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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June had an emotional day at work. There was a woman and her son that had come in to help cover their scars from an awful accident. It was her only appointment as she knew it would be a long one. In the end, they were both very happy with their results and June couldn’t be happier. There were a lot of tears on both ends. It was a miracle June had made it through the day, but she loved those types of tattoos. Making people feel better in their skin.
Needing a bit of a pick me up, June went home and freshened up. Knowing she was going to get a bit sloshed; she called a taxi out and had it drop her off at the club. It was 9 PM, so it was still a bit early for the party to get started. But she could eat dinner and get a drink before maybe making some questionable decisions.
She found a spot at the bar and smiled at one of the tenders before her eyes landed on someone. Maybe her night would include some physical fun too. June changed her seat after adjusting her outfit to show some more of her goods.
A playful smile, she sat closer to the man. “Quite the collection you have,” she cooed. “How long have you been collecting?”
“Quite the collection you have,” she cooed. “How long have you been collecting?”
Jack hadn't even noticed her sidle on up to sit beside him, giving her a curious, cursory once over before he turned his attention back the large beer in his hand.
"Since I was eighteen," he shrugged, "I'm pretty much covered from the back of the head down."
It was an honest boast - there was basically nothing that wasn't covered in ink and he liked it that way. It went along with the plethora of piercings too, and the covered scars. But he left that alone, no point in giving her all that information from the get go.
June smiled. Her eyes looked over the hand that was closest to her. She could tell where some of the tattoos were a bit more faded from age, but there was also some fresher ink. The collection she had seen was interesting already, making her wonder what else he had to show. There wasn’t a wedding band, but June knew that couldn’t mean anything, either.
“That is impressive. I haven’t been collecting that long, but I’m almost all covered, too. Are you more of a black and grey or do you have some color, too?” While it wasn’t precisely a flirtatious question. June found herself leaning closer. Her chest piece sat perfectly – cupping the top of her ample breasts. If one looked close enough, the jewels dripped down the valley – adding the perfect landing strip to guide the gaze.
“That is impressive. I haven’t been collecting that long, but I’m almost all covered, too. Are you more of a black and grey or do you have some color, too?”
Now Jack turned a little more, leaning on the bar to really study the face in front of him. Pretty in her own right, but not quite what pulled the strings for him. Either way, her tattoos were likewise pretty in their own right, almost perfect for her form - delicate even. Even so, he made no point in looking at the clear dipping tattoos of her chest.
"Mostly black and grey, there is the odd pop of grey-blue where some things were highlighted, but other than that, very monochrome," he nodded, "And for your own, the same for of thing? Or are you looking at colour?"
June didn’t know if she wanted to feel a bit insulted or impressed that the man showed zero interest. It wasn’t the first time that it had happened, as it was part of the life of the bar lookout. She wasn’t going to push anything, as there was no point. It was evident with his eyesight and body language that he was either not into women or had someone else in mind. But, she had him in conversation – so that was something, right?
She leaned back up, going to profile view. “Nah, I don’t find color suits my tastes on my own skin. There are a few hints of color here and there, but a lot of my clients love color. There’s something about a good monochromatic piece. Plus, it makes for a better coloring book for some of my friend’s kids,” she chuckled. “What's your person's favorite piece of yours?” Maybe it was a shot in the dark, but she was curious now.
