<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/b378/iugggcdoaop702z6g.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Courtney</span></span></strong></div></div>Hmmmph! I would have said that out loud, if I was terribly easily offended. It's pick on Iowa night at the Steel Horse, apparently. It's nothing I'm unaccustomed to, such a low population state always gets thrown i to the mix with ... well pretty much every other low population state that isn't on a coast. Rural doesn't mean uncivilized or uneducated, we have one of the best school systems in the country, and a low crime to boot. Need I even mention we were the first state to legalize same sex marriage? But yes, go on and tell me how forward thinking everyone else is.<br/><br/>I remove my "gun" from Steffy's back and pretend to pout as I break it half, and drop one piece in Steffy's drink. I take a bite out of the other half, trying not to pucker at the tartness as I bring the rest of my supply to Mechelle.<br/><br/>"I'll have you know, Iowa has some of the richest soil on the entire planet, and the soil this was grown in ... some of the best in the state. Now, we may not be famous, but we kinda like it that way."<br/><br/>I sit down on a bar stool, then turn around to look at Steffy to see what she's done with her drink. I give her a bratty *smirk,* then look at this delivery girl I've never met. She seems chatty. I give her a serious look, trying to act all offended, but a little *smirk* continues to eek out as I talk.<br/><br/>"Oh it's not so bad there, we just don't fight the misconceptions. Keeps the riff-raff out, as Dad would say. Where're ya from yourself? McClure you say?"