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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Harper was in the mood to ogle at a few beautiful people. There was nothing better than seeing a show at Esther’s when Harper wanted to be a bit teased. While most of the people there claimed it appeared, it didn’t mean Harper couldn’t help pay their bills. It didn’t help that Harper sang there too, so she had more access to the single tourists that came through. Summer meant steamy flings and a higher count of Harper getting tested. Even one hundred percent of Taco lovers needed to get tested.
The lounge had soft jazz music in the background and harper made her way to a booth, but her peripheral caught a familiar build. There weren’t many men in Hickstead that looked like this fellow. “Well, well...look at what the fishnets brought in. Fancy seeing you here, Jackie-o, boy-o,” Harper grinned. “Can I get yah a bevie?”
Jack hadn’t worked too long with the club, maybe a few months now. But Harper liked him. He was a bit quiet, adding a lure of mystery. He did his job well, and that was needed during the summer months. Well, all the time – but now specifically. Moses wasn’t fooling around with the new security.
Jack was off early for the evening, finished with work he'd decided to meander over to the Lounge to see what it was all about. It was better than going home straight away to do nothing exciting, and he couldn't exactly just text Aofie at this hour. So here he was in a place that was far beyond his level, far too classy for him but he was here now.
“Well, well...look at what the fishnets brought in. Fancy seeing you here, Jackie-o, boy-o,” Harper grinned. “Can I get yah a bevie?”
He turned and spotted the speaker, his face creasing a touch with a light smile as he recognized her.
"Fancy seeing you here," he said, tipping his head to her and leaned on the side of the booth, "Can't say that it was the fishnets that got me in here. I'll pay for my own drink, thanks, but mind if I sit with you? I'm very out of place here."
“Yeah, sure! And if you insist. If not fishnets. What did?” Harper asked. Jack was a quiet fellow. While Harper didn’t talk to Jack too much during work hours, she was always polite to him outside and inside of work. Though, there was something that she caught. Like security, bartenders had a solid skill of watching people’s habits. Jack had been watching his phone a bit more than he started. Not during work hours too much, but there was a glint of waiting.
“Either way, you’re in for a treat. The show is happening in a few minutes!”
“Yeah, sure! And if you insist. If not fishnets. What did?” Harper asked.
"Idle curiosity, and the fact that I didn't want to go home straight away," he shrugged, "I was only going to end up back at home, watching TV with the dogs and staying up way too late to be useful."
He glanced down at his phone for a moment before tucking it into his jacket on silent. It was largely unlikely he'd get more than a brief message from his mother at his hour and frankly, he didn't want to talk to her. He was more interested in the vague possibility that Aofie might message despite the late hour.
“Either way, you’re in for a treat. The show is happening in a few minutes!”
He raised a brow slightly, a faint smile on his face, "We'll see about that."
“Well, I’m glad we could hang out a bit outside of work,” Harper smiled. She wasn’t the person to really push a conversation, especially with someone like Jack. She wouldn’t admit that she got scared of him a bit. Maybe it was the face? Harper had seen how Jack had man-handled a few of the people that touched Harper inappropriately at work. The tourist had gotten worse. It had been a few years since someone reached over and tried to choke her out for cutting her off.
The music started to play and the lights dimmed. There were whoops and woos. Suddenly, a leg peeked out from the curtain. A trumpet blared and the first girl came out. A blonde in a bright pink set, jewels bedazzled everywhere. “Have you seen a burlesque show before?” Harper asked.
“Oh, changing to an earlier shift?” Harper asked, taking a sip of the drink she had gotten from the bar. It was fruity, something she didn’t go for too often. But a little syrup made for some sweeter kisses. If she got anyone tonight, that was. But she may wing woman for Jack if he was interested. Harper didn’t know his interests quite yet, but there was no denying he was a catch to someone. “It does a bit more of social life,” she laughed. “My roommate mainly works days so it’s rare I see him sometimes. Though it is nice when I can.”
Harper turned her eyes to the stage again. The blonde was now working the tables near the front of the stage, a few quid being handed out. Her eyebrows quirked with interest at the mention of a female friend. “A friend or a friend?” she asked, watching his face and body language.
“Oh, changing to an earlier shift?” Harper asked, taking a sip of the drink.
"I am - slowly, so I can adjust to sunlight and dealing with a different breed of stupid during the day," he chuckled as carefully swirled his own glass.
“It does a bit more of social life,” she laughed. “My roommate mainly works days so it’s rare I see him sometimes. Though it is nice when I can.”
"I can only imagine."
“A friend or a friend?” she asked, watching his face and body language.
He shifted slightly in his seat, though his expression remained unchanged, "A friend, Harper. I can dream."
She wasn’t buying it, but she let his words linger in the air. Harper watched as the dancer finished their dance and she clapped with a loud whistle. If these dancers weren’t exactly Jack’s type…That thought flashed something behind Harper’s eyes, and a somewhat sinister grin crossed her face again before turning towards Jack.
“She’s not a dream, is she?” Harper probed, lips pursed around her straw for one long, finishing slurp. “Which reminds me…I wonder if she only comes in for one drink.” This was all a guess of course. Harper knew that Jack had a lot of admirers at the club. Even though she didn't find men sexually attractive, she knew a hot person, no matter their gender.
“She’s not a dream, is she?” Harper probed, lips pursed around her straw for one long, finishing slurp. “Which reminds me…I wonder if she only comes in for one drink.”
Jack sighed as he leaned back into the seat, arms folding across his chest, "She ain't no dream, she's as real as you sitting beside me - but she's dream-like, perfect. A man like me does not deserve someone like that."
His voice took on a softer tone, something that would've seemed impossible for someone of his reputation. But as quickly as that soft spot was revealed, his eyes slid across to her again and his brows came down once more.
“Why do you say that? Have you just not, I guess, been in love per se? Or just don't think you're the person to be cared for?” The crossing of the arms could’ve meant a lot of things, but Jack did come off as more of a guarded person. There were times Harper could read something, but she hadn’t been able to stare at him long enough to pick up on too much. Now, she was getting into a bit of an intimate situation. While Jack was still a bit more foreboding, he appeared a bit more relaxed.
The hint of tonal change made Harper smile. She pushed her glass away from her, so someone could bus it. She propped her left elbow on the table and rested her cheek on her palm. “What’s one of your favorite thing about her?” Harper herself had never been in love. It never really felt to be one of her things. While she knew what a healthy relationship was, as her parents were an amazing example=the idea of commitment was scary.
