Welcome to Hickstead, home to both Seven Oak Stables, and Blue Acre - two rival stables. Both offer opportunities for their clients to reach the highest level of excellence. Each stable differs from the other, so choose wisely and never forget, loyalty is everything... Meanwhile as the stables battle it out, there's trouble brewing at the university. Be careful, if you don't pick a side you may get caught in the cross-fire...
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Deimos was up for a challenge. He was in that kind of mood where he wanted someone to make him work for it. He could have gone to someone he knew would do that - someone who would tease and taunt him but then release him and give in, but he didn't want someone he'd already had. He wanted someone new. Everything had been far too easy recently, people had succumbed to his flirting like it was going out of fashion, folding at the smallest trace of his fingers down their sides, falling into his bed at the barest whisper of his lips on theirs. Great, it entertained him for a short while, and it settled that ache in his stomach that rose hungry for more with every morning he woke. But sometimes it wasn't enough, it was too easy, too simple. He wanted to be put to work, to have to think about it.
He changed bars for the night, moving further away from the campus and his usual haunts and ending up in a young person's bar of choice in the local city. He'd gone alone, leaving his friends to whatever they were up to that evening - he hadn't checked in with them and no doubt they'd chastise him for it later, berating him that they'd wanted to come out drinking too or something of the similar. But this was his mission tonight and he didn't need a wingman, or a wingwoman, and didn't want to have to look out for anyone else this evening as always was his MO when he went out with his friends - particularly the girls. Setting himself up on a stool, he ordered his favourite whiskey and took a sip as his eyes perused the opportunities available to him.
Drinking wasn't usually Molly's thing. Really, she only went out on occasion - most often on Danny's birthday when he wasn't home to celebrate it, or after a mildly stressful day managing incoming and out going patients at the hospital. She loved her job, she wouldn't trade it in for the world, but some days it ran her to the floor.
She had texted her friends to see if they were willing to come out and have a drink with her, but she got no reply so she shrugged it off and decided to go on her own for once. It wasn't something she did normally, but she'd been to the clubs enough that she felt mostly safe attending one on her own. She might just meet one of her friends there already three parts wasted and see the other side of them. Not that she would stop being their friend, not by a long chalk.
She made her way in once she showed her ID and made it up to the bar and waited her turn before she was served, asking for a Gin and Tonic to start off her night. She sat and waited, looking a little out of place off to the side of some bikers who were talking loudly about something she couldn't make out. She didn't mind, after all, this was a club. Not everywhere could be church quiet. With her drink in front of her, she sipped at her drink, paying vague attention to what was playing on the speakers around her. It wasn't her sort of music, but that wasn't why she was in.
The pickings were somewhat slim this evening, even he had to admit. Dei might not be particularly fussy when it came to his shags - whether they were older or younger than him, as long as they were legal - whether they were gay or straight or bisexual, whether they were male or female or somewhere in between. He just gave a shit about whether they were attractive and if he was interested. End of. He wrinkled his nose at a couple of people who passed by and looked him over; not interested. He still had standards to maintain after all - 9's of above for Dei, personality had nothing to do with it. He gaze fell instead to a newcomer at the bar as a few more people filtered in with the next wave of entries.
A pretty little redhead snagged his eye. He watched her curiously for a moment as she ordered, making note of her drink as he swirled his whiskey twice around the glass and then swigged it. Then he rose from his seat at the bar and headed on over. She was cute looking - and he made assumptions in five seconds flat about her. She was out of place, conspicuously so, and he knew without talking to her that she'd be so sweet his teeth would hurt. But a different flavour to his recent choosings. He left his glass behind, having drained the last of it before he went to her. Dei leant against the bar, propping his hip against the brick beneath the counter top as he forced her attention. "I would ask you if you'd like a drink but..." He looked pointedly at her full drink. "How about a shot instead? Your choice." He offered.
It didn't take too long for her to start wondering why she'd even bothered coming out. There was just something about sitting at a bar alone that felt ridiculously depressing and stupid.
"I would ask you if you'd like a drink but..." He looked pointedly at her full drink. "How about a shot instead? Your choice." He offered.
She looked up, curious at the voice that spoke - taking a moment to register that it was her being addressed. She took in his face - gods he was handsome - and smiled back politely.
"How about you hold onto that drink for a few moments while I finish mine?" she replied, trying and failing to rein in her bubbly personality a bit.
Her friends had always said she could be too much to handle straight away, and that was probably why she hadn't found a guy. She wasn't entirely sure if that was the whole truth of the matter, but she tried all the same to not be an instant light-bulb of happiness.
It could easily go one of two ways when he approached someone - and it did depend on the gender. He was smooth talking, good looking and tall with broad shoulders - the typical tall dark and handsome type, with a naturally broody expression that girls often commented belonged on he cover of romance novels. He detested that, but for the sake of a shag would chuckle it off and let them dream that he fit that horrific archetype. Shame he was the last person on earth that you'd want to be the character in your romance novel. Perhaps as the asshole bad guy at the beginning who broke the main characters pretty little heart.
Generally, it rarely went south for Dei - because of the above - and he didn't care for boyfriends or other attempted claims to put him off. It was only if the woman was uninterested or his charms somehow failed him that he got the middle finger. He didn't like to blame those instances on himself - they were clearly one of the few who were loyal to their other halves or on a detox from men. Guys were different, he was usually good at picking up who would and wouldn't swing his way - and those who could be tempted. It lessened the turning down, and it wasn't a self preservation thing but just because he didn't bother wasting his efforts on straight men who were scared of any dick but their own.
A smile though - that was a good start. "How about you hold onto that drink for a few moments while I finish mine?" He allowed himself to grin. Such a smile always seemed to transform his face that little bit; warmth wasn't natural for him, it never had been. He didn't really grin unless with friends but it was easy enough to fake it for a pretty face at the bar. "That, I can do as long as you'll allow me conversation in the mean time?" He responded smoothly, tilting his head. "I'm Dei," He introduced. Some of his friends didn't do names; he didn't see why not. Only an idiot was stupid enough to forget it before their conquest had left their bed.
"That, I can do as long as you'll allow me conversation in the mean time?" He responded smoothly, tilting his head, "I'm Dei."
Her smile didn't waver as she nodded to his request, "I can certainly allow you some conversation in the mean time, though you'll have to forgive how boring I am."
It wasn't a lie either - Molly knew how limited her conversation pallete was on the best of days, and frankly, she wasn't sure how she managed to be as social as she was at the best of times with such a limited spectrum of things to talk about.
"I'm Molly."
She studied his face as she sipped her drink - and found, even with the cute little smile, he was handsome. Why was such a good looking guy talking to her, of all people? Maybe she should've worn something a little more flashy or something, but now she felt a little to casual. But maybe that was good right? She'd have to talk to Ama about stuff like this, she'd have more of an idea right?
"So tell me what you do for work?"
She regretted the words the moment she spoke - how stupid was that question?
That bright smile told him everything he needed to know. Easy pickings. Maybe too easy. He could walk away, but something held him there, compelling him that she was going to be worth the minimal effort. "I can certainly allow you some conversation in the mean time, though you'll have to forgive how boring I am." he raised a brow at that. The girl clearly had no experience with flirting if that was the way she was going to tell herself. He snorted at that and made a point to grin a little. "Don't be absurd, there's no way that's true." Urgh, even be felt a little ill at the words flowing from his mouth. How could people fall for it so easily?
"I'm Molly." He smiled again and filed the name away in the over flowing drawer of women's names. Such a homemaker name, Molly. Very English. Very sweet. It fit her. Weirdly that didn't sound like a compliment coming from him. "Good to meet you, Molly." He always felt those sentiments were so fake, nobody knew if it was good to meet someone until they knew what they would or wouldn't get for it. He knew certain as shit Molly wouldn't be thankful to meet him if she knew what he had in mind for her. Then again, perhaps she'd surprise him. Women liked to hear it though, the niceties, the use of their name. A show he had listened and remembered in the last three seconds.
"So tell me what you do for work?" His brows raised slightly, training his face to not show his thoughts. Was this an interview? He was rarely asked something like that as a first question in a bar of all places. "I'm a student at the university, but also a part time mechanic." Not a lot of people knew that, though he didn't keep it a secret. People assumed he didn't know how to work, thinking him to be moody, miserable and lazy. Partly it was why he kept later hours at work than the early birds, but it meant the evening hours were covered without a fuss and he didn't have to make idle chat to co workers he didn't care a toss about. He liked cars though. The only reason he liked the job. "How about yourself?" Always bring it back to the girl, they loved to gush about themselves.
