Prompt: Hobbies
"No," Danny said for what had to be the millionth time today, "I'm not doing it."
"Yes, you are," she said as she grabbed his arm and began pulling him towards the stables. He was constantly amazed that such a little woman had so much strength, "I've been to twenty-five Yankee games this year Danny. I've been bored out of my mind at every single one. I've also stepped in gum, had to pee in one of the most disgusting bathrooms on the face of the earth, and had beer thrown on me…and I've done it all without complaining because I know how much you love it. And so now you are going to get on that horse and ride around one damn time and pretend to like it."
Danny glared unhappily, but found he had no leg to stand on. He did drag her to a lot of games…a lot and she sat through them all even when it got cold, even when it rained, even when he cursed the other team at the top of his lung.
"Fine, but if I get thrown off this thing…"
She smiled widely, "Not to worry, you'll have help."
Help meant a huge cowboy with an oversized hat helping him up on the horse, which was demoralizing enough, before he grabbed the reins and led…led Danny's horse around and around in a monotonous circle…thank goodness Flack wasn't hear of he'd never hear the end of it.
He had only been around once when he decided that was enough. He was about to tell the cowboy to let him off, but then Montana flew by on her horse, smiling happily and whistling at him.
And around he went again.
