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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Peyton smiled to herself as she reached the pier. She already had her strappy sandals hooked in her fingers and resting over a shoulder. It was late, and most people had gone to bed - rightly so - at nearly 11pm on a Thursday night, people had school and work the next day, and the lure of the beach had worn off hours ago. Peyton was wide awake however. She had no work the next day, and she'd been lounging at home when the restless need to get out of the four walls had hit her. She didn't fancy exercise, the gym or a run hadn't inspired her, and neither had a drink at the bar. She didn't want a press of people, she wanted space, and clean air to breathe.
So she found herself here, at the pier. She'd spent a good hour wandering along the beach down below, letting the sand crush beneath her toes. It was surprisingly warm, and she wore a mid-length floaty skirt and a crop top, her skin cool in the Spring evening air but not cold, despite the bare legs and midriff. She had said a passing hello to the only other people on her way to the end, and now she found herself right at the bow of the pier, leaning easily against the rails as she allowed herself to just relax and take in the moment, eyes following the flashing ship lights on the horizon.
Dodger walked from the car park to the path that led to the beach, his white westie attached to the lead in his hand. He’d kept the dog indoors for a unusually lengthy time today and had only had a few minutes to run home from work to let him out briefly for a toilet break during a quiet time at the garage. Then, just as he was finishing up for the day, a call came in for a tow which added an extra couple of hours onto his shift. By the time he’d gotten home, showered, fed max and ate himself, it was pretty much time for bed. Max however had other ideas, he’d decided it was the perfect time for zoomies. It had been a while since he’d took the dog to the beach and the late time meant it would be empty which was ideal since the dog wasn’t a fan of others.
He reached down and unclipped the lead, letting the dog shoot off after the ball he threw. He grinned and continued walking across the sand and heading up the stairs to the pier, hoping one of the vendors were still open so he could grab a snack. He let out a groan as Max tore off down the pier when a passer-by kicked his ball by accident. He jogged forward lightly until he reached the dog, bending down to clip his lead back on. He wasn’t in the mood for fishing the dog out of the sea tonight. He was about to head back towards the stalls when he noticed a woman standing by the railings. He move closer to get a better look, figuring she wasn’t going to do a ‘rose’ but he couldn’t be too sure. A smile spread across his face when he recognised her. ”The rumours are true then, you are a siren. ”
She was in her own little world as she stood there, letting her brain switch off so that she could try to wind down and sleep. It was hard on nights like this, when her brain seemed to go a million miles an hour and it was hard to settle. She would never be able to sleep right now, and though it was frustrating at least the view was pretty and the night was clear. A few people strolled past behind her but she paid them no mind, it was unlikely someone would run up and try to shove her over the edge - and if they did she hoped they used a pretty picture of her in the newspaper.
”The rumours are true then, you are a siren.” His voice brought her out of her reverie with faint surprise, an easy quirk of her lips in a little smile as she blinked and turned her head to see him. She guessed she probably had looked a bit like a figurehead of a ship standing right at the edge like that on her own. Maybe it was weird but she didn't care about what others thought. "Does that make you my jolly sailor bold?" She queried, tilting her head in a luring manner, though she didn't think he would enjoy her singing voice quite the same as a sirens.
He reached down to clip the red lead on Max’s collar, ensuring the dog wouldn’t do another runner. "Does that make you my jolly sailor bold?" He smirked, moving closer as he shrugged softly. ”Only if you promise not to lure me to my doom.” He stopped at the railing, standing beside her as he rested his back against it. He had no idea if she could even sing but her beauty alone was enough to lure somebody in. ”What brings you out so late?” He was a bit of a night owl himself but it was rare to find someone else who enjoyed being outside so late at night.
She watched him re-attach the dog, staying put where she was at the railings and letting him come closer to her. ”Only if you promise not to lure me to my doom.” Her lips pulled into a wider smile, and she tilted her head as if considering the idea. "I can't promise that, I might want to keep you forever," Her voice was teasing, knowing that neither of them were the type to hold onto things for long. She shifted, straightening her back slightly to ease the tension that had settled there was her position. She could actually sing, though it had always only been for fun, no lounge singing in her future.
”What brings you out so late?” Peyton gave a small shrug and glanced out to the tranquility of the ocean at night. "I was feeling restless," She wrinkled her nose slightly, it was a feeling she was very familiar with but she didn't always enjoy it. "I didn't feel like crowds today, just wanted to come somewhere peaceful I could breath." God was that cringey? She didn't tend to do these kinds of conversations, especially with men. She laughed slightly and gave a small shake of her head, "Anyway, isn't it late to be out walking all by yourself? Careful of those dark alleys."
"I can't promise that, I might want to keep you forever," Dodger grinned as he rested his body against the railings. ”Careful what you wish for, fast forward to next year and you’ll be waking up in my bed with a toothbrush in the bathroom” He joked back. "I was feeling restless, I didn't feel like crowds today, just wanted to come somewhere peaceful I could breath." He nodded, understanding the need for taking time to be alone. ”I get that, one of the reasons I like coming here early in the morning, it’s always empty.” He quite enjoyed his own company, with Max of course. He had quite a large social battery but even his depleted every so often. "Anyway, isn't it late to be out walking all by yourself? Careful of those dark alleys." He smiled and nodded towards the dog. ”Ah that’s what Max is for, those teeth on someone’s ankles, oof better get running.” He bent to ruffle the dogs ears, knowing full well the westie was a complete dope and probably wouldn’t hurt a fly. ”Ah well in that case, maybe you’d better walk me home, keep me safe from those that lurk in dark alleys.”
His answering grin made her lips widen in response, turning her head so she could watch him as he came to rest against the railings beside her, her long dark hair fell forward over her shoulder at the motion - loose and light curling as it had dried from her earlier shower. ”Careful what you wish for, fast forward to next year and you’ll be waking up in my bed with a toothbrush in the bathroom” Peyton laughed this time and gave a light shudder, as though the idea was concerning. "Who's to say you won't be waking up in mine?" she joked in response, "with more than a toothbrush in the bathroom," and though she was useless at relationships and the idea of it made her run for the hills, she could almost see it with someone like him, could see the appeal.. until she remembered how much they both hated commitment and enjoyed screwing around.
”I get that, one of the reasons I like coming here early in the morning, it’s always empty.” Peyton smiled, a softer one than her grin, glad that he got where she was coming from. She could have her moments of oddness - in some people's eyes. She was a social person, and she loved being around people, being busy and being out, but she did love her personal space too, and sometimes her brain got all busy and she needed a reset - somewhere peaceful to settle it. It was something she'd learned from the army from her brief stint there. But she hadn't wanted to work it out. "It's the best when it's empty, there's something about the ocean that makes you feel small, like there's so much more important than just you..." She mused quietly, and then she shook it off.
Her gaze followed his nod to the dog and she let out a light laugh, grasping his insinuation immediately. ”Ah that’s what Max is for, those teeth on someone’s ankles, oof better get running. Ah well in that case, maybe you’d better walk me home, keep me safe from those that lurk in dark alleys.” She reached down to offer Max her hand to sniff before she went to scratch him gently behind the ears. "Hit them where it hurts - fell them at the ankles, and then he can get to the throat." She laughed again and stood up once more. "I will pretend that wasn't a less-than-subtle come on, and I'll walk you home.. but I can't promise you'll be safe," Her expression darkened slightly and she winked at him, holding his gaze. Damn Dodger, there was something about him that had her coming back for more everything fucking time.
"Who's to say you won't be waking up in mine? with more than a toothbrush in the bathroom," He smirked and gave a mock gasp, bringing his hand to his chest in shock. ”my oh my, the peyton la blanc, would give me my very own underwear draw? Well I’ll be damned.” It was rare for him to even stay the night after a hook up, if it hadn’t happened in his own bed, he’d make an excuse to leave or slip out during the night; partly because he didn’t want to lead someone on and partly because he struggled sleeping anywhere else other than his own bed. Honestly, he even found it hard to sleep when his own bed had someone in it. He had however, managed to fall asleep after a night with peyton, which was unusual. "It's the best when it's empty, there's something about the ocean that makes you feel small, like there's so much more important than just you..."
He grinned slightly, looking back out at the water. ”I feel that when I’m in the water, like in a moment’s notice, the waves can change and you could suddenly be half a mile from the beach. .makes you realise you’re not invincible.” Most summer mornings he liked to start his day off with a jog then a swim. Nothing like a cold dip in the ocean to wake you up. "Hit them where it hurts - fell them at the ankles, and then he can get to the throat." He laughed and looked down at the dog as he loved the attention. ”Exactly.” Max would probably have more chance of licking someone to death. "I will pretend that wasn't a less-than-subtle come on, and I'll walk you home.. but I can't promise you'll be safe” He smiled and lifted a brow. ”Oh really? What if I’m the bad guy that usually lurks in alley’s? Haven’t you watched ‘you’? It’s always the guy you don’t suspect.” He joked.
”my oh my, the peyton la blanc, would give me my very own underwear draw? Well I’ll be damned.” She laughed at that, a carefree sound that was taken by the wind. She enjoyed Dodger's sense of humour, he just seemed to bounce off of her a lot better than some guys's she'd met. She rarely bothered to fake anything when it came to men, but she did if she felt the need to - or the want to. If she wanted to take a guy to bed because he looked good but his jokes were shit, she'd still laugh and seduce him with her charms, but she didn't need that bullshit with Dodger - it was refreshing. "I never said you could have the whole drawer," She corrected him with a sly smile. "I don't know if I can spare the room," She winked. A whole drawer sound scary enough, making room for someone else to start putting in their things, let alone anything more. Her flat was just the way she liked it.
She followed his turn of head to the water once again. ”I feel that when I’m in the water, like in a moment’s notice, the waves can change and you could suddenly be half a mile from the beach. .makes you realise you’re not invincible.” Peyton smiled at the image of it, "There is infinite more power out there than the both of us - fate and karma have as much to play in the world as mother nature." She didn't believe in star signs and all that bollocks, but fate and karma she'd seen work first hand. ”Exactly.” She grinned again, her expression softening slightly at the adorable little dog at his feet. Pey tuned toward him. ”Oh really? What if I’m the bad guy that usually lurks in alley’s? Haven’t you watched ‘you’? It’s always the guy you don’t suspect.” A roll of her eyes as she went to slide her arm politely into the crook of his elbow. "And whose to say I'm not Love?" She tilted her head and smiled up at him.
"I never said you could have the whole drawer.” He rolled his eyes playfully. ”Only half a draw? Ooh you tease.” He joked. “I don't know if I can spare the room," He lifted a brow, intrigued. ”a draw full of sexy lingerie? Well this I have to see.” Preferably like a cat walk. "There is infinite more power out there than the both of us - fate and karma have as much to play in the world as Mother Nature." He smiled and tilted his head slightly. ”Very philosophical” He didn’t really believe in fate but he did believe in karma. That was not to be fucked with. When she took his elbow, he began walking back along the peer, heading back to the beach. "And who’s to say I'm not Love?" He glanced down at her with a knowing smile. ”True. .but look how that turned out in the end.”
Her smile widened as he eye roll, enjoying their playful back and forth as she always did. It was rare for a man to keep her attention in such a way but Dodger had done well to do so - and not just that, but she still wanted to come back for more. It wasn't just how it was in the sack - though she had to admit he was one of the best she'd had in that department - but his easy going nature, there were still no strings, no drama, no expectations, but he was fun to be around as a person, and sweet without feeling like there was additional meaning behind it. She felt she had found a kindred spirit in him, that he was the same as her and that was why it worked so well between them. She didn't want more still, this was enough for her - this was perfect - but she did sometimes wonder how she had managed to fine someone that fit her mould just so well.
”Only half a draw? Ooh you tease.” Peyton laughed softly and raised a brow slightly. "You think that's teasing? I've got news for you.." She joked, thinking of the ways she normally enjoyed teasing him and it didn't involve drawer space. ”a draw full of sexy lingerie? Well this I have to see.” Peyton laughed again and gave him a cheeky look, thinking of the lingerie she did have tucked away - he'd seen some of it but she could always get out some pieces that he hadn't yet seen. "More than one drawer, you can never have too much," Pey winked. ”Very philosophical” A small shrug at that, she knew a lot of people didn't like it - and she wasn't all 'woo woo' and crystals but she was knew she surprised people by believing in a bigger power and that they were just one small blip in a world much bigger than them. It was partly why she lived her life to the fullest.
She fell into step with him easily as they headed back for the beach, tilting her head up to look at him as he looked down on her. ”True. .but look how that turned out in the end.” She inclined her head, "touche," she agreed, the corner of her lips pulling up, "but she gave as good as she got," She reminded him - and she was pretty sure Love's body count may have been higher than Joe's. "I hope you have a good night cap at yours to offer me.. or your own sexy lingerie show?" She teased.
"You think that's teasing? I've got news for you.." He smiled at the brunette's words, piquing his interest at what was in store for his future. Handcuffs? A strip tease? A whole choreographed performance? The possibilities were endless. "More than one drawer, you can never have too much," His smile widened at that. A new outfit for every night. She knew how to treat the men or women in her life. "touche, but she gave as good as she got," He grinned, nodding his head gently. "Oh she did. Joe was a fool to let a woman like that slip through his fingers." One of the reasons he didn't get into relationships was because he knew he wouldn't be able to keep a good woman. He'd always do something to screw it up since he couldn't stay faithful. "I hope you have a good night cap at yours to offer me.. or your own sexy lingerie show?" His lips curved into a smile at the mention of a lingerie show. "I unfortunately can only offer you a white or black boxer show paired with some whiskey."
She let out a laugh at his look, unable to help himself. She had to admit, he was her favourite conquest so far - she'd expected a pretty face and not my brain behind the eyes when she'd first picked him out, but actually there was a pretty mouth to go with the face, and she enjoyed it. It was much more satisfying when you could tease with your words as much as your body, it added to the foreplay - made it all the sweeter. After all, a lot of the excitement came from the anticipation and the teasing.
"Oh she did. Joe was a fool to let a woman like that slip through his fingers." An eyebrow arched, curiosity piqued as she glanced at him again. "A murderous psycho?" She joked, though she knew it wasn't that part he was talking about; more about her being his equal, for being on his wavelength. Dodger was one of the first she might say to be her equal, they were just so on the same page about life - no commitment, no promises, no deep conversations, just flirting, banter, light hearted stuff, and plenty of sex. It was perfect. "I unfortunately can only offer you a white or black boxer show paired with some whiskey." Pey let out a disappointed sigh but it was no great loss, if anything it sounded pretty decent to her. "I suppose I'll have to take what I can get, so long as it's only the good whiskey."
"A murderous psycho?" He let out a snort and smiled. ”Okay yes. . but no.” Either way they made quite the pair. "I suppose I'll have to take what I can get, so long as it's only the good whiskey." He flashed her a cheeky grin and shrugged his shoulders. ”If you think Jameson’s is good then yes.” He slipped the dogs lead into his other hand then offered his arm to Peyton before starting to walk back down the pier towards the beach.
She let out a smirk as he snorted, a sexy one at that - she didn't do creepy or sarcastic. ”Okay yes. . but no.” Peyton's smile widened, flashing her set of straight white teeth. "An interesting answer." She teased, laying a hand on his arm. It felt a little like possession, but it wasn't. She was just very good at this kind of thing, she had her way of working - though she didn't feel she had to 'work' Dodger exactly, given their history and current ... Entanglement.
”If you think Jameson’s is good then yes.” Peyton tilted her head in consideration, her hair slipping forward over her shoulder at the motion. "Hmmmm, I guess if that's all your offering... I'll take it." She let out a laugh and took the offered arm with a quick wink, tucking herself into his warm and secure side. "How chivalrous of you," She noted, with a raise on an eyebrow.
