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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Shiloh threw back the shot on the count of three and then grinned as she leaned forward and took the piece of lime from the meat-head jock with a slightly slopped kiss. Not as hot as she'd had before. Biting into the second hand lime to chase away the burn of tequila, she pulled away from the guy, forcing him to release his arms that had hooked around her waist in a possessive manner. He wasn't doing it for her, not tonight. He wasn't one she'd used before, not a regular, but for whatever reason she just wasn't interested. The guy was her usual type - broad shouldered, tall, well toned and handsome, lacking in braincells, but there was no reason to pass him up. He'd been trying it on all night and she'd entertained it to an extent, but now she was losing interest and it was time to cut him loose. There were a few of her regulars hanging around, a couple had given her the eye across the room, but she hadn't reciprocated yet, unsure if she wanted to go there.
She didn't know what was up with her, usually she was always in the mood whilst she drank, and it was a given that she would take someone to bed before the night was over, maybe two someone's if the night was right, but now she was pushing away her best prospect and walking off, grabbing a fresh cup and pouring in a healthy dose of grin before topping it with a brief spritz of lemonade. Her guy looked after her with a mopey expression which she dutifully ignored - so unattractive. Shi took a long, healthy sip of her new drink and mooched away from the crowd. The party had started in the guys dorms, not one of her crew's for once, but approved by her and her court members, and it had quickly spilled out of the dorms and into the common areas. The others were floating around somewhere and she caught a glimpse of Dei flirting heavily with a guy across the room. He glanced up, as if sensing eyes, and winked at her, before returning to his prey. Shi smirked but moved on, wandering back down the hallway and wandering into her room. The door had been left open for now, but nobody dared to toe the threshold without approval from Queen Bee. She had some proper decent vodka in here somewhere and it was time to bring out the good stuff.
Malachai rolled onto his side with a huff as his phone blew up on the table next to the bed. He’d been on the verge of falling into a great nap after smoking his nightly joint and was annoyed he’d been rudely interrupted. His new roommate was out which had given him the chance to do it in peace instead of having his uptight ass complaining like he usually did. He picked up the phone and scrolled through the numerous texts from his friends asking where he was and why he wasn’t at blondie’s party yet. Because he wasn’t a sheep and he did things on his own terms.
He pushed himself up from the bed then grabbed the beer from his table, downing the last half in one go. He would need something a lot stronger to get him into the party mood. He stifled a yawn and moved into the bathroom to get a quick shower only to remember his towel was still in the laundry room. He huffed again and moved back out of the bathroom to check the time on his phone, already knowing it would be too late to even try to go and get it. He headed out of his room, figuring Shiloh would be well under way at the party and her room would be empty since the grump of the group would be with her new boyfriend. He’d have gone to Dei’s room but it was too close to where the party had kicked off and he wasn’t about to get dragged into it before he was ready. He needed to wake up.
As he reached the girl’s dorm, he saw Shiloh’s door open and smirked when he saw there was nobody inside. Perfect. He walked in and headed straight over to the liquor cupboard, pulling out a glass and the first vodka he found – always his spirit of choice. After pouring himself a glass, he moved into the bathroom and pulled a clean towel from the towel rack. Why they needed so many he didn’t know. He took a mouthful of the vodka before stripping down and getting a quick shower. Mal dried off briefly once he was done then stepped out onto the mat and wrapped the towel around his waist. He grabbed his clothes in one hand and his vodka in the other then walked out of the bathroom to find his favourite blonde in the room. ”Honey you’re home early.”
Her eyes flickered to her bed with a delicate sigh. It was tempting. For whatever reason, the night wasn't doing it for her, the alcohol wasn't hitting the sweet spot, the guy's weren't tempting enough. She just wasn't feeling it. It was frustrating - she was here to get drunk and have a good time and something was preventing it this evening. The night was still young, but she had a feeling things were not going to improve. She could ruin someone else's night to entertain herself, she'd done that before a few times, but she wasn't even the mood to fuck with someone either. Maybe she needed a good screw; but then again, none of the guys were piquing her interest either.
Vodka might help though. Vodka would definitely help. She tilted her head at the glass on the side - picking it up to take a sniff and then having an experimental sip. Vodka. Huh. Had the alcohol Gods gifted her a glass as a sign? She took another long sip, and then suddenly she'd finished the glass before she knew it. Putting it down and wiping her mouth, she'd just picked the bottle up to pour another glass when her bathroom door open. She hadn't noticed there was anyone else in there with her - unusual for her, she wasn't drunk enough for that lack of observation just yet.
Her eyebrows dropped at who it was. "Oh, it's you." Unimpressed. "Don't you have your own shower? I don't need whatever fluid's you've left behind in it, in mine." She curled her lip. Damn, she was crankier than she expected today, but the words were out and she didn't feel like taking it back. Mal could handle it, he was a big boy and she had a valid point. ”Honey you’re home early.” She rolled her eyes, pouring a healthy measure of the good stuff, and then promptly knocking it back. She'd have to be careful - too many more and she'd be on the ground before she knew it. She grimaced, though not at the taste; she barely tasted it in that moment. What was up with her this evening.
"Oh, it's you." He snorted at her unenthusiastic response and lifted a brow. ”who pissed in your cereal tonight?” He asked. She was usually a little more peppy after a drink. "Don't you have your own shower? I don't need whatever fluid's you've left behind in it, in mine." He shrugged his shoulders as he rolled his eyes. ”My towel was in the wash and I didn’t fancy air drying.” He glanced back into the bathroom briefly. He’d left it in the condition he’d found it in. He hated a dirty shower. He downed the rest of his vodka and placed his glass down on the counter, signalling for her to top his up. He turned, dropping his towel to put on his boxers and jeans, not bothering to see whether she would actually give him any more. ”How’s the party?” He asked, turning back around, already assuming it was shit with her being back in her room already.
She noted the raise of his brow, and wondered what kind of attitude bullshit she was about to get back. Normally she quite enjoyed their back and forth, even if she had a face like a slapped ass when he talked to her, but today she wasn't in the mood for whit and shit. ”who pissed in your cereal tonight?” She rolled her eyes at his response, but it didn't piss her off as much as she anticipated, taking a swig from her glass and letting the liquid burn it's way down her throat. "There wasn't any good vodka to pour over them." She muttered, finding herself perching on the edge of her desk to avoid crumpling onto her bed in a heap and not resurfacing.
Of course he'd just shrug it off, as if any of her comments got past the thick lizard hide he called a skin. ”My towel was in the wash and I didn’t fancy air drying.” It was Shiloh's turn to roll her eyes, and she took another swig. She didn't really have an issue with it, but she couldn't help but fall back on their usual tennis match. "Then you'll be taking that with you and washing it." She curled her lip as she looked pointedly at her towel around his damn waist. She huffed at his expectation of her to top up his drink, but as hers was nearly empty, she popped the lid of her bottle and poured a healthy amount into each glass. "You're lucky I treat you so fucking well." She muttered, glancing up to see his naked ass and shaking her head. Not like she hadn't see that before, given that they all frequently changed in front of each other.
”How’s the party?” Shi swirled the liuid in her glass and shrugged, shifting onto the desk a little more for a more comfortable position. "It's going." She commented, chucking back almost half the alcohol in one. "I'm not in the mood." She reluctantly added. Her and Mal didn't really do feelings, Shi didn't do feelings in general really, they were uncomfortable things - but occasionally they slipped out.
"There wasn't any good vodka to pour over them." He used a hand to gesture to the vodka on the side. ”Yeah cause you’re hoarding it away here.” He said with a smirk. "Then you'll be taking that with you and washing it." He glanced back to the towel and shrugged. ”If you don’t mind waiting for it. .my next wash won’t be for another week or so.” He was lazy when it came to laundry, he made sure he had enough boxers to last him a week and if all else failed, there was always the option of turning them inside out, or going commando. If it didn’t take so damn long he wouldn’t have minded doing it more frequently but the thought of having to wait for washing and drying bored him. His attention span was only so long.
"You're lucky I treat you so fucking well." He grinned as the blonde topped up his glass, giving her a wink. ”Pshh please, you love treating us fucking well.” The blonde was definitely generous with her father’s money which he and the rest of the gang were grateful for. It made university more bearable. He moved to lean against the wall while he took a sip of vodka. "It's going. I’m not in the mood.” He watched her neck the alcohol in her cup and lifted a brow. ”then why’d you throw a party? We could’ve just had a drink in your room.”
”Yeah cause you’re hoarding it away here.” Shi cast a glance over the bottles he was referring to then snorted, rolling her eyes. "You think that's good?" because off course the ice queen herself had enjoyed top of the shelf many times over the years. She just didn't bother to buy it any more. It wasn't really worth the expense when you went through several bottles a week and mixed it with fizz. ”If you don’t mind waiting for it. .my next wash won’t be for another week or so.” She raised a brow at that, having already known his washing habits. Much like the rest of their crew, she never everyone's habits inside and out. You couldn't help it when you spent almost 24 hours a day with them, and she made it her own habit to know everything about everyone. Particular attention to those she gave two shits about. "Even if you needed to wash that hoodie you love so fucking much?" a thinly veiled threat. Everyone had some creature comforts or sentimentality to an item or two, just like she had a favourite top and a favourite skirt and all that. People made more effort to get those washed in record timing. She didn't really care about the towel though, it was just a damn towel. She'd buy a new one if she needed.
”Pshh please, you love treating us fucking well.” Another quirk of her brow, side eyeing the boy. "Because I like to flash daddy's credit card about?" She guessed, rolling her eyes. "Please, that has nothing to do with the rest of you." and absolutely everything to do with daddy issues. If it was her own money she'd probably be a bit less frivolous. Perhaps. Maybe. Probably not. She really did like to spend, and if she had the cash then she didn't care where it went. ”then why’d you throw a party? We could’ve just had a drink in your room.” Shiloh sighed, shifting her butt a little to get more comfortable and surveying Mal over the rim of her now empty glass. "All these years and you still don't get it, pretty boy?" Of course he wouldn't, even though he had the status and the popularity partly in due to her and what she did. Boys never got it though, they just got to live in it. Like Dei. He thought it took no effort, to be at the top of the food chain. But it took effort to get there and it took damn fucking effort to stay there. She'd never admit it, because she loved it, but sometimes it was actually exhausting. "It's what I do" it was 'expected' of her. To host the best parties, to entertain. It showed her status, her wealth, it showed who else was important in the uni, those invited and those unwelcome, and more often than not something went down at one of them, the belittling of someone, the public sharing of best kept secrets. It was important. And she just wasn't up to it together. "They have their booze, they have their DJ, they'll be fine." She shrugged, reaching once again for the bottle.
