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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"Now I'm starting to get concerned that you want to live in your own little bubble," Bruce gave a wicked grin. "Living in a bubble sounds like fun. Especially if it was the two of us." There would be no PDA if it was only the two of them. "I could handle calling you Sir every once in a while, but I think the curtsy's might be pushing it." He laughed. "I have enough trouble with the young riders calling me mister, so I think you calling me Sir would get old really quick." He was a farmer's son, formality was a foreign thing for him. "I think we should probably be kicking them out, if we've been replaced; and it's time to find a new side piece." He pursed his lips and nodded. "I'll give them their eviction notice." He chuckled, as he had no problem telling imaginary people they could sod off.
"I've not heard of that one before, I'll keep that in mind.. the same goes for if you start slamming doors," He laughed. "Yes, but I'm smart enough to know to throw something between the door and the frame before they connect." He said with a shrug. "Liam is here- that counts as PDA... and I figured that if you don't like PDA, you clearly don't like A in general." He laughed and stuck his tongue out. "I've had it on good authority that I'm quite good at the D and the A." He said with a smirk.
As the sauce was cocoa and sugar, it wouldn't do the dog any real harm, but it was good to keep a firm no chocolate rule in place, so there was no confusion at a later date. "Okay, he can have his own!" Bruce nodded and grinned. "He'll love having his on dessert."
"Living in a bubble sounds like fun. Especially if it was the two of us." Flynn raised a brow and thought about it for a moment, tapping her chin as she considered. "Hmm I don't know.. I'm not sold on the idea of being stuck in a bubble with you." She teased, though she would absolutely live in a bubble with just them two; naturally her son would have to visit but it was what it was. "I have enough trouble with the young riders calling me mister, so I think you calling me Sir would get old really quick." Flynn chuckled and gave a slight nod, "Noted, don't call you sir." She grinned, knowing some people liked it. She was not interested in being called ma'am - it made her feel old.
Flynn saw the look on Bruce's face and she knew he was thinking up a good response. "I'll give them their eviction notice." She laughed and then nodded in agreement, "I think that's a good idea, then it can be just the two of us, finally.." then she shot a look at her son. "Mostly." She laughed softly, tucking into her banana split; delicious. "Yes, but I'm smart enough to know to throw something between the door and the frame before they connect." Flynn laughed, "Well now, don't you try and get smart with me, I'll see right through it." She warned, wagging her spoon at him and taking another bite of her dessert.
"I've had it on good authority that I'm quite good at the D and the A." Flynn raised a brow, tilting her head curiously. "Are you sure? I might need some firm proof of that." She teased. "He'll love having his on dessert." Liam grinned at that and finished his dessert, going to hop down frm the table. "Finished!" Flynn chuckled, "Bowl, please." She warned, wanting him to take it to the sink to clear up.
"Hmm I don't know.. I'm not sold on the idea of being stuck in a bubble with you." Bruce flashed a grin. "I wonder how much it would cost me to put a bubble over the property?" He tapped his lower lip in thought as he pretended to mentally tally the expenses. "We could live like Sandy in Spongebob Square Pants, just without the ocean surrounding us." Yes, child at heart. "Noted, don't call you sir." He gave a boyish grin. "You could call me Sir, sometimes?"
"I think that's a good idea, then it can be just the two of us, finally.. Mostly." He laughed. "I'll take you every way I can get you." He said with a nod before popping the spoon in his mouth. "Well now, don't you try and get smart with me, I'll see right through it." He quirked an eyebrow. "I'm sure I've grown out of the door slamming phase." It took quite a bit for Bruce to lose his temper, and he'd walk away from a situation before it got to that point, which made him good at his job. "Though I'll have you to keep me in line if I haven't."
"Are you sure? I might need some firm proof of that." He wiggled his brows. "I'll give you a demonstration, later, when we're in a less public setting." He teased back and returned to his dessert. "Finished!" He grinned, it was always amazing how quickly dessert vanished. "Bowl, please." He bit back his chuckle, though nodded his head as Liam took the bowl to the sink. "The tub is just inside the freezer door." They were a pretty fancy brand, but the tubs were small and plain, so it wouldn't harm the pup having a little treat every now and then.
"I wonder how much it would cost me to put a bubble over the property?" Flynn raised an eyebrow, pretending to look severe, "More than your life is worth," She warned - she knew he was playing and she was happy to reciprocate. "We could live like Sandy in Spongebob Square Pants, just without the ocean surrounding us." Flynn pretending to consider it and then shook her head, "No deal, I want the ocean." She pretended to sound serious, as if she was being demanding. Flynn generally didn't ask for much, there were some things she demanded out of life in general and asked of her partners, but she didn't demand. "You could call me Sir, sometimes?" Flynn laughed and wagged a finger at him, "Ahh I see, and how will I know when's the time?" She asked, tilting her head a little.
"I'll take you every way I can get you." Flynn chuckled and right on cue her mind hopped into the gutter and she gave him a wicked grin, "I know you will." She winked, glad that Liam was too young to get the jokes. At some point she knew she'd have to start watching her teasing around her son but at least by that age he'd be old enough to roll his eyes and leave the room if he didn't like it. "I'm sure I've grown out of the door slamming phase." Flynn gave him a dubious look, "Hmm, I don't know if I believe that." He was quite a big kid after all. "Though I'll have you to keep me in line if I haven't." She swallowed the mouthful of ice cream and grinned, "That you do, and I have plenty of practice with it." Being a nurse had really helped prepare her for difficult people - not that he was difficult in the slightest but between nursing and mothering she was good at keeping people behind the line.
She laughed slightly at his wiggling eyebrows. "I'll give you a demonstration, later, when we're in a less public setting." She took another mouthful as she considered the words with a hum. "I hope you're ready to work really hard," Flynn sighed dramatically, but really all Bruce had to do was pull her in close and she was won over. She watched her son trundle over to the counter top, dragging his feet just a little to prove a point but still doing it; so she didn't berate him. "The tub is just inside the freezer door." Liam perked up at that and raided the fridge for the tub, pulling off the lid and then peering into the container. "Can he have the whole pot?" Liam asked, genuinely curious. Flynn finished off her own desert whilst Liam discussed the pup's treat.
"More than your life is worth," Bruce chuckled. "You're very hot when you try to look all serious." He told her with a boyish grin. "No deal, I want the ocean." He shuddered, even the thought made him feel claustrophobic. "Can we compromise and have a moat?" He grinned again. "I'll let you design the drawbridge. I wonder how much consent we'd need for a moat?" He tapped his lower lip in thought again, pretending to take it completely seriously. "And do we want crocodiles or piranha?" If they were going to have a moat, they needed something to stop people from wanting to swim across it. "Would we have to fence it off?" There was a chance he was giving this way too much thought! "Ahh I see, and how will I know when's the time?" He chuckled, tapping her nose. "I'm sure you could be creative and work it out."
"I know you will." He chuckled and then coughed to stop himself from laughing, knowing that if he started, he'd need to excuse himself until he returned to being an adult. He took a deep breath and grinned, yup, all maturity here, he didn't at all have the mind of a fifteen year old boy. "Hmm, I don't know if I believe that." He stuck his tongue out at her. He dissected his dessert, using the side of his spoon to slice his fruit up into tiny pieces and then mixed it together with the sauce and the melting ice cream. "That you do, and I have plenty of practice with it." He offered her a smile. "And you do it so well."
"I hope you're ready to work really hard," He gave a boyish grin, he'd move the heaven and stars for her if she asked him to. "Can he have the whole pot?" Bruce grinned and nodded as he polished off the last of his dessert. "Yup, the whole thing. He can even lick the tub out of he feels the need." He carried his bowl to the sink. "I'm sure no one would notice if you needed to taste test it to make sure it's alright." He said in a conspiratorial whisper with a grin.
