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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Kasey could feel a warmth inside of him when his partner smiled up at him, and it only grew when she wrapped her arms around him to the best of her ability and gave him a small kiss. It was shy, but the man didn't mind that. It fit her, and Kasey knew that the public was different from behind closed doors for affection. He returned it for as long as she allowed before pulling back, the kiss still resting on his lips. A soft smile remained on his features, allowing Emelia to break her hold on him as she stepped back.
"I'm good with both," Kasey replied now, allowing her to take the lead as he walked along side her, "I'm impressed you can find gifts. I've settled for cash gifts for so long now for my kids, I don't know how to shop." It was a joke, but there was also some truth to it. It had been a long time since he had to buy something real for someone. Both Rex and Tally got a 100£ each and Heidi got a six pack. That was it. The only person who really knew how to shop for was Dog. Maybe that would change today, he just had to keep an eye on Emelia to what lit up her eyes but she turned away from, "Is the leather for your staff?"
Carolina knows why for years I roam, free as these birds, light as whispers, Carolina knows
"You will get out and do things with Dog, promise?" Kasey was caught a little off guard by his daughter's request, actually, perhaps it was more than a little. Perhaps he had gotten too used to Rex's mood with refusing to call him or feeling the need to call him 'Kasey', but the idea of his daughter worrying about him, well, he found it sad. Perhaps it was because it took him back to the past where he was a checked out father after their mother's death. The man knew very well that he wasn't father of the year for quite some time, he was lucky enough to come out of it with one child still loving him. He offered her a soft smile,"I'll be fine Tally. It's my job to worry about you, not the other way around." He thought about someone for a moment, and then carefully added on, "I have more than just Dog and work to keep me company."
The man was a little grateful that his daughter allowed the conversation of her brother naturally drop off, dealing with the idea of Rex was not something Kasey wanted to humor today. Today was all about her as far as he was concerned, that and this very sad room that he couldn't fix, "I've heard it's all the range." Tally joked besides him, "Very minimalist." A snort escaped Kasey, his cerulean eyes taking in the bare walls and student furniture, "Well, I have no doubt that you'll make it your own." One look at his daughter, and he could already tell that she was re-arranging and decorating in her head. He placed the heavy box down as designated before standing back up, hearing his spine crack as he did. Kasey cringed inwardly, "I'll go get your last two boxes and then I'll help you with sorting until you want to kick me out. Anything else you might need while I'm outside the walls of this building?"
Carolina knows why for years I roam, free as these birds, light as whispers, Carolina knows
Kasey Caufield was getting ready to leave his house, making sure his dog had enough water to last for a few hours as well as turn on the radio for some white noise. The senior Belgian Malinois followed him to the door, "Not today, boy. But I'll give Emelia your hello," he said now, crouching down to give a good pet goodbye before heading out the door. He was greeted with a chilly air, his breath puffing out in small clouds as he made his way to the truck. Getting in, he ignited the engine and drove towards downtown to meet up with his girlfriend, Emelia Bordeaux. It felt weird calling her that. Girlfriend. Perhaps partner was better. Kasey felt too old to be saying that he had a girlfriend and, quite frankly, still appeared to be a touchy subject with his kids. What did he know about her? Well, he knew enough, and the man was fine with that.
Parking downtown on High street, he got out of the truck now and locked it. Pulling out his phone, cerulean eyes clocked the preview message from Emelia, informing him that she was already waiting for him by Sweet Magnolia's. With that, Kasey made his way towards the local café now. His brain wandered, uncertain of what he would be shopping for as far as the kids went. They were both at the age now where they probably preferred money over gifts to open, even if it was the thought that counts. He wasn't even sure on what to give Emelia, other than time spent in the bedroom. A sigh escaped him, relationships were so hard when it came to this stuff. But he pushed the angst over material goods out of his head for now. Today would be a day spent with Emelia, and to Kasey, that was what was most important.
Cerulean eyes spotted her now, sitting on the very mention she had mentioned. She looked beautiful as ever, even while dressed in something as simple as plaid and blue jeans, locked into her phone. Kasey had to make sure to not startled her. He approached now, and stop short of her, casting a shadow over her before signing hello with his hands, hoping to catch her attention now. A gentle smile resting on his face, 'Hope you weren't waiting for me long,' he signed now, 'Where would you like to start?' Laid back as always, although he knew as soon as she rose, Kasey would happily greet her with a kiss.
Carolina knows why for years I roam, free as these birds, light as whispers, Carolina knows
Give Me A Day or Two, To Think Of Something Clever.
Kasey couldn't help but to arch an eyebrow at the other man, "I must be doing something wrong if you think I look like the karaoke type," he replied. He took a large drink of his beer now, before placing it down. Cerulean eyes clocked that somehow he was already half done with the pint and made mental note that only one more was allowed before he closed his tab - either that or he was going to have to order food soon enough, "Not that karaoke is a bad thing. Just...not my thing. Maybe the right person could make me do it...if I have enough beer in my system." Although Kasey tried really hard now to not feel anything from alcohol any more, he didn't even want a buzz.
It was a little interesting to hear Jeremy say that he pretty much had to force himself away from work. Guess he was a workaholic then, although if the Hotel was his home, the other man probably had a hard time staying off the clock as well. Kasey wasn't sure if he would be able to handle living where he worked. Emelia, his lady friend, did the same thing, although maybe the campgrounds were a little more relaxed than the Sea Side Hotel, "Sorry to hear that. I would find that annoying." At Jeremy's observation about the Luna Lounge owner, the older man merely nodded, agreeing with his assessment before being asked to elaborate. A shrug escaped Kasey as he leaned back in the cushiony chair now, "I don't know. She's nice. Doesn't judge. I'm sure she's listened to me a few times at the bar when she's head to fill in. Why? Just curious?" Granted, he supposed that's how bar tenders were suppose to be.
There seemed to be a pause in the conversation as the other man's brown eyes stared at him. Kasey wondered if he asked something that pushed the line, an ability that appeared to happen more often than not as of late. Kasey remained quiet though, given he wasn't the type to awkwardly try and change a conversation if he thought it was going to crash and burn. That was up to the other individual, and Jeremy finally found his voice: "It's not something for everyone. The industry runs in my family so I only had a small choice." Ah. Now the moment made sense. Kasey was tempted to remind him that everyone has a choice, that's how he got out of his own living situation when he was a teenager, but thought better of it. He wasn't Jeremy's older brother or friend, he was merely a stranger, "Ah. I see. I get what you're saying." If the other man wanted to elaborate more, that was now up to him.
At the admission that Kasey didn't look like one who would have been in the army, a chuckle escaped him, "Yeah, I don't really fit the look any more." Longer hair, a beard. All write ups that would have happened had he remained, "American. Retired now though, obviously." If one could consider dishonorably discharged as retirement. As for his other job, "Yeah? Thought you looked familiar." After all, there wasn't much that Kasey didn't know about the garage's clients or their cars, "I hide in the back. Usually let the young folk up front deal with the customers. I only come out from my office if someone tries to take advantage of them or there's a problem." When Jeremy went on to admit that all what he wanted to do was sit at home and watch tv, a gruff laugh couldn't help but to escape him. He raised his glass in cheers to that as he took another sip now, "Yeah. Daughter's entering University in the fall. My son lives on his own now, he's an....artist." It was still weird to say that, "I'm sure the universe will tell you when you have time for a relationship." He added on now, it's not like he could judge. Kasey had firmly remained serious relationship free since Morgan, although lately, he found himself growing found of Emelia, even if it had been a freak accident that caused them to meet.
Give Me A Day or Two, To Think Of Something Clever.
Cerulean eyes watched Elle as it looked like she bit back a sigh from his reaction, but he knew better than to reassure her. Kasey did and said his part, anything else further was know up to the young woman to decide. Knowing how private she was, he doubted that she would every come to him to discuss these things. The push back said it all, but at least the man offered, and that offer would stand until the day he died. Hopefully Elle would recognize that if dark days were ever ahead of her. It was best for them to not linger on it now, and Kasey surged ahead in the conversation, expressing his doubts on Dei and Dodger's ability to be mature while Heidi would be gone.
The topic felt like a good segway to move away from what was troubling Elle, and she seemed rather keen to move on from the awkward moment. So, he let her: "I'm pretty sure that's a given, but you can just embody your parental side to kick them into line, no?" A grunt escaped him at the thought of using the tone saved for his kids on those punks, "Then they'd know I'd care, and I don't think I want to let that one." Kasey said with a soft smile, "Besides, I'm more threating as a boss rather than a parental figure. What do you think?" Although, the older man was willing to bet that his own two kids highly disagreed with that statement - Kasey just needed someone to care about to become dangerous if he thought there was a threat.
A gruff laugh escaped him at the young woman's observation and her reassurance, "No, I suppose I'm not." Kasey knew every parent had this worry, and yet, he thought he'd be a little impervious to it. Maybe it was the fact that when he was growing up, his dad was out of the picture (and likely dead) while his mom was checked out (and he did little to help once he left), or maybe there really was some truth that once your child was born, they would always be your child no matter their age and you would always worry. Someone had told that to him once, perhaps it was Morgan's parents, but Kasey had laughed it off. A kid or two wasn't going to make him soft. But how wrong he had been, "I like to think I taught her right. Just don't think the worry will ever leave me...I still worry about Rex too, but in a different way." Kasey gave a little more thought before a gruff laugh escaped him, and he added on, "And since I'm American, I usually tell Tally to bring her boys home so I can discretely threaten them. I have friends back home who liked to sit around cleaning their shotguns whenever the prom dates came over."
He watched as his teenage daughter cocked her head, and Kasey knew all too well that she was mulling over how to best respond. It always seemed to be the dead giveaway, that headcock, that something either really cheeky or really sweet would be coming his way: "I think you're forgetting the way you get up from the sofa, let alone the way you clutch the rail when climbing stairs." Ah, so it was cheeky this time. Kasey wryly smiled at her, "Oh come on. Name one time you witnessed that, Tally." It was a teasing response, mainly because she would have no memories to back it up, but it was always fun to see what she would come up with as a response.
Kasey smiled at Tally's rebuke to his cabin. That was true, he did have to go hunting for a cabin. Techically, there was nothing hold him back now - Tally moved out of the house, Rex moved out of the house, yet, Kasey lingered stubbornly despite what he wanted. Perhaps it was the fact that he knew his daughter wasn't gone forever, only 9 months or so out of the year and he wasn't quite ready to subject her to return somewhere where she hadn't grown up, "True. Time is something I never seem to have." Maybe the man would have lots of time now, but that wasn't something he felt like bringing up to Tally - it felt wrong.
Speaking of wrong things though, the man realized he made a blunder by bringing up Rex now. Cerulean eyes watched as his daughter simply shrugged and turned her back towards him, busying herself with something that didn't quite exist. Kasey felt a little guilty, even more so after her choice words: "I'm sure he had better things to do." The tone wasn't one he was used to hearing from Tally, harsh, even a little bitter. He wanted to place a hand on her shoulder, to comfort her, unfortunately though, that wasn't Kasey's strong point, and he also had a heavy box in his hands, "I'm sure he has his hands full with work. The three of us will get together soon. I promise." And Kasey meant it. He was willing to die on any hill for Talullah Sloane Caufield.
She seemed to have recovered now, grabbing herself a box and leading the way now. He followed behind her closely, making sure to not knock over some poor unsuspecting college student or their worried parents. Upon entering the assigned room, cerulean eyes glanced over it for a moment and couldn't help but to be surprised by how bare and sterile it felt, "Did I send you to a prison?" he asked now, before adding on, "Where should I set this down?"
Carolina knows why for years I roam, free as these birds, light as whispers, Carolina knows
Give Me A Day or Two, To Think Of Something Clever.
Elle's firm statement about not wanting to talk caught him a little by surprise, not because Elle just quite simply did not want to talk, but more because of the firmness in her voice. Truth be told, Kasey hadn't realized that the young woman had a bit of backbone, but he supposed, just like himself, the quiet ones were always the fiercest. He held up his hands in mild surrender, backing off immediately, "I'll leave you alone. But if someone's bothering you, you let me know." And the man would stay true to his word, he wouldn't bother Elle McKenzie about her situation again unless she told him, that, or it began to affect her work. But Kasey figured that his statement did not need anymore explanation.
Their conversation seemed to recover as he gruffed over not wanting to deal with the two young male mechanics, only leading to Elle softly chuckling: "You don't think you're big, bad and mean enough to handle those two puppies?" Her words made Kasey wryly smile, mainly because those words confirmed what everyone thought of him, "I can handle them, I just assume they'll annoy me at some point or another." But that was probably a given, considering how often the man did get annoyed. It couldn't be helped though, it was just his personality at this point and he liked things to go quiet, smoothly, and for him to be left alone - which likely wouldn't be the case with Heidi's absence.
At the young woman's question about his daughter, Kasey shifted just a little, as if he were uncomfortable, mainly because Elle had guessed correctly, "Yeah." He replied, uncertain if elaboration was needed. He wasn't sure if it made him a terrible dad or not, or just stereotypical like all of the other dads out there in the world. Cerulean eyes glanced off, distracted as he mulled over Elle's next words, "I suppose. I didn't go to University, but I know what dumb teenage boys are like and it worries me. Guess that's what every dad says though. Didn't worry about Rex leaving the house, but Tally, well, it feels like a whole other ball game." And truth be told, as awful as it was, Kasey was closer to his daughter than he was his son. His gaze wandered back to Elle now, "Think I'm being dramatic?" It felt like an honest question, one that could get an honest answer.
Kasey wasn't really certain what needed fixing, but knew better than to get any deeper into this conversation than he already had. While his relationship with Rex wasn't perfect by any means, they seemed to be hobbling along now without any issues, and Kasey hoped to keep it that way. The man knew he had nobody to blame but himself, he had gotten lost in Morgan's death and checked out, and every reminder seemed to have set him off in the United States. Coming to the UK had helped him clean up his act for good, but the damage with Rex was done. Now Kasey was always playing catch up, and cringing internally every time his son called him 'Kasey' instead of 'Dad'.
The next statement from the younger man was so matter o fact, it was hard to argue at all: "how else am i supposed to improve." As always, Kasey's face remained a mask before finally saying, "Can't argue with that logic." The conversation was dying, which meant it would be time to turn to food if he wanted to last longer in this apartment than five more minutes. There wasn't tension between the two of them, but it was still something. Long had Kasey gotten used to this though.
Even from a distance, it felt like he could hear his son's spine crack as he got up, popping with each rolling joint of his spine. There was a lecture in there, Kasey wanted to give, but bit his tongue and held back. And he was glad he did, given the next words that left Rex's mouth: you remembered, "I'm your dad, of course I remembered." It came out a little gruffer than he meant to, but that was just how he was, "And they still gave me a weird look. I swear, the teenage staff there switches out so often its like by the time they remember me and my orders, it's a new kid." It probably also didn't help that the man wasn't always the warmest of customers either, "I take it you don't go often enough for them to remember you?"
He opened the box now, showing the contents before wryly asking: "So, do you have plates or are we just going to be using our hands?"
Carolina knows why for years I roam, free as these birds, light as whispers, Carolina knows
Give Me A Day or Two, To Think Of Something Clever.
"Ah...I think this place is probably too classy for karaoke," Kasey replied. Not that there was anything wrong with the past time, he could see how people get joy out of it, but it felt like something more for dive bars verses Luna Lounge or R&R. At least, that was his interpterion of how both places were run. At the question about the owner and Jeremy's admittance that he did not know the owner was a woman, caused the man to raised an eyebrow, "You didn't? You weren't joking about not getting out much then." Maybe it was sexist of him to think this way, but he couldn't imagine a man coming up with the décor or atmosphere that came with Luna Lounge, "Anyways. I guess I know Esther Muller in the fact that she's poured me a glass before, but we are not friends. Merely acquaintances." He was fairly certain that his interactions with her had mostly been grunts and very little talking on his part anyways.
He listened as the sigh escaped Jeremy, well, at least the man was well aware that he appeared to work too much. But who was Kasey to judge? Everyone had their strengths and weaknesses, some people's just appeared to be both sometimes, "I guess a hotel would take up a lot of time." Kasey mused out loud, "Props to you. It wouldn't be my cup of tea." Hospitality was never his cup of tea nor conversation, both which were required when running a hotel. He was better off at the garage, hiding out in the office dealing with paperwork, ordering parts, and making sure the mechanics stayed in line. As for the army, "I joined the army when I was eighteen and didn't look back. I was probably in it for fifteen years or so. But yeah, working at the garage here is way more low key." And had zero reminders of happier times.
This conversation felt like it all was getting a little personal for Kasey's tastes, but he also had to remember that when two strangers sat next to each other and converses, thats how it tended to go. Lots of talking about yourself and feeling the other person out, "Yeah. I like the peace and quiet of being alone. I take it you do not?" He could understand how it wasn't for everyone. Rex seemed to be taking after Kasey as far as being anti-social went, but he couldn't imagine Tally deciding to hole it up in her room - she was far too vibrant for that. A chortle did escape the man when Jeremy commented that someone 30 years or younger would be too young for him, at least they could agree on that. Their classes clinked as Jeremy joined his toast about getting old, and Kasey took a long swig, "I have two: a twenty two year old and a seventeen year old. You?" Jeremy likely was kid free, but figured it was polite to ask rather than assume.
Give Me A Day or Two, To Think Of Something Clever.
Kasey listened as the other man pretty much confirmed that he didn't come to Luna Lounge very often. It became obvious when Jeremy noted that he didn't even know that the Longue had performances, "I don't come here enough to know the schedule, but so far, everyone here can sing. I think it might be illegal in the owner's mind if she hired someone who couldn't." He didn't talk with Esther Muller very often, not that she was rude, in fact she was far from it, but the woman tended to be a little over the top for Kasey to handle in a conversation.
At least Jeremy appeared to be someone who could take a joke, since light beer tended to be an issue that some people could get sensitive over. Kasey thought that was stupid, but at the same time, he knew he was a different generation to most, "Don't know what to order half of the time?" The man questioned, taking a sip of his drink as his cerulean eyes glanced back over the other man. He took another look at that suit, and began to wonder if this was the sort of guy that overworked himself to the bone and didn't do much else. At the prompted question, Kasey just shrugged, "It's what pays the bills and what I'm good at. Used to fix things in the Army back in the States. Once my daughter is out of school and on her two feet, I'll probably retire out to a cabin in the middle of the woods with my dog." That dream always felt like a catch 22 for Kasey, on the one hand, he couldn't wait to do it, on the other hand, it meant that Tally was finally an adult, technically, and he didn't know how he felt about that.
"Lost Shores? That's one of the fancier ones in town, right?" Kasey asked, and suddenly, Jeremy made sense between the suit, the lack of a social life, and the comment about working all the time. If memory served him correctly, the Kirbys owned that and they were up there. The other man seemed to confirm as much that he didn't come here often since living here, "Don't you get tired of dealing with people if you're working all the time?" Kasey knew that he did himself, his broody attitude tended to get worse as the day went on. "I personally don't think you're missing anything at R&R unless you want a girlfriend under the age of thirty," Kasey offered as the waitress delivered Jeremy's beer. He lifted his own beer as a toast and nodded, "So here's to being old."
Give Me A Day or Two, To Think Of Something Clever.
Kasey watched as the other man took in their surroundings. They were a little off the beaten path as far as view of the stage went, but it gave them a full view of the overall establishment, to include the bar, and the people who were dining and drinking for the evening. If nothing else, it was excellent for people watching, and for Kasey, sometimes that was far more fun than watching any of the girls preform. "Yeah," he responded gruffly, cerulean eyes flickering to the stage for a moment, "I think one of the girls is preforming tonight, singing or something." Who though, he wasn't sure. Unlike some of the other men and women here, he didn't exactly come to drool over performances.
Eyebrows arched at Jeremy's order, "Light beer?" he asked wryly, "You already ordered your water..." It was a joke, given that the man liked to think that water and light beer were essentially the same thing. Who was he to judge though, its not like dark beer was everybody's cup of tea either. As the other man sat down with him now, Kasey still couldn't shrug that nagging feeling that he knew Jeremy from somewhere, and yet, it still escaped him. Jeremy admitting to having a long week hardly eluded to what he did for a living, other than he did look the part of being a workaholic, "I work over at Heidi Hunter's garage as the manager there," Kasey explained, "So I think it's always a busy week for me. People are shit at taking care of their own cars. You?" And seemed shocked when vehicles needed routine care. As for the other question, "I come here maybe once a week, or every two weeks. It's more my speed than R&R."
Plus, it was hard to imagine someone his age trying to hang out at the club that was frequented by young adults and uni students, "I take it you don't come here very often?"
It was hard to ignore the wide grin on his daughter's lips as she had come out of the dormitory building then. As Kasey stared at her, he couldn't help but to be taken over a complex sort of emotions, given in that moment, she reminded him too much of Morgan. He could see her mother in her smile, the similarities in their features striking as Tally just seemed to glow at the prospect of starting University. And while the man still felt htat lingering sadness that she was officially growing up, and leaving him to a degree, he also couldn't help but to feel happy for her, in his own gruff sort of way. Like the boxes comment.
As soon as the words left his lips, he could see her brown eyes gaze to the boxes before that infectious laugh escaped her, "I promise I left at least one kitchen sink behind for you?" She joked now, "Luckily, I'm on ground floor - so no stairs for the pack Donkey."Kasey just stared at her before shaking his head, "What? You don't think your old man can handle carrying a few boxes up the stairs?" Truth be told, he was secretly glad. Not because he was weak, that was far from the case, but it would have been annoying - especially with some of these other parents who did not look like they could handle dragging stuff up the stairs for their offspring, "I do appreciate you leaving a sink for me. Otherwise, Dog and I might be in trouble. Haven't exactly gotten my dream cabin in the woods yet."
It was funny to think about that dream cabin though, with Rex out of the house, and now Tally following suit, it was an option that Kasey could eventually start to explore. Speaking of his son, "Sorry I couldn't convince Rex to come and help." The outcome of that request to his son hadn't really surprised Kasey, knowing that he probably had already said his words of wisdom to Tally in private, and likely wanted to escape any opportunity of being stuck with Kasey when they had to drive away from campus. Truth be told, the man was a little thankful that he would have the alone time for realities of the empty nest to hit him. Cerulean eyes glanced back over to the boxes now before asking, "Where do you want me to start with lugging this?"
Carolina knows why for years I roam, free as these birds, light as whispers, Carolina knows
As soon as the question had left his lips, Kasey knew he was probably in for it. The painting was obviously of Dog, but the shock of seeing it had caught him off guard. That, and it gave him an opening for engaging with Rex, something neither of them were really great at doing with each other. Granted, Kasey knew that his son chose not to engage on purpose. Sure enough, without words and just a dramatic look between Dog, the painting, and then at Kasey himself, did Rex convey that yes, the painting was indeed of their Malinois. A sigh escaped the man, shrugging slightly before replying, "Okay okay, I deserve that look."
His gaze moved back to the painting now, just as Rex's gaze had, "It's rushed and rough looking but he's a good model." Beneath their feet, Dog's tail began to thump, knowing full well that he was being called a good boy even though those were not the exact words. The Belgian Malinois was quick to shove his head into Rex's lap now, looking for some well earned scratches. Now it was Kasey's turn to roll his eyes, what an attention seeker. His attention returned to his son though, and his comments, "I don't think it looks rough," not that Rex was really asking his opinion, and what did Kasey know about art? Nothing. But he did know something, "You're being too hard on yourself." That statement was also possibly a can of worms waiting to explode, but hey, had to try.
He nodded towards the kitchen, "Well, I brought pizza. I even did half as your weird order without the cheese." And even though Kasey was convinced he had put in that order several times over the years since moving to Hickstead, every time he did it, the kid behind the cash register was always flabbergasted.
Carolina knows why for years I roam, free as these birds, light as whispers, Carolina knows
Give Me A Day or Two, To Think Of Something Clever.
Kasey had gone through one glass of beer and now was on his second before a shadow fell over him. Glancing up, he saw a rather burly looking man, dressed all dapper like, hovering over him. He was never one to openly talk, so cerulean eyes just stared at the man - figuring that he would speak soon enough. And it wasn't long before the stranger proved his case, "Good evening, I was wondering if the seat across from you was free?" Well, that was unexpected to say the lease. Kasey, to his credit, kept his face neutral.
The man mulled over the thought, before realizing, he had nothing to loose on the offer other than peace and quiet. But Kasey always had piece and quiet, and he'll have a lot more of it now that Tally would be heading off to University, "Uh, sure, help yourself." He said now, nodding to seat before him. He took a sip of his beer now, figuring he better start nursing it considering he had company. There was something familiar about him, but Kasey couldn't place it. Not yet at least. Maybe the guy had brought his car into the shop before and he had to deal with it. He certainly looked like the sort that would rather deal directly with him and Heidi at the garage rather than some of the young help that they had at the front desk, "I'm Kasey," he introduced himself now, "Long day?"
Give Me A Day or Two, To Think Of Something Clever.
The second that Heidi decided to greet the Belgian Malinois, Kasey became certain that the dog's tail started going some ninety miles per an hour in wagging speed. A sigh escaped him, "I swear, that dog acts like I never give him a lick of attention when someone enters this office." Granted, he was like this way when they roamed the garage also. That was the one thing about being a dog owner that both humored and annoyed the man, dogs were always man's best friend until a new person entered the room and suddenly you were a day's old chopped liver. He shouldn't complain though, Dog is...well, a great dog, and Kasey knew he should count his blessings that his boss was willing to allow him to bring Dog into work - probably helped that he could qualify as added 'muscle' if needed on the intimidation factor.
Ceruelan eyes watched as Dog tried his best to nestle his face into Heidi's thigh as she ruffled his fur and touched scratched his ears before her dark brown eyes met his, "I'm here to take over the paperwork." Kasey couldn't help but to arch an eyebrow at that statement, "You willingly want to do paperwork?" He asked her now, almost incredulously. He shouldn't be surprised, Heidi was a hard worker and she made sure to be the best in the business given that she was at the disadvantage of being, well, a woman. It was a shitty thought, but Kasey knew that Heidi's gender meant that people thought that they could be dicks to her. He didn't mind watching when stupid customers or parts sellers tried to pick a bone with her, mainly because it was fucking hilarious when she dished back. The man leaned back in his chair, and raised his hands, as if washing himself clean of said paperwork, "Go at it. I'm not going to stop you," he commented gruffly now, before wryly adding, "Jason drive you up the wall today? Because I cannot understand why you would want to be doing the paperwork right now."