#whiskeythoughts

The way he would get to watch someone fall in love with sunrises and sunsets not blocked by a built up skyline and he finds them sitting on the porch every morning and night, patting the space next to her for Jack to join as she talks about how beautiful all the colours are

How he would fall in love with their excitement as he showed them how to care for the farm, a steady hand on their back because she is slightly wary of the horses until he takes them for a ride together and she slowly but surely grows more confident

Their perfect mix of personalities that shouldn't work but does and what started as a friendship quickly gives way to something more

Your first job of the day is to check the surrounding fence for any gaps or breaks, Jack in the driver’s seat of the truck with you in the passenger. He has one hand on the wheel with his elbow resting against the open window and the other on your knee, his thumb stroking back and forth and stealing glances at your as you hum along to the radio, your eyes shining the morning sun.

When the sun is finally high in the sky you both go out on the horses, you wearing your hat that Jack had specially made for you last year - similar to his own but fitting your head

He calls out for you as he opens the door and you step out of the kitchen - not having expected him home since the mission was so secretive he couldn't even tell you how long he would be gone for

He drops his bags by the door, one of his hands reaching to take his hat off before he holds his arms out for you to run into. His arms wrap tight around you, his hat still in one of his hands and he swings you around while you pepper his cheek with kisses.

Like Frankie definitely keeps a copy of his favourite in his truck visor so he can look at it whenever he wants

Marcus appreciates the effort of how arty the photos are and if he hasn’t before it spurs him on to paint or draw you in similar poses

But imagine meeting Jack after he's retired and moved back to his ranch, taking some time to fix up the wear and tear that's happened while he was in New York. After a long day of work he decides to drive into the town, stopping at the first bar he sees.

It's busier than he thought it would be, loud cheers spilling out as he opens the door, and that's when he notices the mechanical bull in the middle. He huffs a laugh, buying a bottle of beer and going to sit at a table with a view of this evenings entertainment.

After a few hours of watching people being thrown from the bull as well as the highlights from today's game on the TV he is ready to leave but then he sees you.

Your friends cheer you on as you step into the ring, your eyes rolling at their laughter as the guy helps you up onto the bull and gets it going. You last a lot longer than you should for someone who looks like they have no experience on a mechanical bull and damn did you look good doing it.