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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She had needed out of the flat. It felt tiny, suffocating, and Zahira was out doing god knows what with her bounty hunting job. Probably torturing some lucky and yet poor soul. So that left no one but her to entertain herself and those four white walls - no wonder people bounced off of the walls when they were alone. So Perdita left, figuring that she would forge her own path and adventure for the night, refusing to be suffocated by the normal life. The woman knew if she just sat there, she'd make herself crazy thinking about everything that she could have done to prevent where she was now.
The night was young for her - when she had been in Spain, prior to taking over her family, she used to party all night until five am and the clubs had kicked her out. Hickstead surprisingly was home to two night clubs: the Luna Longue and the R&R Night Club. The former felt a little too sophisticated for what Perdita had in mind for her night to end though, so she made her way to R&R now. Her little black ensemble would get her through the door no problem, and sure enough, she had been allowed to cut through the line and plunge into darkness and neon lights, Swedish House Mafia alive and well over the speakers and dance floor.
Sauntering her way to the bar, she was quick to order some neon colored drinks, downing them one by one. Brown eyes searched the crowds, looking for a victim to her whims, but so far. Everyone looked utterly disappointed. A sigh escaped her, as she took herself another shot glass and figured she'd wander to someone's table and invade. Perdita took a step back, not looking, and collided into someone. While the drink avoided her dress and the other's outfit as well, the same could not be said for their shoes as the drink sloshed out and hit the ground. The woman frowned deeply, her brown eyes flickering up to the face of this person now, ready to glare daggers.
Instead, she found herself staring at some gaunt, bean pole of a girl, who was so pale, she might as well glitter in this lighting like one of those vampires. Perdita stared, and instead of bitching her out, she did the complete opposite. She apologized, "I'm sorry," she said now, a playful yet dangerous grin dancing across her lips now, "Can I buy you a drink?"
My knuckles were bruised like violets, sucker punching walls
Clubbing? Disgusting. Possible fun? Yeah, alright. Penny wasn’t exactly looking for anything, maybe just something. Even if she got to the bathroom and had some…fun. Sure, she had a recognizable face. But she was an artist, they often spiraled about – didn’t they? Well, Penny didn’t expect anything out of it – as that often helped lure the people to her. There was something about being a bit aloof.
The club was busy, something she knew already. It didn’t make it better, obviously – but she had daddy issues to hide away for a moment or until the next morning. Penny had gotten herself a starter of gin and tonic. A little fancier, but by God – she wasn’t desperate. Not at this hour.
She was shimmying away from the bar until a dumb ass bumped into her and her drink went off. Half of it splashed onto her open-toed shoes. Penny’s eyes went wide, ready to clock the person who made her spill her drink. But the voice of someone cut into her brain space.
Her eyes landed on a tan, goddess of a woman. The tone and face that was presented to Penny made her look back, with an equally playful look. “Hm, and then what do I owe you in return? In all fairness, I do believe I owe you a drink for spilling on your shoes. People don’t know how to compose themselves here when it’s busy. A shame, isn’t it?”
Penny downed what was left of her drink and placed it on the bar top. Despite her thin frame, Penny shoved herself closer to the bar, revealing the back of her black dress that was held together with lacing, in a crisscross pattern. “Two Tequila shots, a vodka cran and a –“ Penny looked at the other woman, ready to add whatever she wanted. She wasn’t about to let this one slide away.
It would seem that the other woman had the same first instinct as her, the need to bitch someone out for spilling their drink on her shoes, yet when her dark eyes met Perdita's own, she saw the look on her face switch from one of pure anger to playful within a matter of seconds. They were both coy predators, sizing each other up to see who would become the meal first. A challenge that Perdita did not mind. The brunette's words felt like a purr against the wild atmosphere of EDM and club lights, "Oh, owe me? We can see how the night plays out and maybe I'll know," Perdita replied, knowing fully well what she wanted out of the woman, but she could be a lady. She wasn't going to be like some panting horn dog who couldn't keep it together, "You don't owe me a -" But before she could finish her sentence, the woman turned.
Perdita's dark chocolate eyes took a passing glance over the woman's body as her attention turned away, making it easy to sneak a peak. Tight, wiry, and taunt - like she had energy to burn and didn't know what to do with herself. Her dress also did her a solid, shaping up all the right places and pushing certain assets up to display. The back was just as suggestive now as Perdita followed after her, like a sailor following a siren's song to a dangerous, watery grave. It was strappy, criss crossed, and revealing to the fact that the dress was providing all of the support and nothing else. The woman bit her lip, a reminder to keep it together, as she sidled up next to the woman now who was placing her order, making sure that their arms grazed each other - as if it were a casual mistake as continued her order, "Two Vegas Bombs, butterscotch, not peach."
Her gaze returned to the woman now, meeting her gaze, "You can call me Perdita," she commented now, "And what may I call you since you must have a name?"
My knuckles were bruised like violets, sucker punching walls
Penny was intrigued by the women’s order. It wasn’t something that she had heard of, not at least in a bit. They sounded sweet, but sometimes the sugary ones hit you the hardest. Penny was looking forward to it, getting the buzz – but right now, she wanted to make sure she could comprehend the beauty of the person in front of her. For as long as she could, before the outfit and the skin blurred altogether.
“Perdita, huh?” Penny smiled. “Who would’ve thought the universe would bring a beautiful woman with a beautiful name into my bubble.” Penny leaned closer to Perdi, her lips ghosting the woman’s ear. “Penelope.” She let her warm breath linger there for a moment before pulling back. The shots, at least were delivered.
Penny grabbed one of hers and held it up. “Cheers!” She pressed the glass to her lips and took it like a champ, with no ounce of discomfort. One was fun, but two was what got her rearing to find a place on the dance floor.
It was funny - for how loud the club and the bar was, Perdita felt as if the world was quiet because all what she could see and hear was the woman before her. Her brown eyes never strayed from the gorgeous woman, not even to order her drinks. Her sly smile deepened at the words coming from the other woman's mouth now, "Lady Luck is on your side like she is mine." Perdita replied, and she might have foolishly gone one if it weren't for the lankly woman leaning over to her now. Something in her stirred, and she did her best to keep her gaze up as lips brushed against her ear: "Penelope.” Hot and sticky breath tingled her ear, and sent a shiver down her spine. Perdita Delgado-Vaugh may be a dead woman tonight.
The shots and drinks were place down on the bar now, snapping the woman out of her fantasies as Penelope pulled back now, acting as nothing had happened, "Penelope, huh?" She mused out loud, allowing the name to roll with each syllable, "I like the way it sounds on my lips. I hope you give the the opportunity to say it more." Brown eyes watched as the girl drank her tequila shot in one swoop and made it look rather effortlessly, "Cheers, indeed." Perdita replied with a smile now, as she took her shot and dropped it into the large glass now - making a splash and watching the contents fizz. She brought the glass to her lips and took a long sip before asking, "So, Penelope, what brings you to this establishment? Hoping to dance the night away or are you looking for more?" It was awfully forward of her to ask, but it was hard to not be. Penelope was a beautiful woman, and Perdita had never been shy about stating want she wanted.
My knuckles were bruised like violets, sucker punching walls
