Chance flicked the whip until it made a loud crack in the air making the patrons jump in fear and excitement. Moving around his target, he continued to flick the whip near but not touching the other male who danced and shimmied away from him in a game of cat and mouse.
"You need to move a little faster there injun!" He barked authoritatively and flicked the whip to make a small tear in his partner's buckskin vest.
Ulysses known as Thor on stage, moved his body more quickly in response, his head bonnet of feathers bobbing and weaving with his movements as he danced away from the whip wielding cowboy.
Licking his lips, Chance flicked the whip hard enough that it hit the floor with a loud slap like a gun shot, just on the heels of Ulysses' right foot, demonstrating just how skilled he was with the weapon.
Pretending he was getting hot, Chance pulled off his vest revealing his bare chest. Now he only had on his tight brown leather pants, the gun belt and ten gallon hat.
His eyes glittering, a grin of evil on his face, Chance suddenly flicked the whip allowing the tip to strike his dancing partner making a small tear in the beaded leather vest he wore. The crowd shrieked, "cut him!"