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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I’d always thought I was above being fascinated by anyone but myself.
Rich people were so weird. Maybe that was hypocritical coming from Sage Lavigne, son of two ranked equestrians. But considering he had been chucked away like the troublemaker he had been, and still was to this day, the young man thought he had every right to look at the rich through the lens of an outsider. Speaking of trouble, he hoped he didn't find any tonight, but sometimes, it just had a habit of finding him. It's not that the young man minded, but it could be irritable all the same. It usually came in the form of girls, and their boyfriends, who expected him to fight fair, and no doubt, this graveyard movie night would be littered with them.
Sage couldn't even remember how he heard about this event, it had been exclusive. Probably from some of the snobby riders at Blue Arces. Required tickets and a list and everything, that's why he was hanging out by the back, and would be jumping the fence - six pack and all - to get inside. But he had company tonight, so Sage lingered around, looking as nonchalant as ever waiting for his coworker, maybe it was friend, to arrive. Dusk was settling across Willow Bridge City and its graveyard, no doubt the movie would play when it was dark, but Sage didn't really care. He was more about the thrill of getting into somewhere that he didn't belong verses watching something that the rich and fancy deemed atmospheric for a moonlight night amongst the tomb stones. Right when he pondered if he was going to need a smoke did his blue eyes catch a familiar figure, "And here I thought you were going to chicken out on me." Sage said with a smirk now, finding himself staring at the one and only Dublin de Brun.
Dublin hadn’t exactly planned on breaking. Well, if that was such a thing. It was a graveyard that was being set up for some silly thing. He didn’t know why people paid to sit near dead people when they could do that for free any time of day and such. It didn’t sound like it even benefitted the graveyard itself. Either way, he wasn’t going to give a quid – and Sage Lavigne had the same idea.
The two had hatched a plan to push their luck. While a few people may notice them – Dublin also had the idea to claim to visit a stone if things got hairy. He dressed comfortably, but warm enough if their plan worked – and loose enough to run if caught. Dublin stuffed his backpack with snacks a blanket, and a bouquet to help solidify the story of visiting great-great-grandma.
He left his flat and took his car, parking in the lot of the graveyard. Dublin found Sage and grinned. “You know, I had to make sure the picnic for Great-Great Granny Esmeralda was fitting for her standards,” he joked. “So, do you want to try going in first with a sob story, or are we jumping the fence and dealing with the aftermath of that?”
I’d always thought I was above being fascinated by anyone but myself.
By the looks of it, Dublin had been well packed for the evening, and unlike Sage, looked like he belonged with the crowd, "Damn, you came up with a cover story?" The young man asked with a laugh. They may be close in age, but they clearly had different ways of going about things. Guess it shouldn't surprise him, they technically saw each other in action at the stables. Sage pushed off the iron fencing now, chucking his backpack over with a soft then before his blue eyes, "Well, we can't keep Great-Great Granny Esmeralda waiting, but I do prefer breaking a rule or two."
He leaned back against iron fencing again, his core tightening as he squatted down a bit before locking his hands and nodded to the young man to get over to him, "Here - I'll boost you over if you're too chicken to climb." Fighting words alright, and Sage said it all with his award winning smirk.
Dublin couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, yeah – can’t be risking my job too much now.” In his younger years, Dublin probably wouldn’t have cared. There was freedom of not growing up. But he had to now, or Aofie would put him six feet under. He couldn’t lose his lease, and he couldn’t let the past ruin his hard work. Breaking into an event wasn’t stealing from a bank, thankfully – so Dublin felt a bit bolder than normal.
He gave Sage the middle finger before tightening the straps of the back. Rough hands gripped onto the middle wrung of the iron fence. Dublin gave it a jiggle before hauling himself up like doing a pull-up. His foot found a filagree to step onto. Dublin managed to climb high enough to allow Sage to follow.