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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"Ugh, complain to whoever you can about holding you back. The quicker you are done the faster you can get into the fun things in life." University wasn't anything that crossed her mind. Her father dragged her into the business as soon as she could - grooming her to run drugs for him. It was the only life she knew - though hiding her job at the Lounge from them proved to be easy so far.
Kennedy scoffed, clearly the business outfit was doing the trick. She usually dressed herself up for a drug run, wanting to show her best side. Granted, no one ever saw her in sweats and a hoodie - unless it was her day at the Gym. "Glad I fooled someone then. Most people who know me, know I'm a great time." The woman tucked her hair behind her ear, giving the younger girl a smile.
Pizza was greasy, which meant there was some more work to be done at the gym. She just got herself into Esther's newest dress for her, though her driver meant well. "That sounds good, thanks for the tip." She closed her own menu and set it over to the side. "Oh? A brother? Is he older or younger?" Was this possibly another opportunity for her to flirt around with. "How fancy. We have someone who cooks for us too, so I also don't eat out much either. Does she make anything specific you like?" Even the Pietrangelo's chef knew about Kennedy's health kick - making all of the family members join her on it.
"I do, still live with them. Though, I'm trying to get a place of my own. They are a little...protective." Kennedy kept it vague and the waitress came back, ready to take their orders.
After yet another ass kick of a lesson with Stephanie, Kennedy knew she better smarten up. Rosso was still in great shape, but clearly she was slacking. Her driver suggested that she take the dark bay stallion on an easy trail to cool their minds. Kennedy reluctantly agreed, complaining that it was too hot and that being by the water wasn't really her thing. But sure enough, she led her stallion into the trailer and allowed Lorenzo to drive the two of them off to the beach trail.
Twenty minutes later, the truck rolled to a stop. Lorenzo parking it in the area designated for trailers and Kennedy hopped out of the passenger side door. She opened the back of the trailer and got inside, clipping her lead rope onto the leather halter and backed him off. Having already brushed the stallion beforehand, she just tacked him up - deciding on the teal set for Rosso. After she tightened the girth and put on the boots, she put her helmet on and led him towards the mounting block, getting on before waving to Lorenzo that she got on safely.
She nudged the stallion forward, weaving him through the trees that led towards the sandy beach. The stallion kept his head high, wondering what was going on.
Kennedy rested her head against the wall behind her, still hidden from sight. She felt trapped, feeling like she needed to do something. The brunette heard a commotion and watched as the cashier got stabbed after he had meddled with their plan to rob the coffee shop. She winced, knowing it wasn't a pleasant feeling having her fair share of stab wounds herself.
The sound of police sirens startled her even more, worried she'd be found out about her drug run. She saw Lorenzo's car pull up behind the police and a few seconds later her phone pinged loudly. Kennedy cursed under her breath, knowing one of the robbers would hear. Sure enough, one of the criminals ran towards the sound of her phone and found her. "Don't move little lady." The stranger said, pulling out a knife from his pocket. She whacked her purse against his face, hoping it would be a distraction. Her bag hit the target and the man grabbed his face in pain. He used his fist and hit her face - she was sure she'd have some bruising in the morning. Thinking quickly, she kicked him in the shin.
She took another sip of her drink, raising her eyebrow at the mention of his name. "Link? Is that some sort of nickname? Or did your parents really call you that?" She knew no one really liked their name but she seemed to enjoy hers. It was something that sounded snobby, which suited her personality.
"You mean someone that works here? I really don't think anyone would do that. I'm a bit difficult to work with. Though I did just hire a personal trainer." She knew it wouldn't be an overnight thing, but her strength would build up over time. The bartender glanced over and nodded, pulling a can out of the fridge and set it in front of him.
"So, you drink beer often then?" It was something that reminded her of her father. He was the beer drinker in their house. Both her and her mother disliked it. Kennedy glanced at the stage, noticing the next dancer after her had started. It wasn't often that she was around to watch her coworkers as she usually had a drug run after she was done.
Kennedy nodded, not bothering to say thank you. It wasn't something she said normally anyway. Her parents were too snobby to raise her with any sort of manners. Her eyes glanced back to the menu - Pizza wasn't on her usual diet, though she really didn't have any other choice.
"Your still in school? I thought you were older. Are you in Secondary?" She was glad that her school days were over. The subjects she learned weren't anything up her alley, though thanks to her driver - she was able to graduate all the mandatory schooling necessary. "Oh come on, there is always time to fool around." Sometimes she felt that's all she did, though more with her burlesque dancing job which her parents still didn't know about. It gave her the chance to express herself without any outside pressure.
"I can't remember the last time I had pizza. Any suggestions on what kind to eat?" She was bougie like that, usually sticking to salads and healthy things. Though it was time for her to break the diet. The cheese pizza was sticking out to her, though that seemed too simple for someone of her status. "Not really no, I usually eat at home to be honest. Do you eat here often?" She wasn't the one cooking though, and her parents were out on a late Valentine's Day date - leaving her on her own for dinner.
Kennedy didn't recognize the blonde, though she seemed like the type not to hang around the same crowd as she did. She glanced over at her menu as the younger woman spoke, wondering what she would order. Kennedy was used to people cooking for her, though she had managed to beg their chef at home to start cooking healthier - those burlesque dance moves weren't going to learn themselves.
"Alright fine. Have a seat, but only because you said I was the coolest one here." Lorenzo did say she had to be better at making friends anyway. Though she would be the last person to admit she didn't have any friends to begin with - her lifestyle was a bit too secretive for that. "I'm Kennedy. I don't think I've seen you before. Been in Hickstead long?" Thankfully though, she wasn't socially awkward. The woman quickly waved her hand up, sending a signal to a waiter that they would need a second menu.
Once the interaction was finished and the second menu was delivered, she gently pushed the menu towards Eva. "I thought this was the last place people would hang out. Seems like it's more popular than I thought."
After finishing at the barn, her father had sent her a text message with specific instructions to do another drug run. The buyer was to meet her behind the Lounge - as most people tended to do. With a quick text in return, she headed into the car where her driver was waiting for her. It seemed Lorenzo had received the same instructions so the two were off towards town.
It had been another difficult lesson with Stephanie. She seemed to be kicking her ass lately and the brunette wasn't sure if it was because of her attitude or if something else was going on behind the scenes. She knew the two of them were eventually going to benefit from it come show season, but for now it was a real struggle. As Kennedy sat in the back seat, she changed into something a bit more appropriate for a drug run and fixed her hair with dry shampoo and a hair brush, glad for the divider between herself and her driver.
The two chatted away as they drove towards the Lounge, the car coming to a stop as they arrived. He signaled to her that they had arrived just as Kennedy slid her feet into her sneakers. She nodded and got out of the car, picking up the black duffle bag as she left. The interaction was quick, a simple drop and switch of bags. Kennedy glanced inside to make sure the amount was correct before she got back in the car. She buckled her seatbelt and felt her stomach grumble. Lorenzo raised his eyebrow at her before he spoke. Miss Kennedy, did you not eat lunch today?" The brunette shook her head, she had been too busy looking after Rosso and cleaning her tack to eat.
Without another word, the driver drove off towards an unknown location. Kennedy shook her head knowing that her driver wouldn't take her anywhere weird or unsafe. In a few minutes, they arrived at the Pizza Express. "Now go in there and get yourself a pizza. Maybe make a friend too. Text me when you are done." She swore the driver was more of a father to her than her own, he always checked in on her. Kennedy admitted defeat with a sigh, getting out of the car - taking her purse with her before closing the door. She walked inside the restaurant and grabbed a booth to herself. It seemed the place was packed, so she was lucky to get the last booth to herself. It felt nice to sit down after a long day, hoping no one would bother her.
It wasn't long before she was indeed interrupted. She could almost sense someone approach her table. "Can I help you?"
"I'm usually here most nights if I'm not busy with my other job." She knew the schedule was posted on the website and she tried her best to remember it - but sometimes her father needed her to do a drug run last minute. "I'm sure you know my name already, but what's yours?" Kennedy grinned. Her name was typically mentioned before she came on to dance - though she couldn't tell if the teen had seen the whole thing or not.
"So there's nothing you'd change about the routine then?" She tried to ask a few people as it was not something she could discuss with her parents. "Well someone's a smooth talker. I do think I need to find someone to teach me some lessons though. Keep myself in shape when I'm not dancing." She just started working with a personal trainer at the Gym - hoping that it would help her in some way.
Kennedy nodded and waved the bartender over. She ordered a beer for the man next to her. "Do you know which kind of beer you'd like?" As she wasn't much of a beer drinker, Kennedy wouldn't be of much help if he didn't know. The bartender pulled down a beer glass from the shelf above his head and waited.
Kennedy was someone who tended to get in trouble, but this situation was different. Her eyes shifted to glance at the gang. They didn't seem to want anything from her, but she would be stupid to run for it.
She just wanted her coffee and then to head to the barn. Kennedy needed her bodyguard with her, but of course it was his day off. Her father trusted her enough to drive herself.
The woman would need to ask her father to sign her up for self-defense classes - if she got out of this alive. When the other people spoke, she continued standing still - wondering what to do. As it was a public place, she thought it was stupid to call the police.
Kennedy heard someone new talk and hoped that one of the spectators truly had called the police. They weren't the kind of people she wanted to interact with but today was different. Anything to get her out alive.
"You'll have to come any watch me again then." She used her hand to flip her hair back over her shoulder and smirked - having an audience was her favorite thing about dancing at the club.
Kennedy turned and took another sip of her drink through the small straw - starting to feel the buzz from the alcohol. "It's a shame really. Seems like lots of people like watching me." It made her feel more confident about herself after seeing how many people came to watch the show.
"As a job? It's been about a year now. I never took any lessons or anything." It was one thing she hid from her parents - they knew about the drug running as her father was her boss. "Did you want something to drink?" She glanced over at her new fan - realizing that he didn't have a drink in front of him.
She had yet another night of drug running and burlesque dancing behind her. The brunette loved both of her jobs but they took up most of her evenings - which meant she was spending her days sleeping.
Feeling like a zombie on this particular morning, she drove off to Starbucks, needing a caffeine kick before going to the barn to ride Rosso. Everyone else seemed to have the same idea however, so she had to wait in line for a few minutes.
Kennedy scrolled through social media to kill time and lifted her head when she heard a commotion, something she was used to being sensitive to due to her line of work. She felt a shiver run down her spine - her fight or flight response starting to kick in.
She didn't know what to do - the money from her drug run was still in her car. The board money for Rosso was due and she also needed to pay for her lessons as well. Watching the robbers, she clutched her bag - thinking she could use it as a weapon if needed.
The teen set the drink down and watched her coworkers take the stage. She was feeling more tired than usual - having hit the gym and ridden Rosso before she started work.
She didn't usually stay after to watch but there weren't any drug deals to run for her father today. Kennedy glanced around the room, seeing if she knew anyone to go talk to.
Kennedy heard a voice she didn't recognize coming from the seat next to her. She smiled before she turned her chair to face her neighbor. "Hi there. Did you really think so?" She didn't realize she had a fan already.
"Was that your first time watching me?" Kennedy didn't recognize the teenager sitting next to her, which was odd as she spent most nights dancing.
She took a moment to look at him. He seemed younger than her but she didn't mind that.
Kennedy had just finished another night of burlesque dancing at the club. She walked backstage and got changed - knowing she needed a drink or two before she headed home. There was also more of the show to watch before the night was truly over.
She put her costume in her locker and locked it up before walking out to the bar - the sound of her stiletto heels clicking against the floor. The brunette saw that her usual spot at the bar wasn't taken so she hopped up on the stool, hanging her bag across the back so it was close - in case she needed to make an exit.
A bartender approached her and set down a napkin, quickly followed by a vodka cran - something she had ordered for herself before she started work. Kennedy smiled and took a sip, spinning her chair towards the stage so she could watch the rest of the show.
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