Yuri grins broadly and takes a swig of his soda before slamming it down on the table next to him. "You're on, man. This is gonna be awesome."
He heads right up to the bull and swings his leg over it. He has no idea if he's ever ridden a mount in his life, but it doesn't feel entirely foreign.
The bull starts up, and Yuri whoops, one hand on the pommel, one in the air.
He stays on for longer than John--by a little. The bull starts slow, but as it ramps up, Yuri's grip slips and he falls right on his ass on the thin mats. He's laughing, though, the sort of laughter that is a little forced, like he's trying to have a good time to hide pain--not pain from the bull.
He rubs his ass as he walks back to John, shaking his head.
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He heads right up to the bull and swings his leg over it. He has no idea if he's ever ridden a mount in his life, but it doesn't feel entirely foreign.
The bull starts up, and Yuri whoops, one hand on the pommel, one in the air.
He stays on for longer than John--by a little. The bull starts slow, but as it ramps up, Yuri's grip slips and he falls right on his ass on the thin mats. He's laughing, though, the sort of laughter that is a little forced, like he's trying to have a good time to hide pain--not pain from the bull.
He rubs his ass as he walks back to John, shaking his head.
"Alright, man. Beat that."