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 had been a while since Eva Garnet had woken up in the same clothes she had worn before - in fact, last time she did that, she had a different last time. Sunlight hit her face, causing her face to scrunch. Eva rolled over, burrying her face into what appeared to be a couch pillow, hoping it would block out the annoying rays of light. But it was too late, the damage was done, and after a night of partying, the sun (and whomever had opened up the curtains) decided that it was time for the teenager to wake up. Eva pushed herself up now, hazel eyes staring blearily around, inspecting her surrounds before realizing that she was inside Lavender Creek - her adoptive mother's bed and breakfast, "Well...at least there's no walk of shame to be had." She grumbled.
Sitting up now, Eva rubbed the sleep from her eyes and blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the lighting of the room. There were still streamers everywhere, glitter on the floor, and no doubt tons of bottles waiting to be shoved into a bag and brought out to the bins. Hopefully Jessie didn't have any clients coming in today, because the clean up after her festive night for family and friends was going to be brutal, "But first...coffee." She untangled her limbs now and pushed herself up, stumbling from the living room and into the kitchen. As far as she could tell, the teenager was the first one up. Her brain was wracking around on the details last night, but it was clear that she possibly had one too many flutes of champagne - considering she was an adult and all.
She remembered Nash and Tanner being there, some of Jessie's friends. A frown sat on her lips - had the bug lady been there? Guess she'd find out sooner or later. Eva made her way to the coffee machine now, staring at it, and realizing that it was a little more fancier than the one at the apartment, "Shit..." no matter, she was an adult, she could figure this out. A few minutes later, the coffee machine staring whirring and the dark liquid was coming out of it now - hazel eyes entranced by its delivery so much that she hadn't realized that one of her family members had stirred awake as well and walked into the kitchen.
“I’m not saying that everything is survivable. Just that everything except the last thing is.” - John Green
New Year’s Eve was not what Jessie was expecting it to be. It was fun, of course, but the amount of people seemed to be growing. She had plenty of food, of course, but maybe it was because of the number of younger people that were there. Eva had her friends, and then the young folk of her friends. There weren’t too many shenanigans, thankfully. No broken items or destroyed rooms.
Like a usual old person, Jessie had woken up before everyone but decided to stay in her room until it was a reasonable time to stir. She didn’t drink like she used to and was honestly surprised that she was up for the midnight blowout. Though, it could’ve been from her coffee with a splash of baileys in it that she offered to keep that energy up.
She didn’t move from her room until she heard the door open of another room. Jessie didn’t know who it was, but she figured she could get a cold buffet started. She made her way to the kitchen and saw Eva blanking out, watching the coffee machine pour the black gold.
Her daughter was wearing the same thing she wore the day before and Jessie couldn’t help smiling. She remembered those days. Mascara and eyeliner streaked around the eyes. Jessie had watched how Tanner babied Eva a bit. The young man didn’t drink, but he was polite. Didn’t do anything creepy, thankfully. If anything, Jessie was pretty sure Tanner and Nash stayed as well. Not like Jessie was going to deny any of the people space to knock out. Safer that way.
“Good morning, my sweet Evee girl.” Jessie was a bit more polished looking, but she still had a bit of a tired look. She began to tidy up the kitchen island, just a bit to make room for the coffee bar she was planning on setting up.
Brandon wasn't expecting New Year's Eve to be as wild of a party as it was. He packed a duffle bag, expecting to stay the night at his mother's house, in case he wanted to enjoy himself. It was always better for him to be safe, rather than sorry. He didn't realize that Eva had invited two boys over - the two boys she had mentioned the last time they had made breakfast together.
The fact that Lilith had agreed to come over had made him happy. The two of them chatted the night away, enjoying the food and drinks provided. Brandon was sad that she had to leave at midnight, though he understood she was a busy woman. It took him awhile to fall asleep, which usually wasn't the case. He was thinking about the dark haired woman, wondering how she felt about him. It was always hard to read someone's mind. This led to him sleeping in, waking up to the sound of shuffling around in the kitchen. His dark eyes blinked, adjusting to the light - despite having blackout blinds.
He stretched his arms over his head, letting out a yawn before he flipped the blanket off of him. His feet landed on the ground and he made the bed behind him, softly padding across the hardwood floor before his hand opened the door. The man made his way to the kitchen, finding his mom and sister in the kitchen. "Morning, how did everyone sleep? I'm next for a cup of coffee." He walked over to the cupboard and grabbed a mug before closing the door once he was finished.
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thirty-one - part time firetruck mechanic & Sales Yard Stable hand - single (hetero)
“Good morning, my sweet Evee girl.” A sweet and sing song voice broke through Eva's morning stupor. Hazel eyes lifted from the steaming hot mug of coffee to see her adoptive mother walk in - almost looking picture perfect if it hadn't been for the most minor of sleep lines under her eyes. The teenager didn't know how Jessie Lipe-Garnet did it unless her late parents had programed Disney princess genes into her via a real Matrix machine. Eva offered her a smile though, "Morning...did you even party last night?" she joked, finally lifting her mug to her lips and carefully taking a sip. Truth be told, Eva hadn't been paying much attention to her adoptive mother last night, she had been more preoccupied with hanging out with her friends.
In the near distance beyond the walls, she heard the shuffling of steps now. Guess we're all awake now, she thought to herself. Sure enough, no sooner than the thought hit her - in came Brandon. Unlike their mother, he looked a little worse for wear yet he had made it into his sleep wear, "Morning." Eva offered now, hazel eyes watching him move towards the cupboard to grab himself a mug, "I managed to make fresh coffee on Jessie's fancy machine." Come to think of it, she had lost track of both of them last night when she was having fun with Nash and Tanner, "You seem awfully cheery."
“I’m not saying that everything is survivable. Just that everything except the last thing is.” - John Green
“Of course, I did! I just know how to hide it better,” Jessie teased. She knew how to party hard and wild, almost every person did at some point. The nights of waking up after being blacked out. Jessie did a few things that were a harder drug, too – almost fit the culinary school image. She was just happy that she didn’t pick up smoking – a stereotypical habit of chefs worldwide.
“Morning, Brandon,” she smiled, watching her eldest waddle over to the coffee. Jessie waited until he had gotten his. Her eyes watched his face and his body movements, similar to Evie. The young woman was observant, there was something different in Brandon’s mannerisms. Nothing wrong, but different. “How was your evening with…Lilith?” Jessie decided to bite the bucket. It was probably an embarrassing question from either Evie or his own mother. Though, coming from Jessie – it could possibly be worse.
After her kiddos got their first cup. Jesse swooped in and began the process of making an espresso. “And how were Nash and Tanner?” Jessie targeted at Evie, to help tip the scales.
