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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It was coming to the end of a busy night, and Moni felt run off her feet. There were nights when she didn't mind it, in fact generally she thrived off it - the buzz of adrenaline when you had a hundred people trying to catch your attention and she wasn't giving them shit. There was power in it, and though she was not a complete asshole about the power trip, she did enjoy ignoring the drunk dickheads that were rude. Clicking, whistling, catcalling or waving at her was not going to get them jack shit. And she made it clear. Unlike others who went down the ignorance route and pretended not to see them, Moni would look right at them, dead in the eye, a cold and hard look that she had perfected as a child, and then she would serve the person right next to them. Somehow, she still got tips too - people loved that grumpy, hard edged exterior, thinking it to be some kind of vibe for the bar. She thought that was amusing, it was just how she was; prickling and generally unfriendly with a moody bitch face. But she actually made a bit of effort behind the bar to be less so.
She was tired tonight though, the adrenaline had worn off pretty fast - blame it on the sleepless night. At first, Deacon had been the one keeping her up, which she hadn't minded, and then their child had woken her up only an hour after they'd drifted off... and then kept her awake most of the night. She'd minded that, as much as she loved the child she had been desperate for sleep by the morning, and then it was too late. She had shit to do before her shift. Sometimes a sleepless night wasn't as worth it when it wasn't from being out in the club, or from your insatiable partner. Even then it was debatable when the night slowly came to a close and your eyes felt like they were burning from tiredness. She wiped the bar down as they handed over the last of the drinks they would be serving; cutting the rest of the patrons off. Almost time for them to clear out, and thank fuck for that.
Noah sat at the end of the bar draining the last of his beer as he watched the red head wipe down the bar. He was aware he may have looked like a bit of a stalker, having been sat there for most of the night, slowly nursing three beers for the last few hours but it had been way too loud to even try and make a conversation during the woman's shift. Closing was the only time he figured he'd be able to say something. He didn't know what exactly or if he even would. He'd gone to the club just to see her. After opening the file a few days ago and reading about her, he needed a few days to wrap his head around everything.
He'd know he'd had a sister for a few years now but finally finding her well, he hadn't quite expected it to happen. What was he even supposed to say to her. Hey, i'm your brother, long time no see? She'd probably get him kicked out. No, he needed to try and get to know her first. .figure out whether she would even be interested in learning of his existence. He'd got by in life so far on his own, he could still do it. But he didn't want to. As Monique neared his side of the bar, he placed down his empty bottle with a with a small smile. "Thanks" He had seen a few drunken idiots kicking off earlier at her and how she'd reacted so he figured playing extra nice may go in his favour. "Busy shift?" He asked, making a terrible attempt at conversation.
Usually, the few that lingered when the lights were about to come on where easy to group - you had the usuals, who always had a good time and rarely wanted to leave until it was done. There were the dancers, who were just there to appreciate the good music and throw out their cares to the world in moves. Then there were the alcoholics. Desperate for any last lick they could get before they were turfed out to go home and search their cabinets for something else to nurse their habits. Those were the one's sat slumped around the counter top now - not many tonight, only three, and Moni slowly prised hands off empty glasses to retrieve the glassware and tidy up. It was curious to her that the other, sat at the end of the bar, had only been sipping beer, not having had many at all, and not in the least bit drunk. He was the one she had her eye on most. Because he didn't fit the mold.
It wasn't to say he was a creepy weirdo, he was good looking, and didn't have the leer that others usually did in that behaviour, but good looks didn't stop a guy from being an asshole. It might be that he was dreading going home, for some reason or another - people came to forget their problems after all. But they'd had instances before, of the staff being harassed or followed home. Moses didn't stand for it, and neither did the bouncers - good guys quick to step in and help a girl out. But it happened. Moni hadn't gotten where she was by being oblivious; she was vigilant and knew how to handle herself.
She glanced at the empty bottle and was quick to swipe it up, nodding to his 'thanks' and throwing it out. As they were no longer serving she expected that to be his cue to get up and leave, instead he surprised her with a question. "Busy shift?" An eyebrow quirked, her naturally fiery temper raised a tired head, keen to snap back at him, and though she managed to bite back the 'what do you fucking think', she managed a barely polite and no less sarcastic "Not at all, a crowded bar is a quiet night." Well fuck, she tried. She had never been known as the friendly one though. "You scared to go home, or just homeless?" Oh well that sounded worse but the fact she spoke proved otherwise. Normally she'd go back to ignoring.
"Not at all, a crowded bar is a quiet night." He tried to fight a smirk at the red heads sarcastic reply but found himself struggling. Okay, he could have asked a better question instead of stating the obvious. He’d been there for most of the evening and the bar was overrun at certain times. Mainly when the music was shite and only a select few enjoyed it enough to stay on the dancefloor. ”Right.” He nodded, biting back the sarcastic response he usually would have fired back. He didn’t want to piss her off, not yet anyway. "You scared to go home, or just homeless?" He snorted and half smirked. ”Homeless actually. .decided to stick around town for a little longer but the hotel’s fully booked tonight. Know any other places around here that’ll take anyone this late?” He asked, knowing the answer would probably be no. He’d already come to the conclusion he’d be sleeping on the beach since it was too late to find somebody to go home with since the club had practically cleared out. Maybe he’d get lucky again and find an unlocked car somewhere.
She didn't bother to care for the guys response, whether she'd just insulted his ego or been put on his shit list or similar. She met far too many assholes a night and had been around the block far too many times to know that she didn't have the capacity to give a shit the way other people always did. She'd seen some of the others at work, a fake smile plastered on their face for 16 hours and wondered how the fuck they could do that, and why they even bothered to try. You got a smile out of Moni, a real one, then congrats to you - you were doing better than 99% of people out there. ”Right.” Nothing that needed a response there, she carried on wiping down the bar and then setting glasses back where they belonged from their quick fire stint in the washing machine out back.
”Homeless actually. .decided to stick around town for a little longer but the hotel’s fully booked tonight. Know any other places around here that’ll take anyone this late?” If he was fishing for a sofa, he was barking well up the wrong tree, and if he hadn't figured that out yet then he was clearly two pennies short. "Park bench?" She bit back, a hint of a smirk at her response. Though the cops were pretty active in this town compared to others she'd lived in, and he was likely to get picked up and turfed out pretty damn fast. "There's a hostel a few miles out, probably your best bet." If he could survive the walk. She shrugged, that was the best he was going to get out of her and even then it was more helpful than she usually cared to be. Perhaps he'd caught her on a good day after all. God forbid someone caught her on her worst.
"Park bench?" He bit back a smirk at her snarky response and shrugged his shoulders. "I was thinking more like the beach. . but I guess the parks closer." He assumed. "There's a hostel a few miles out, probably your best bet." He dipped his head a little before nodding, appreciating a proper answer. "Best get my walking shoes on then." He said as he stood up, grabbing his jacket from the back of the chair and pulling it on in one smooth motion. "Thanks for the beer." He said, walking past the bar towards the exit. He wasn't sure what he expected his sister to be like but she was definitely as feisty as Kenzie had described and getting to know her was going to be harder than he'd initially thought.
She saw the shrug, but made no comment about it or the smirk - did he think she was being funny? Perhaps if you liked dry bitchy humour. If so he was really in luck with her, good for him. "I was thinking more like the beach. . but I guess the parks closer." the beach at this time of year? She raised a brow at that and glanced to the door, knowing full well the weather was typically English for December and quite arctic. "Guess I'll be seeing you again on the six o'clock news." If she watched it - which she didn't. If there wasn't some kind of drug gang down there that would kick him off their turf, he'd probably die from hypothermia or something stupid.
It seemed her more genuine suggestion was met with good reception. That was her nice deed for the month done then - Moni thought a week was too short a time, month was easier. Not that he'd be on her conscious if he had gone off to die on the beach, he should have been better prepared. "Best get my walking shoes on then.""Hmmm," Monique responded, just about avoiding grunting. "Thanks for the beer." Moni nodded, taking the bottle and chucking it straight in the trash. She watched him go, a slight crease between her eyebrows. Something about him had nudged the back and her brain and she wasn't sure why or what it was. It wasn't like he gave her the creeps but... she shrugged it off. God knows, but if he came back she'd do a little more digging into him.
