Penny's eyes were bright and paying rapt attention to the horses stampeding past them. She let out a gasp of joy as one of the horses inched past the one that was currently in the lead. She leaned forward, her hands gripping the metal railing as her upper body edged closer, as if keeping herself from trying to leap on the back of the horse that was galloping past.
Sheldon was quite sure that if he had even glanced at the horses since the race had begun he would have been easily been able to determine which of the horses would be declared the winner.
However, for reasons unknown to him, Penny had dressed herself "appropriately" for the event she had dragged him out to. Her hair was braided into two braids, and each of the ends rested on her clavicle and brushing up against the collar of the blue and yellow plaid shirt she had tied the tails of beneath her bust. She shifted again and his eyes traveled to the point where the metal railing pressed against her skin of her stomach. It was amazing how the tan of her skin looked against different surfaces and patterns.
A breathy gasp startled him out of his reverie and suddenly her hand was pleasantly gripping his arm. He blinked at the jolt to his stomach and wondered if this is what the others felt like when Penny's bottle green eyes centered on them. He realized she was speaking then.
"Sheldon, look!"
He thought he might have detected excitement in her voice, but all he could concentrate on was the way the blue and yellow plaid brushed up against the tan curve of her neck. His eyes finally flickered upwards to meet hers and was slightly startled when she leaned in then, a smirk on her face.
"I guess you're from Texas after all Cowboy." She drawled out in a voice that did something to his stomach. His eyes widened a bit and he simply watched her watching him before she found something in his eyes and her smirk slid into a smile before she turned her gaze back towards the horses and leaned up against the railing again.