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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He sat at the bar as far away from people as he could get and nursed a slowly warming beer. It wasn't a good beer, if anything, he hated it, but it was the only thing he could afford and frankly it hurt to know he wasn't going to end up drunk off a lone bottle of second rate beer. But was he really prepared to be left alone with his thoughts? It was never a good idea - if he was sober, he could think about things. He could question so many things and ultimately would lead to anger and quite possibly doing shit that would wind him back up in a worse spot than before.
He huffed and swigged from the bottle, wondering if somehow time made the taste better though the obvious answer was no. He kept drinking it though, trying to drown out the world in less than teaspoon of viable liquid. He found his hand shaking, leg bouncing. What the actual fuck was wrong with him? He had to really concentrate to get the actions to stop so he could try downing the entire beer in one sitting.
Somehow the beer went down with little protest, but it wasn't enough. It was never going to be enough, was it?
she hadn't planned on coming out tonight, she'd planned on an early dinner and a comfortable night on the couch. she was still recovering from the fall she'd taken the week before and while she might not have stayed resting as long as she should, while she'd been out today all she'd felt like was a night in. then when she'd actually gotten home intending to follow through on the night in when she'd felt the familiar itchy feet that had walked her right back out the door. at least after she'd showered, put on a little make up to make herself feel slightly better and she'd fluffed her hair into submission, and she'd left. she wasn't in her usual heels though, her hip would have hated her for that, so she'd settled for some tragically boring flats and hoped that the dress she was wearing would make anyone glance away from her feet.
she ordered a glass of wine at the bar, smiling her thanks to the bartender who handed it over to her and she took a sip before she glanced around the room to see if there was anyone she knew or anyone she might like to get to know. it was a mix of the town usuals, men who liked to punch above their weight when they were drunk. sober she might have thought they were cute but when they were influenced by alcohol, not so much. she swirled the wine in her glass slightly before she settled her gaze on a face she hadn't seen before. she walked across the bar to him, sliding into the stool next to him without asking for an invitation and she looked at him. "bad beer or is it just a multiple beer kind of day?" she asked as she sipped her wine, crossing one leg over the other as she leaned her elbow on the bar and turned to face him slightly.
"Bad beer or is it just a multiple beer kind of day?"
Seth dragged his eyes from where he'd been staring to the voice that spoke and took a moment to comprehend what was going on. He didn't know this person, they certainly hadn't asked to sit beside him. He wasn't bitter about it though as his eyes went back to the bottle in his hand.
"Both."
He brought the bottle up and tilted it back, drinking the remaining half bottle before setting the empty vessel down again. It was still shit. He sighed and cupped his face in his hands, debating if this was even worth the effort. Maybe if he crawled into a gutter somewhere he could deal with his thoughts by smacking his head into the ground.
He didn't really look at the woman beside him. He wasn't even sure if she was interested in talking to a piece of shit like him as he mulled over the empty bottle and if it was worth getting another beer already.
