#ft. travis

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That had been a different life. One where her sister had been alive and she’d stayed in contact with Rosie. A world where Harlow was still happily married, true love seemed attainable, and Travis still wanted to be her friend. 

But she was here in the now, a new job, a pair of pink, bedazzled cowboy boots on her feet, and a long line of beautiful women staring at her expectantly.  

Honestly, the idea of living out her own, personal Coyote Ugly reality had been too good to pass up when she’d seen the notice for another bartender. It was exactly like the one out of the movie – Marley had scoffed and called it a lazy gimmick when she’d overheard Dolly eagerly telling Harlow about the opportunity, but she’d chosen to afford the other girl some grace by ignoring her – and they’d actually liked her! Who’d have thunk it? Luckily, she had a whole bunch of bartending experience to her name, as well as the fact that she could grind her hips and line dance like her whole damn life depended on it, so who were they to say no to a pretty girl like her? 

It had taken a little while to get used to her new, darker locks, but tonight she felt like the colour complimented her outfit. She felt like a slutty, sexy, much more country-fied Barbie as she hopped up onto the bar for what must’ve been the fifteenth time that night. Her first ship had taken off with a bang! Her new coworker, Sloane – a real pretty girl with lips so plump they made Dolly feel right dizzy – had directed a beer-hose at her not five minutes ago, dousing her in a little bit of everything they had on tap, leaving Dolly drenched through, nipples perky as her crop-top turned translucent. 

She could not have been happier if she tried. Lordy, she sure needed to make sure Hunter came to see her some night. 

“Aw, hell yeah, girly! This is my jam,” Dolly squealed in delight, plucking the mic from Sloane’s hand as Shania Twain’s Man! I Feel Like a Woman blared through the jukebox and carried through their crowd of rowdy punters. 

Dolly eyed the spray of booze that had begun to puddle across the bar top, a smirk on her face as an idea popped into her head. Pushing herself up, she scrambled to her feet, boots slippery against the surface as she wobbled momentarily before steadying herself. Then, lithe as she was, she launched herself down the full length of it, head reared back as her knees slid along the bar, beer spraying every which way as she belted along to her favorite song, feeling giddy in ways she hadn’t done for weeks. 

“Oh, oh, oh, oh! Go totally crazy, forget I'm a lady!” she cried out, whipping her hair out and around her shoulders as she slid to a stop. 

Twisting her body, she allowed her ass to drop down onto the damp bar, legs dangling into the lap of a stranger as she reached forward to clutch at the customer’s shirt as she serenaded whichever sweet soul was getting lucky tonight! 

“Men’s shirts, short skirts,” she crooned, putting emphasis on the latter end as her own skirt rode up around her thighs. 

Dolly was beaming as she drew the stranger in, turning his face towards her so she could get a good look at him. 

“Oh, oh, oh... oh.” The Texan blinked in surprise as her gaze was met with none other than Travis fuckin’ Hutton. 

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“This feels entirely loaded but in the spirit of the game… I’d pie Nate simply because he brings up seeing my side boob any chance he gets, marry Travis- even with Mrs. Wilson and our boys trying to make Shane my husband, and I guess that leaves snogging Shane… even though that feels unnatural to even say.”

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