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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Leave it to his cousin to point out that Elliot was simply pussyfooting around the matter: why don't you tell him? It seemed like such a simple task, and maybe it was, but Elliot was making it more complicated than it needed to be. Life was funny like that. He could simplify just about anything and everything except when it came to his parents, then somehow, it became messy and the man forgot how to make things simple. A sigh escaped him, "I'm the only child and I feel like I'm killing their dream." How many times had he heard over the years that the store was for him, being left for him, yadda yadda yadda. Elliot couldn't imagine running the store, he could barely stand the clientele, "Maybe I'm over thinking it though."
He supposed he wasn't surprised by Tempe's answer, it was the exact reason why Elliot had been caring less and less sitting behind that counter waiting to ring people up or stack shelves out in the open where anybody could bother him. Elliot mulled it over silently, taking a sip of his coffee now before concluding out loud, "I can't blame you for having those thoughts. I have them too." Guess the hardware store issue would be saved for another day. He switched topics though, as bluntly as ever, "I take it though that building and being outside isn't the only thing that has been making you happy as of late."
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Thirty Three . Barn Designer. Sales Associate - Scott's Hardware. LGBTQ+ . Single
"Really? You don't look like a girl who people would try and run over," he mused now, blue eyes glancing over at her once more time from his stretch. Morgan may be small, but she was lean and full of muscle with an angry face. Granted, Elliot supposed that anybody thought they could take on a small woman. People were dumb like that. He adjusted his stretch now, folding one leg out as he leaned forward, watching Morgan go into a plank now. Guess she was a woman who liked to torture herself between this and spin class, "Nah, just because I see you in your glass box spin room doesn't mean I know your name."
He heard her scoff after finishing her plank and allowing herself some time to reset. Somehow, Elliot wasn't surprised that he already managed to anger her. Guess she wouldn't want to be hanging out with him any time soon after this, "Well, power to them then." The man was certain there was something wrong with them, but you know what, if it made them happy, then that was their prerogative then, and who was he to argue that. He shifted to his other leg now, still making sure to not accidently smack Morgan while moving. Elliot couldn't even imagine the sort of earful he would get otherwise, "Nah. I don't think so. This ex was from a while ago and your accent screams you're not from around here." Large shoulders shrugged, "I'm sure everyone wants to think they're a peloton or soulcycle instructor now when it comes to the bike and resistance."
A wry smile was offered at the joke, "Ah. So that explains the tent I walked passed here." Elliot supposed he wasn't surprised to hear someone who taught spin class lived as the gym. He laid back now, bringing up his knee to his chest. A snap, crackle, pop could be heard, "I swear, fireworks could go off from my joints." He muttered under his breath, as his blue eyes looked to Morgan once more, "No, I don't live here. I live over at Scott's Hardware. What barn are you at? I don't ride, but I go over to fix things."
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Thirty Three . Barn Designer. Sales Associate - Scott's Hardware. LGBTQ+ . Single
He smiled wryly at Shecanna's cheeky comeback, if one could call it, "Thanks. I appreciate it." Once again, drifting back to being a man a few words. Sometimes, it was hard to tell if it was a curse or not. Perhaps it depended on the situation. For non commitment flings, it had never been an issue, but every serious relationship he had, well, Elliot's personality had burned him one too many times. Only time would tell on how Shecanna Auten may fair with him, but the man honestly was willing to give it a shot.
Elliot could feel her eyes on him now, and he purposely gave her a show, but hardly an obvious one. To be honest, it happened to have been fate that the woman had stumbled upon him. He had beginning to think that he would go the entire work day without seeing her. Blue eyes fell back on her once he finished, watching her as she drank. Shecanna was certainly dressed for a work day, but that didn't detract from her beauty.
The man made a face at her comment, "Why would anyone want a break from you? Do you drive a hard bargain?" He asked now, breaking into a protien bar now. Oreos would come later, when he knew he was crashing near the end of the day and needed that last minute jolt to drive him forward. Speaking of forward, Shecanna's beer comment felt that way. He arched an eyebrow, but smiled, "Beer with you sounds great. Although I can't imagine you bugging me."
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Thirty Three . Barn Designer. Sales Associate - Scott's Hardware. LGBTQ+ . Single
A snort of laughter couldn't help but to escape Elliot, "Ah Tanner. Such a lady killer." Granted, that boy was so nice and thoughtful, the man wondered if the attention went over his nephew's head. Not that it mattered, it wasn't exactly his problem nor did Tempe seem too worried, "Ah well, Tanner's smart. I'm sure if anyone was asking for him to sire their future children, he'd head for the hills." While he knew that his cousin was joking on that front, Elliot felt like there was a kernel of worry behind it.
He might had offered some other words of 'Elliot Scott wisdom' if it weren't for the fact that the woman was already gracefully handing him the plate of her untouched food, and disappearing before he could protest. A frown rested on his lips as he was, figuratively, left behind in the dust. Sighing, knowing defeat, Elliot soon settled into the porch chair and went to work - the quiche disappeared by the time she returned with his coffee.
Gently, large hands took the mug of hot coffee from her. The scent of a hot, fresh brew already hitting him like a sweet siren. Elliot brought it to his nose, heaving in as Tempe settled into her chair and took a sip. Happily, he lounged back now, settling in himself before Tempe began her inquiry. Elliot felt like a sigh coming on, but he managed to keep it at bay, "Yeah. Something about not understanding how a stud finder works. People are dumb. I don't get how you do it. I'm not built for customer service." He took another sip now, blue eyes staring out onto her street, "I think...Dad wanting me to take over the shop is getting to me. Dropping hints all the the time." His gaze looked to her now, seriously, "Think you would ever consider running it?"
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Thirty Three . Barn Designer. Sales Associate - Scott's Hardware. LGBTQ+ . Single
Elliot arched his eyebrow at his nephew's snort, but didn't make a comment about. He knew what it was about, and the man wouldn't deny that between him and his cousin - he was the lazier one when it came to helping out. Elliot had his reasons, but that didn't mean he was going to go off load them onto his twenty year Tanner 'just because'. Stepping over and into the threshold of the house now, Elliot could hear the quick pattering of paws. It wouldn't be long before he would be greeted by what felt like the world's smallest aussie shepherd, "Ah yeah. Dad's been hitting me with hints too about his age," he said nonchallantly, watching Binky huff at his shoes "Sorry to hear that's she's gone more now - I'm sure she rather be here with you. With all the freelance she's getting, she might not need the hotel for much longer."
Bending down, he allowed the little puppy to sniff his hands now, and once he passed inspection, gave her a nice scratch behind the ear. Honestly, Elliot could have sworn that Binky fit in the palm of his hands. Once done, he pushed himself back up. Just as well as Tanner expertly distracted his dog with a rope toy now, sending her skittering off in a tiny tornado of fluff and nails, "I can't even imagine pet parents or people looking to become pet parents. You might be onto something that the hardware store." Elliot commented now, before adding on wrly, "That or Grandpa and Grandma are more lax about you talking to the young people who stop by to visit you there." He gave a light clap on Tanner's shoulder with his hand as the end of his comment before following him into the kitchen.
Putting the bag of food on the counter now, Elliot just leaned his hip into the island, blue eyes watching his nephew pull out the needed plates and silver wear, "Grandma just likes to boss me around. And well, she's your grandmother, so you are her surrogate child and she thinks you still need looking after while your mom's been more busy." There was no doubt in his mind that Phoebe Scott would never see any of them as more than children in her eyes until the day she dies, "And I've been doing some work. Helped out a lady friend over at one of the barns. John Ryan has me drafting up a new breeding barn as an anniversary gift for his wife. Boring stuff for you, really." He dug around in the bag now, the tupperware still warm as he popped the lid open, allowing the scent of fried dough and fresh meat into the air, "Best food in town."
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Thirty Three . Barn Designer. Sales Associate - Scott's Hardware. LGBTQ+ . Single
It had only been thirty minutes into work before Elliot Scott walked out, his patience had been worn down to a a tiny straw and he was the camel. His parents could also tell, and told him to take off, before anything happened. There was only so much time in the day where the man could spent staring at off white paint chips, trying to explain all the differences, while the customer just kept on circling back to the same one before asking about another one. Elliot just wanted to ring their neck and tell them to take the stupid eggshell one that they so clearly wanted.
But that was avoided, and he was stomping down the road to his cousin's house, figuring if she would not be a sympathetic ear, she would at least be able to give him some coffee while he cooled down. Tempe also, finally, mastered some very delicious breakfast food that Elliot was hoping to steal, if not freely given. And as fate would have it, blue eyes spotted her sitting on the front porch of her house and from what he could see, she had both plate in her hands as well as a cup of coffee. He ventured on up the stairs as Tempe greeted him.
"I'm not here for Tanner," he replied, "I think since he's made a friend who is a girl, he's had less need for me." Elliot was also pretty certain that half of the time they hung out, it was because his mother, Phoebe - Tanner's grandmother, apparently did not seem to believe that a twenty year old boy could manage survival skills while his mother was out working or on a date, "I will, however, take quiche and black coffee. Should I show myself to the kitchen or just swipe it from your plate?" The man, quite frankly, was willing to do either given how delicious that quiche looked.
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Thirty Three . Barn Designer. Sales Associate - Scott's Hardware. LGBTQ+ . Single
Elliot had no idea he had an audience in that moment as gloved hands grabbed hold of a rotten piece of fencing and pulled, the board plying off with brute strength alone. As he tossed it to the side, it was only then did he realize he was not alone: “It’s me, Shecanna.” Glancing over his shoulder now, piercing blue eyes fell on the beautiful blonde now, and he couldn't help but to offer a small smile, "I can see that." He turned to face her now, unperturbed by the fact that he was half naked in front of her, Elliot didn't mind, and from what he could see, she did not seem to mind either.
Laughter actually escaped him at her comment about supervising him, "You don't strike me as particularly bossy enough to supervise," he teased back now, removing his gloves to stuff them in his back pocket, figuring that this was going to be a nice break, "Admittingly, I was a little disappointed when some lanky kid showed me where to get started instead of you." Elliot supposed that didn't matter now though, given it was Shecanna standing before him instead of Nat. Her offer of extra snacks and water though was most welcome, "I wont say no to provisions."
Gently, he took them from her before leaning up against a good part of the fence he just fixed, snapping the lid off the water, pouring a little into his hand, before splashing it on to his face and neck to cool off. He eyed her curiously now before asking with a smile, "So are you going to supervise me on my break now since you missed the opportunity to supervise me this morning?"
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Thirty Three . Barn Designer. Sales Associate - Scott's Hardware. LGBTQ+ . Single
Blue eyes watched the young redhead for a moment as she deepened her hamstring stretch, quirking an eyebrow at her response and shrugging off his apology, "Oh really? The amount of sass in your delivery suggested otherwise," Elliot responded now - his tone matter-o-factly. He wasn't looking for a fight, just merely stating the facts. How the young woman would take it though, well, that was up to her. The man didn't care either way. Given it had been leg day though, it did occur to him that he would be sitting on the ground near her.
With that realization, Elliot took a step two or two back before settling himself down onto the ground to begin his own cool down. He was glad he did though when the young woman responded to his title for her: “Spin girl? Really? That’s the best you can do?” He could not help but to chuckle lightly over that comment as he folded one leg in and straighten the other one out now, reaching to his toes and grabbing hold of them to feel the stretch now, "Well, I don't know your name." He doubt the fiery redhead would let him off with such a cop out, but it was his only answer.
Blue eyes glanced up at her now when she asked him if he had taken a spin class of hers before, "No. I'm a guy," well, that probably wasn't much of an answer, "An ex of mine did though, and I witnessed the aftermath of the burn though and decided I wouldn't torture myself like that." Hopefully that would be a far more valid excuse of why he opted to not sit on a spin bike and die for fifty minutes or so. His thirty seconds of stretching had long since passed, as he switched out his legs now, "Ah, Morgan. I can't say I'll forget it now," Elliot replied before adding on, "I'm Elliot." Might as well trade names since neither one of them is going to vacate.
Folding his other leg now, he pressed his two feet together to make the butterfly stretch and continued on, "Do you live here in the gym full time?" She was, in fact, perhaps the only person in town it felt like that he had not run into at the hardware store, "I don't think I've seen you outside of it."
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Thirty Three . Barn Designer. Sales Associate - Scott's Hardware. LGBTQ+ . Single
Elliot Scott had been annoyed when his father had delegated work at Blue Arces Stables to his cousin, Tempe Scott. He felt like that had been happening a lot lately, and he understood why, and while Elliot would never be petty about it, it still annoyed him and it annoyed him even more because he wasn't sure if it had been a work order that Shecanna Auten had put in or not. Still, Tempe must have sensed his annoyance with his father, since she had gracefully handed the job off to him and that was how he found himself in the Blue Arces pastures on an unusually hot September day.
It hadn't been Shecanna who had greeted him when he had arrived, it had been Nat Williams, and while Elliot's face had remained blank and stoic as ever, the man had found himself disappointed. While he hardly knew the beautiful blonde, and they had only exchanged a handful of texts since she had recently reached out to him on her own accord, Elliot had found himself enamored. Yes, as of right now, it was purely sexual attraction, and he would deny any suggestions that he wanted to have fun in the sheets with her even if it were a lie, but Elliot wouldn't mind getting to know her.
But he supposed that would be saved for another day. Elliot finally hammered in one last nail, and got up, taking a step back to admire his work on the first section of the fence. Still, he had a few more fixes to go. The sun was beating down on him though, his beading sweat reminded him of that. Certain that he was alone, all except for a few curious horses staring at him across the way, Elliot stripped his shirt off and simply threw it to the side, before getting back to work - completely unaware that the woman who had been haunting this thoughts lately was approaching.
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Thirty Three . Barn Designer. Sales Associate - Scott's Hardware. LGBTQ+ . Single
Elliot Scott had been slated for the afternoon shift at Scott's Hardware Store, leaving his morning wide open, and what better way to start off the day with a 5 am, two hour workout, dedicated to leg day? The man knew he would probably have regrets about it later in the day, or even the next day, as no one with a hint of testosterones every enjoyed leg day, but unlike others, Elliot Scott refused to look like a chicken - all bulk in the arms and chest with spindly legs, so here he was, finishing off the last of his sets at 620 and nothing ever felt so good.
But he still had one last leg of his workout to go, and that was cooling down cardio. Twenty minutes later, the man was officially done with everything. Elliot looked at the time, 7 am, and he was drenched. As tempting as it was to skip stretching and go home so he could shower, he knew better than to skip it. Ever since he had hit his thirties, there would be odd times where something would just randomly hurt, and he couldn't exactly afford to have his body hurting. Heading over to the aerobics section of the gym, he grabbed a matt and a foam roller, not even noticing that there had been someone else in the room.
In fact, Elliot had been so out of it post workout that he hadn't even realized that he had been hovering over some petite redhead until she announced herself: "Can I help you?" Blue eyes snapped to the young woman now and merely stared at her before grunting an apology. He took a rather large side step, although this was an easy task with his frame, to give her her space before laying out the matt and lowering himself to the ground. Elliot made a face as his body protested as he settled nicely onto the floor, and knew this session was going to feel painfully long, "Sorry, didn't see you." Elliot finally said, finally looking over at her and getting a really good look now, "Oh, you're the spin girl, aren't you?"
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Thirty Three . Barn Designer. Sales Associate - Scott's Hardware. LGBTQ+ . Single
"Leftovers?" He asked now, scrunching his face, "Those can wait. I bargained heavily for this food." When his nephew moved to the side to let him in, Elliot didn't even blink and stepped into the house, making sure to avoid the small dog who had just minutes earlier had been convinced she had been the three headed dog of the underworld. The man wasn't surprised to hear that Tempe had actually been on a handy job verses a date like his mom likely had hoped she had been on, "Ah yeah, they are. Another trend I am sure will be dead in a month or two."
Its not that Elliot didn't mind people getting creative with their houses or were wanting to do something unique, it was just annoying to deal with the sudden influx of eagerness at the store. And eagerness had never been an attitude that Elliot handled very well, especially early in the morning, "Your mom is becoming quite popular, huh?" Another thing that the man didn't mind, it was good to see that Tempe was feeling bold enough to go out on her own now and put work into something that she had truly been passionate about rather than just being a maid. Yeah, it cut into his own freelance work, but Elliot saw it as a minor blessing. While homes were nice and all, Elliot tended to lean more towards horse barns, tack sheds, and elaborate chicken coops rather than humans.
He followed Tanner into the kitchen now and set the bag on the table, cracking a wry smile at his nephew's joke, "I'm sure your mother wouldn't care if I left you alone, but if your grandma found out, she'd have my hide and...I rather keep it." It suddenly also occurred to Elliot in this kitchen that he hadn't exactly been the best about keeping up with Tanner's life either, "What have you been up to anyways? I haven't exacty been Uncle of the Year with keeping tabs on you except for family dinners."
I Don't Need Anything That Fancy. Just T-Shirt And Jeans.
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Thirty Three . Barn Designer. Sales Associate - Scott's Hardware. LGBTQ+ . Single
I gotta look over my schedule for the upcoming two weeks, but I'll make something happen. Tempe can always cover me.
