Don't judge me based on the chapter title. Anyway, this chapter is for bstix with the prompt: "Emma and Regina go to a rodeo."

"Can I take this off now?" Regina asked impatiently, tugging on her blindfold. They had been in the car for several hours, and Regina had been blindfolded for all of it.

"Almost," Emma said, laughing at her impatience. "Consider this payback for blindfolding me yesterday."

"It wasn't for this long," Regina argued. "Where are we even going?"

"The point of the blindfold is to keep you from knowing that," Emma said. "Just be patient."

Regina sighed dramatically and sat back in her chair. Emma laughed and kept driving. What she had in mind was something that Regina would never approve of if she knew where they were going beforehand.

They finally arrived, and Emma pulled into a parking spot and parked the bug. "Okay, you can take it off now."

"Finally," Regina said, pulling it off. She looked at their surroundings before groaning. "Seriously?"

"Come on," Emma said. "It's not just bull riding. There's more to it than that. Besides, their champion bull rider is a woman. Girl power!"

Regina laughed. "Fine. But I hope you realize that the sign up front says 'Rough Riding Night'."

Emma looked at the sign and smiled sheepishly. "Whoops."

The sign proved true, as did the term "Rough Riding". The night consisted of person after person getting bucked off of horses and bulls alike, each one staying on for a little longer than the next.

"This is almost cruel," Regina shouted over the noise of the stadium. There were hundreds of people there, each shouting for their favorite rider. Talking to the person next to you was nearly impossible.

Emma shrugged. "It's for sport. Also to see who is the most macho."

Regina rolled her eyes. "Men."

Emma burst out laughing. "Not every man is into seeing other ones get bucked off of a bull. But you have to admit, it is slightly entertaining."

"I guess," Regina said. "Honestly they deserve to get bucked off. I wouldn't want some stranger jumping onto my back."

"You also don't have pointy horns and run around an arena like a bat out of hell," Emma said.

"Not that you know of," Regina said. "Don't try me."

Emma laughed. "You are ridiculous."

"At least I'm not riding a bucking horse," Regina said. She glanced at Emma, who had a slight smirk on her face. "I'm not. Am I?"

"Not a real one," Emma said. She grabbed Regina's hand and pulled her to her feet. "Come on."

"I don't like where this is going," Regina said, reluctantly letting Emma pull her along. "Where are we going?"

"The lobby," Emma said. "Nothing too special."

"This doesn't have anything to do with the mechanical bull I saw in the lobby does it?" Regina asked.

Emma just smiled. "Wait and see."

"There is no way that I am getting on that thing," Regina said, crossing her arms. "No way."

"Please," Emma begged. "I won't take a picture or anything. I just want to see how long you can last on it."

Regina rolled her eyes. "No way. I am not getting on a fake bull and letting it buck me around until I fall off."

Emma sighed. "What if I do it first?"

"Still no," Regina said. "Although feel free to embarrass yourself in front of this whole lobby."

"So dramatic," Emma teased, walking forward and paying the dollar. She took off her shoes and got into the ring, climbing on top of her bull.

Regina slowly pulled her phone out of her pocket and opened her camera app, secretly snapping photos of Emma as she hung on for dear life. The fake bull bucked back and forth, and Emma eventually fell off. She got to her feet and brushed herself off before putting on her shoes and joining Regina, who didn't even bother to put her phone away.

"You were taking pictures?" Emma asked.

Regina shrugged. "You promised not to take pictures of me. I made no such promise."

Emma rolled her eyes and mumbled something about loopholes before leaving. Regina just followed her with a victorious smile.