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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Ha ha ha hilarious that any of you think you have a choice. Your plans are to be at this party, tough shit. I need one of you or whoever to go out and do an alcohol run, we're running low. You can have daddy's plastic if you're going to have a BF about it.
Honestly, he'll be in a foul mood for it later. Fuck knows how he's passed so far it's a rare miracle he goes to class. Well pull your dick out and hurry up, nobody needs to see me have a full on BF today.
More like as if they think you could get someone like me. You're leagues below me, hun. You'll have to offer something better than that... I quite like the name actually.
Yeah well that's a given, I didn't earn this nickname for nothing. Apparently he has to show up to a couple otherwise they'll take away his place or some bullshit. I reckon he'd just bored or I've annoyed him enough to get rid of him for a few hours. Thanks boo.. how long you going to be?
No, the vibe makes me feel like I'm stuck in some gross 90's romcom when the main couple don't realise their gross feelings yet. Pur-lease as if campus would think I'd stooped to your level. Your ass ain't a hat, pull your head out sweetie. Bets on that I can get him out in two weeks.
P.S I don't need to know about you being soft, but it doesn't surprise me. Weed'll do it...
It's not the bed that's the issue, it's the room - Theia's got her not-fuck buddy round and I don't do third wheeling. And what kind of impression is that? Want to screw with the new kid?
Without it you dope Want to try it and find out how how sweet I'll be? Dei isn't answering my calls, I think he might actually be in class or some shit. Well, if you're offering.. I'll take a sweet chilli wrap. 😘
Shiloh threw back the shot on the count of three and then grinned as she leaned forward and took the piece of lime from the meat-head jock with a slightly slopped kiss. Not as hot as she'd had before. Biting into the second hand lime to chase away the burn of tequila, she pulled away from the guy, forcing him to release his arms that had hooked around her waist in a possessive manner. He wasn't doing it for her, not tonight. He wasn't one she'd used before, not a regular, but for whatever reason she just wasn't interested. The guy was her usual type - broad shouldered, tall, well toned and handsome, lacking in braincells, but there was no reason to pass him up. He'd been trying it on all night and she'd entertained it to an extent, but now she was losing interest and it was time to cut him loose. There were a few of her regulars hanging around, a couple had given her the eye across the room, but she hadn't reciprocated yet, unsure if she wanted to go there.
She didn't know what was up with her, usually she was always in the mood whilst she drank, and it was a given that she would take someone to bed before the night was over, maybe two someone's if the night was right, but now she was pushing away her best prospect and walking off, grabbing a fresh cup and pouring in a healthy dose of grin before topping it with a brief spritz of lemonade. Her guy looked after her with a mopey expression which she dutifully ignored - so unattractive. Shi took a long, healthy sip of her new drink and mooched away from the crowd. The party had started in the guys dorms, not one of her crew's for once, but approved by her and her court members, and it had quickly spilled out of the dorms and into the common areas. The others were floating around somewhere and she caught a glimpse of Dei flirting heavily with a guy across the room. He glanced up, as if sensing eyes, and winked at her, before returning to his prey. Shi smirked but moved on, wandering back down the hallway and wandering into her room. The door had been left open for now, but nobody dared to toe the threshold without approval from Queen Bee. She had some proper decent vodka in here somewhere and it was time to bring out the good stuff.
”Your lack of strength gave it away.” She rolled her eyes, "Oh yeah like you're Mr Macho Man." He might not be in bad shape but he wasn't all rippling muscles and bulging biceps. She would know, she often found herself in the arms of a jock; they were plenty big enough. Not that she would want to be some super strong Mrs Incredible anyway; she was able enough to fight off unwanted attention, and that was enough for her. She had always been lucky enough to be slim, she didn't think of it as luck - it was just another part of her that was perfect - nobody wanted muscles on a girl.
She left him to his own devices as he sorted himself out and she started work on his ridiculous chart. At first she figured he had passed out or was people watching, letting out a sigh as she felt him peer over her shoulder; maybe not. ”Aw you do pay attention” Shi's eyebrows dropped and she ignored him for a moment as she continued down the rest of his chart, ticking no to their general 'have you got every awful illness under the sun' questions as she then signed her life away at the bottom. "You don't give me a choice, you never shut up about yourself." She muttered, and she leaned back in the chair when she was finished, a little bit horrified herself that she hadn't had to ask him a single question. Not disturbing at all. Her eyes drifted to the vending machine, "chocolate?" she shot his green tinged face a smirk.
”sadistic little thing aren’t you.” Shiloh smirked in response and shot Mal a look, "Don't pretend you don't like it," They might have a weird twisted love-hate thing but she knew that he liked her more than he didn't. He couldn't help himself, she was irresistible. ”I’m leaving her to it” She shot a look to Theia, watching her silently seething with a critical eye, then gave a hum of agreement to Mal, "I would, or you'll be next in the firing line," An eyebrow twitched slightly, "You think I'm a bitch, wait till she flies off the handle." Theia might be a grump more than a bitch in general, but she had a sharp tongue she saved for her favourite occasions. They had not started out as friends, there was a reason for that.
She gave a snort of laughter for the other responses as Pasha ignited irritation and amusement alike in them all at his assumptions. ”hole in one shaye. Especially with blondie” Shi rolled her eyes but she didn't deny it - he wouldn't be a good therapist though if he couldn't make some snap judgements about them. ”She isn’t joking either Pash, she definitely owns a crown.” Her smile had a triumphant edge at the agreement and she gave Mal a thankful look, "I have no doubt that she owns a crown, though I'm willing to guess it's cheap plastic and mirror backed glass gems." Shiloh gasped in mock honour. "How crass - It's got spikes and sparkles and everything," She added sweetly. "Oh, and the blood of my enemies, naturally." Now she was just being difficult, but it was keeping her entertained at least.
"This new class is mandatory, being only one day a week, to talk about mental health and will take up only five percent of your final grade. Failure to attend class may see disciplinary action... I don't read anything here that says you are being held at gun point. And the definition of a threat, to be threatened is a statement of an intention to inflict pain, injury, damage, or other hostile action on someone in retribution for something done or not done." Shiloh exaggerated the rolling of her eyes and faked a wide yawn. "So, that means you are afraid and by choice you remain. Interesting. And that's fine, I don't expect anyone to actually care. You all have your own agendas. But this class isn't here for you to soul search and understand, that is what Fridays are for.""Oh sure, we're just here for the fun of it, that's why we're all being super nice and welcoming for you, sweetie."
She gave a clap of her hands, a slow one at that, for his big speech about being gay. "Congratulations on coming out of the closet," She knew that wasn't the point of it, but she chose to pick up on that to piss him off. She raised her eyebrows at Theia's outburst, never having heard her talk so much before, and then looked back to Pasha, "Looks like all you're succeeding is doing is pissing people off. Maybe you should stick to your Friday voluntary sessions and call this one a failure."
She raised her eyebrows expectantly as he discovered the perspiration, as if to say 'told you so' without needing to say the words. She didn't appreciate the death grip he had on her hands though, narrowing her eyes slightly as she mentally grumbled that either his pain threshold had suddenly lowered or he was trying to be an asshole. It was tempting to shoulder off his arm and drop his ungrateful ass on the hard tiled floor, but then he might start crying and she really was not drunk enough to deal with that. ”It’s not my fault you don’t work out.” Shiloh rolled her eyes, "Who says I don't?" The gym membership she rarely used did. She was one of those lucky bitches who kept the weight off by existing; likely all the asshole comments she made - and she felt the nightly club dancing had something to do with it. She ate; most of the time. There was no need to go the whole skinny pretty blonde stereotype by adding 'eating disorder' to the list.
Shiloh released him for a moment as he handled his own shit whilst she spoke. When she glanced at him again, his pasty, sickly looking face certainly helped her cause. The other drab looking morons in the waiting room didn't look half as bad - probably had nothing better to do with their time than be here killing time. Hypochondriacs. ”She’s right, good chance I might throw up too.” Shiloh pulled a face at his announcement, jerking a thumb to him as she turned back to the receptionist. "FYI, I have a pretty decent gag reflex," She smirked and raised her eyebrows at the tease, "but I don't do vomit. Once he goes, I'll go." She warned. She really didn't. She rarely threw up, she had to be really ill to get that far, and when it was someone else she'd check through the door if they weren't dead - if they really needed her she'd do it, she'd hold back their hair... luckily most of her friends could hold their shit together when it came to alcohol. The receptionist seemed about to argue and Shiloh gave Mal a nudge under the desk with her elbow. "Oh God, you're about to blow, aren't you..." She made as if to take a step back just in case - leaving him to his own devices - and then the woman caved with a quick alright, alright, and grabbed a chart, almost throwing it at Shi with more aggression than was required. Shiloh shot her a glare as she took it.
Take a seat, fill this out, you'll get called shortly. Shiloh gave her a sarcastic smile but didn't bother to thank her. She offered Mal her arm again for reluctant help as they shuffled toward some chairs that were free. She slumped into one beside him with a yawn and gave her eyes a rub so she could read the tiny print. Her gaze glanced over the questions, but she surprisingly didn't need to ask him anything as she wrote down his name.. his date of birth... his address... his emergency contact - well it wasn't going to be his parents - though it was tempting to put down 'weed' with the 'prescribed meds'.
She rolled her eyes at the huff, but didn't comment. He clearly had something up his butt about being here, and hospitals - she wasn't sure if it was the building or the people, but his aversion to them was too obvious to be the general 'I can't be assed to go'; which happened more often than not with their group. She had no issue with needling him about it, but there was a ...albeit tiny... part of her that had an inkling she could only push him so far on this. She would quite happily patch up her friends on many occasions, but setting potentially broken bones was beyond her pay grade. "I might have a mean cross-stitch but I draw the line at x-ray vision," besides, even if they knew for sure if it was broken or not, things under the skin could mean other complications. She might not like the guy but she loved him in a weird way, like all her friends, and she'd be a little miffed if he died because he refused to walk through some doors.
Through will-power alone she ignored his glare, flicking her blonde hair over her shoulder instead and smiling at him sweetly. ”I’m stone cold sober blondie, we got kicked out before I could even take a sip.” She made a fake sad face, "awe, boo hoo." Then sighed, "so you can't lie that the sweat you're covered in isn't from pain." Which was absurd. She watched him consider his options, waiting expectantly for him to accept her hands. ”I just don’t like them. . no but I can hop, we go in, we get crutches, we leave.” This time she couldn't help but pull a face, "yes yes you giant baby," She waved off his words with her expression - as her hands were full with his. She grabbed him and hefted him as best she could to his feet, then out the way of the door so she could nudge it shut with a hip, not bothering to lock it right then. She slung one of his arms around her shoulders and curled the other around his side in a more comfortable way to help him hobble in.
"God you weight a tonne," She complained, not that he did really but she knew that the more she could piss him off and berate him, the more he might not notice they were crossing the threshold as the doors opened and a rush of stale cool air hit her. She curled her lip. Hospitals did suck. Then she forced him to turn left toward A&A, almost dragging him over to the receptionist. "Hi... possible broken ankle or something equally hideous. If you can bump him to the top of the queue that'd be great appreciated. He's not good with pain and might faint any second, and I haven't had enough protein to hold onto him. The last thing I need is for him to crack his head open on your floor next too," She pulled her usual acting bullshit through to look both harassed and innocent; people didn't get bumped unless they were dying, but if that didn't do the trick she had others up her metaphorical sleeves.