ronaldo and Rob had somehow convinced us to visit a local bar after my winning and this time I quickly said yes.
A win was always a celebration and I figured it would be good for me to let loose a little. Clyde stayed back at the hotel because he believed he was too old to party. I figured Dita and Benedito would as well but she seemed just excited as we were. The billionaire looked like he could care less.
Everyone was in an incredibly good mood from the rodeo and continuously would stop by to congratulate me on winning once again. Ronaldo was already drunk and Rob no different.
You would not say one was a billionaire and one barely even owned a bicycle, they got along like two peas in a pod. I barely even understood what they were saying to each other as they continuously burst out laughing.
