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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What was it about a cold, cold beer after a long day of concrete schmucking? Hunter didn’t know, but he didn’t mind either way. He was settled at the bar two blocks from home, wanting to sit for a minute before heading home. Hunter looked grungey, but he didn’t care. There were a lot of blue-collar people in here so he wasn’t sticking out.
Fingers tapped on the picnic table that was out in front, allowing him to people-watch. His eyes scanned over the folks. A lot of people dressed up for the summer, but a few were dressed for the wrong time of day. It was barely five o’clock and the streetwalker clothing was out and about already.
Hunter finished his beer and walked inside to escape some of the sun glare. There was a separate room for pinball machines, and he was happy to spend a few coins there. He headed to his favorite one, the Scooby doo one – but someone was already there. A young woman, maybe around his age? Hunter leaned against the wall, waiting for his turn. When he heard about the so-called failure, he couldn’t help but smile. “How long have you been battling it?” It wasn’t a rude question, just out of curiosity.
It had been odd remaining in Hickstead for the summer when there was no school in session, but Bambi Pelner told herself that it was nice to hangout in the seaside town without any distractions such as school. Her parents had been disappointed, but relented when Bambi offered a well thought out explanation as to how this would benefit her. She could score an internship, she could keep her job at the Tea Shop, and she had plenty of friends to support her if she got lonely. Neverminded that a big reason as to why the young woman didn't want to come home was risk of running into former best friend Ivey Kinsley whom returned to their old stomping grounds for the summer.
That was still a situation that bothered Bambi, knowing that the girl she came to Hickstead was transferring. All of those years of friendship since fifth grade just chucked out the window, and she refused to believe that she had been at fault. Somewhere in the back of her mind, the young woman couldn't help but to wonder if Ivey and her pleathora of nerdy friends had been right - that she had been the monster once she joined Shiloh's clique. But that can't be right. It's not her fault that she was an Alpha and desired popularity, was it?
Either way, all of these mind games were certainly affecting what pin ball skill she remotely had at this cute by dingy dive bar. The ball made it past her again, and an angry groan escaped Bambi as she stood up and threw her hands up in anger, effectively killing her earlier attempt at a Megan Fox pose over the pinball machine, "This is stupid," Bambi muttered to herself. It would appear that her dramatic flare did not go unnoticed either as next to her, a voice popped up: “How long have you been battling it?” Brown eyes looked to the voice, startled to see a guy there, holding a bear, and looking like he might have walked out of a 90's grunge music video.
Despite his lack of fashion, he was still cute and that smile didn't hide it. Bambi, for once, offered a genuinely embarrassed smile, "Twenty minutes. Maybe I need to get a drink to improve my game," or better yet, she side stepped, offering him room at the pinball machine and into her domain, "Or better yet, want to show me the ropes? I'm Bambi."
I can't help that I need it all - The primadonna life: the rise and fall. You say that I'm kinda difficult, But I swear it's always someone else's fault
thanks aofie!
Nineteen . Student - Business & Sociology . LGBTQ+ . Single Member of SHILOH EVELYN JENSEN 's clique
The need to make a joke about her name was there, but Hunter knew that it would be in extremely bad taste. His humor amongst his friends and family sometimes wasn’t the best for the public. “Twenty minutes? Wow, I hope work has been paying you well to afford it,” he chuckled, taking a sip of his beer. “Nothing wrong with a bit of liquid courage. I’m Hunter. How about I treat yah to some courage before I flex my nerdy skills?”
Hunter wasn’t one to deny that he had a bit of an obsession with pinball in general. The only other person he had seen attack this one specifically was a teen girl or a few kids that were allowed in during family time. Maybe the theme was too kiddie for the others, but Hunter could care less about that.
She saw that look in his eyes - the look that said her new acquaintance wanted to say something about her name. Sometimes, Bambi felt like it was a curse to have her name, so easily attached to a Disney deer or a stripper name, it was always ripe for someone's unnecessary comments. However, it looked like the young man here thought better of such a ploy and instead poked fun of her lack of skill. A laugh escaped her when he joked about her work pay instead, and Bambi merely smiled, "Well, I have a hard time quitting something when I just want to conquer it." And yes, she knew exactly what she had said.
And now, she had a name to the face, "Pleasure to meet you, Hunter," Bambi response now, "And I never say no to a gentleman's offer to buy me a drink." Well, maybe he was more Tramp than Gentleman, but semantics. She nodded towards the bar, and began to walk over. When she got to the bar, she merely nodded to Hunter's drink and informed the bar tender that she would just have what he was drinking. While waiting, Bambi turned her attention back to the young man, brown eyes really studying him now as she casually leaned against the barn, "So, I take it you frequent this establishment quite often if you have skills to flex for university girls?"
I can't help that I need it all - The primadonna life: the rise and fall. You say that I'm kinda difficult, But I swear it's always someone else's fault
thanks aofie!
Nineteen . Student - Business & Sociology . LGBTQ+ . Single Member of SHILOH EVELYN JENSEN 's clique
Hunter opted for a margarita over ice, with a lime and tajin rim. It wasn’t usual, but he figured he would be here for a moment and was already pretty full of bar top snacks. When the drinks were dropped off, he added them to his tab. “Cheers,” he smiled, holding up his glass before taking a sip. The salty and acid of the tajin raced his tongue and lips. Ever since his mother had brought some over after a vacation, the taste of tajin and chamoy was a weird fix.
A hearty chuckle escaped him as she inquired about his doings. “Yeah. It’s the local spot for my coworkers and me. It’s a good business model. People get mad when they lose, so they buy more alcohol – even when they complain about losing a few quid to a so-called rigged game. I mean, the entertainment value is always priceless.” He shrugged. “You’re quite a way out from the Uni, right? Escaping a final exam?” Granted, his time frame of ways was different than people from the US. A pro had traveled in once and overheard Hunter complaining about a two-hour drive. That was an eye-opening conversation.
It was curious to see the drinks that Hunter had brought back, she arched an eyebrow but a smile was there, "Maragritas, huh? Can't say I was expecting that," Bambi commented as she gingerly took the glass from him. Brown eyes noticed the rim, the sugar a different color from the standard. My, this would be an interesting drink. She smiled, holding up the glasses and did her best Leo DiCaprio Gatsby impression, "Cheers, indeed," before talking a sip. Well, the mix of fruit and spice blast from the tajin was interesting, but interesting in a good sort of way, "Tajin?" Bambi inquired now, "I feel like there's a story there."
She listened to him chuckle - it was hearty, warm, god, it could make a girl melt, but she wasn't about to let that on. Bambi smiled, "Can't say I can argue with that. It's a great business model," the young woman glanced around, "Heck, they got half of my money already and I'm not even tipsy. You have quite the business mind though to crack that formula." Well, perhaps anyone could have figured that out, but Bambi didn't mind giving out a good ego padding just to see where the conversation goes. She was far too intrigued to merely toss him aside, plus, he bought her a drink, "Ah! I'm taking a summer class for fun. Plus, I wanted to keep my part time job. Figured it'd be a fun change of pace to stay here over returning to America for the summer. Based off of your company already though, I think I made the right choice."
I can't help that I need it all - The primadonna life: the rise and fall. You say that I'm kinda difficult, But I swear it's always someone else's fault
thanks aofie!
Nineteen . Student - Business & Sociology . LGBTQ+ . Single Member of SHILOH EVELYN JENSEN 's clique
Hunter shrugged. “Eh, my mom loves it. Hard to get good Mexican around these parts, she says.” He had been poor a good chunk of his life so knowing a good selection of ethnic food was not a history of his. Hunter did like trying new things though, especially when he traveled around. Something about experiencing different food after slaving away in the sun. Granted, it took him a while to build his spice palette. But it had gotten to the point of him being able to eat triple spicy at the local Indian joint.
“Hey, as long as someone shakes on it. You can't ever go back on one of those. I guess it keeps the shady business shady,” he smiled. Hunter would never do something like that. But he had seen people do it. Hold a hand shake over someone. It was a street kind of thing to do. “Damn, they still do school in the summer huh? That's rough. Well, I'm glad to hear that I'm somewhat of an interesting enough fellow. Though America sounds pretty neat. I've never been but I want to. What part are you from?:
