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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Her stomach gave a little flip at his smirk, how was it he could make that happen when she didn't even know the guy - attraction clearly, it ruled the roost sometimes, when it really shouldn't. ”What can I say, I’m serious about my artwork.” She gave a slight nod and a smile at that, it was a fair response, and she guessed people that were serious about their hobbies or passions did it all the time even if it was messing around. She did some silly art and photography at times too. Though painting on himself was impressive; especially as it wasn't just paint, but permanent. ”Great. . when do you want to be booked in?” Adalia smiled and gave a small shrug, "I'm pretty flexible, what availability do you have?" She asked, hoping that by booking a date she'd finally get around to doing this like she wanted; and even better if it could be Mal who did it.
He was pretty sure alcohol and boredom had been the cause of half of the tattoos on his body and possibly a dare or two. Hell he’d probably let one of his friends tattoo him if they asked. .within reason. "I'm pretty flexible, what availability do you have?" He pulled out his diary and flicked through the pages, scanning the appointments he had coming up. He’d need a decent block of time if she wanted to get the piece done in one session. He moved back and forth between a couple of pages before looking back up at the brunette. ”If you want to get it done all at once, I can fit you in next Wednesday but if you want to split the sessions, I can fit you in this Friday and next Monday afternoon if that’s any good?”
She watched him pull out a diary and riled through. With being self employed, she could generally fit things around her work easily enough, or shuffle things if she really had to. She didn't like to move her clients if she could help it, it wasn't fair for them if you set a date and then moved it - it wasn't a professional thing to do. Her eyes flittered from wall to wall, taking in the prints hung up to show the talent of the artists at home in this shop. ”If you want to get it done all at once, I can fit you in next Wednesday but if you want to split the sessions, I can fit you in this Friday and next Monday afternoon if that’s any good?” Her eyebrows rose in slight surprise, not realising how fast it would be possible. "That soon?" She considered her diary and what it looked like for the next few weeks, mentally working through her bookings. "Wednesday would be good, if one session works?"
"That soon?" He shrugged his shoulders and looked up from his diary to rest his eyes on her. ”Its summer and most of the university students have gone home so things are usually a bit slower till September.” He didn’t mind that most of his clients where students, if they wanted to get something permanent inked onto their skin at the egging on from friends or other influences then he was happily going to take their money. Hell, half of his tattoos were from the same thing. He liked to take some of his holiday during the summer while things were quieter, not that he had anywhere to go but he enjoyed the down time. "Wednesday would be good, if one session works?" Malachai nodded as he picked up a pen, writing down the appointment in his diary to lock it in. ”Consider it booked.” He smiled.
She saw him shrug, unable to help but catch his far too alluring gaze. A flush bit her cheeks and she hated it, how bloody embarrassing. You'd think she'd never spoken to a guy before, so ridiculous. ”Its summer and most of the university students have gone home so things are usually a bit slower till September.” Her eyebrows raised a little. "Ah, I didn't realise students were such a big part of your demographic." She cringed internally, what on earth was she going on about. Talking demographic. He was going to think she was some kind of weirdo. She wondered briefly how many of the tattoos were stupid college kids getting idiotic things permanently inked on their bodies then, and if so how many regretted it within 24 hours. Then again, who hadn't been young and dumb in their teenage years at least a little.
She watched him pick up his pen and write it in, there was no turning back now. Well, that was a little dramatic. She could still cancel the booking if she later chickened out, but getting something booked in felt a little more... definite. ”Consider it booked.” She smiled in return, a little mix of nervousness and excitement rolled into one, especially with that damn smile on his face. Her stomach was doing freaking cartwheels, forget just the fluttering of butterflies. "Alright then... It's a date." She flushed again at her use of the word, she shouldn't have done it. God damn.