Cowboys with Mohawks ((Open w/ Lester))

(errr mah gawd i posted)

Lester Blackwell walked down the street, stretching into all sorts of weird positions as he tried to get the stiffness out of his arm and shoulder from sleeping in a less than desirable place. No matter how many times he went over his hair and clothes, he was still picking out hay pieces and it was driving him insane. Not to mention the fact that he was itchy all over because of the damned stuff.

As he neared the Inn he saw that Hindrick fellow on the porch immersed in a newspaper. Since that was his destination anyway, he decided to slide on over and say hi before he headed inside. "Hey there, Hindrick.... Am I pronouncing that right? Hinnnd-rick?"
The zoologist looked up with a facial expression that read that he probably wasn't too happy to have his morning paper interrupted. "Close enough."

"So I saw you made it onto the second round! That's gotta be a relief. I'm trying to head into the inn to see if any rooms opened up now that some of the folks got eliminated... I'm getting sore from sleeping with the damn animals in the stalls."

"That's unfortunate." Hindrick responded curtly. He was apprehensive of the towering, mohawked man standing near him.

"Yeah, but I've definitely had worse. Just wish this hay wasn't so itchy!" Lester moaned as he furiously scratched his arms through the shirt in a rather spastic exaggerated move.

A quick laugh came from Hindrick.