#( maeve & billie convo 001 )

[lawunabiding]

maeve was raised in constant stress - the tension between the walkers and byrnes hung heavy on her shoulders, both as the friend of a walker and as her family's chosen scholar to aid in their business one day; maintaining perfect grades from high school to law school gifted her an issue with migraines; and her position at a major nonprofit in the nation's capital came with its own difficulties. all of it culminated to now - she wasn't sure what was going to happen, yet the paperwork on her desk made her nervous of what's to come. it was difficult to enjoy the festival with a pounding head.

she spotted billie at a distance and bit the inside of her cheek. this facade she put on as the pristine, composed lawyer was something she needed to maintain. but his products had more of an impact on her than any pain relievers ever had. she was thankful for his discretion as he approached her with a smile.

" oh yeah? i'll have to check it out, " she answered with a smile. " ranching was never much my family's thing, but i learned to ride with some friends. i kind of miss it," she recalled fondly. it had been so long since she was in a saddle. " what about you? "

Closed starter for: @lawunabiding Location: Fair rodeo grounds

There were people that came into Buddie's Dispensary with the same energy as a child sticking their hand in a cookie jar. Maeve Byrne was one of those people. Enough so that he was fairly certain that greeting her as if he knew her as a customer would cause her to crawl right out of her skin. That was the impression he got, anyways. Hell, he could always be wrong. It never surprised him when he was. Still, he'd try to be respectful. Treat her as if he knew her from the Trading Post, as was the case with most of the area. You didn't have to shop at Buddie's to know Billie.

Maeve didn't look like the type of girl that'd get on a horse and let it throw her around -- or spin itself around barrels -- but Billie knew that looks could be deceiving. There'd been a girl, back when they were growing up, that had looked like she'd never set foot on the ground in her life much less trudged her way through manure. Turned out that she'd almost never set foot to ground because she'd spent most of her life sitting on the back of a horse. She would have out ridden Billie at any relay, if she'd decided to try her hand at it. It was entirely possible that Maeve was like that girl, and Billie wouldn't have the slightest idea. Only one way to find out.

He approached the woman with his hands in his pockets, wearing a smile, "Y'know... they have some broncs over that way..."

He pursed his lips and raised his jaw slightly, indicating the direction of the fair's rodeo, "If you were looking to get into ambulance chasing. You seen what they have over there, yet? Swear there's a horse comes up this high, right to my belly button. Right here. Bet he bucks like he's got a spring in his belly. You ride at all?"