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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He took a sip of his coffee and laughed, "Making notes on what to get still? How many bags are you going to have me carrying?" Jax teased now, although he really didn't mind too much. He knew he could always call it a light workout if Ember started to panic or feel guilty. Hopefully she knew him well enough that being a jerk is never his intention though. The idea of her stopping by his work to give him a earful actually caused him to laugh, "You? Give me an earful? I can't even imagine you raising your voice, let alone at me." Granted, the young woman was a teacher, so she probably had it in herself to do so, but so far between their two meetings, Ember seemed like a rather quiet and shy.
They started to walk again now, passing stalls while occasionally stopping to peruse. A lot of the stalls now didn't catch his eye, mainly because they were specific towards babies and women. Although it was hard to ignore the veggies and fruits along the way. Still, Jax wasn't really here to grocery shop, "No problem. I have half an hour off before Dahlia expects me back...so fifteen minutes left? Work's kinda quiet anyways. Although maybe I should knock on some wood for that."
He must have had a resting face of something, because he caught Ember's eyes sneak a glance at him before commenting on how he must be bored. Jax offered his boyish smile, "What? No. I'm spending time with you. How can I possibly be bored?" Still, he did need to grab his lunch for the office. The farmer's market was no place to sit down and eat on a bench, "There's a stall that sells sandwiches I need to stop by at," and he couldn't help but to laugh, "I'm not hero, but thanks for the compliment. And really, you don't have to buy my lunch. I'm happy to help you out with the furniture and haul your bags. It's really not a problem." And with that, he lead the way to the stall.
They say its a suicide mission. I intend to prove them wrong.
thanks aofie!
Thirty Six . Inactive US NAVY . Floral Designer . Crushing
Laughter escaped him, "Maybe he or she will be be a mama's child and lack some attitude." After all, that's how he had been - but maybe it had something about being the 'man of the house' also as the only guy. Either way, Jax had did his best to not give his mom grief once she became a single mom. She did what she had to do to get by, besides, his sisters had all the attitude that the Shepherd Household could handle. "You must have mellowed out since becoming a teenager. You haven't exactly leveled me with any attitude," Jax joked now, "As for getting out of the house, I'll take you out to Magnolia's sometime when you get back from your trip."
Hazel eyes clocked that frown on her lips as he spoke, a little surprised that his comment about girls who couldn't handle is out of touch communications. In fact, Emberlynn seemed truly annoyed by it all. The man simply grinned though, "Thanks for having my back then and understanding. You know where I work for now, so if I'm really a slacker and you need something from me, you can always pop by." And he meant it, Jax wasn't always the greatest communicator. Sometimes he just needed a gentle nudge, " Thank god it's not Ikea. Just get me a six pack of Bottington's. You can grab it from any local store. And homemade Texas style fried chicken? Color me intrigued."
Thankfully, there wasn't many fall holidays that demanded flowers, so Jax figured he could work something out fairly quickly. His coffee was served up, and handed to him as he handed over a few pounds to cover it, waving off the change. While he knew the United Kingdom really didn't believe in tipping, Jax found himself too distracted to deal with spare money, "Of course. I get it. Probably not the thing you want to be dealing with post birth. I'll have an answer to you by the end of the day." Adjusting her bags, he popped the lid off of his coffee now, figuring he'd live on the dangerous side while walking, "Yeah, no problem. Best stretch out my legs before I gotta go sit around at work. Anywhere else you need to stop by?"
They say its a suicide mission. I intend to prove them wrong.
thanks aofie!
Thirty Six . Inactive US NAVY . Floral Designer . Crushing
As a mild look of jealous swept over Emberlynn's features for the briefest of moments, followed by a snort escaping Olympia standing besides him, Jax Shepherd suddenly realized that this somehow turned into his most dangerous mission yet. And in that moment, he rather be breaking into a terrorist compound at the dead of morning rather than be in-between these two women. Nevermind besides his sisters, Emberlynn and Olympia were the most important women in his life. Hazel eyes also caught the look on Olympia's face when he stated they were just friends, and he wasn't exactly sure what to make of the frown that had graced her features. He remained dead quiet between their exchange, which turned out to be civil, but the man cringed a little when Olympia mentioned the baby daddy.
He was beginning to feel a little forgotten all of the sudden, as if Jax had been the one to intrude on something. His heart was still racing, and his pulse was beating with every second that passed by where he found himself uncertain of what to do until Emberlynn spoke: "Oh I am sorry for intruding on your guys conversation I definitely did not mean to step on any toes.” In that moment, the man made certain to seize control of the situation, "You're not interrupting anything. I, uh, made these for you." And Jax unceremoniously shoved them into Emberlynn's hands before his own hands became too sweaty with nerves from this situation. Hazel eyes stared at her for a moment, before suddenly needing a distraction, and glanced back to Olympia, "I can help you with carrying any of Ember's stuff to her car. What time is your event this weekend? I can grab Ember on my way to you."
Wait, did he just inadvertently say he was taking Emberlynn Myer out on a date that his best friend Olympia Blanchet was hosting? Suddenly, Jax thought he might need a beer.
They say its a suicide mission. I intend to prove them wrong.
thanks aofie!
Thirty Six . Inactive US NAVY . Floral Designer . Crushing
"Awh, well, congratulations on having a baby girl," Jax said with a grin, "I assume you're happy?" Not that he had any experience himself or with his sisters on how women felt about baby genders, but he knew from his friends in the Navy that always hoped for a boy, but ended up happy no matter what. He assumed it was the same for women, hoping for a girl, but in the end, it didn't matter. As for her small gathering, Jax saw nothing negative that could behold from her parents and southern cooking, "Hey, now I'm jealous. Too bad you can't bring some back for me," he joked, "Granted, Sweet Magnolia's downtown is pretty good if you have a hankering here."
He relaxed a little bit when the young woman laughed now, knowing that all was forgiven on being terrible at staying in contact, "Glad you don't hold that against me. I haven't been very lucky in the past finding someone as understanding as you." What little dating he had done post Academy had all ended because of his lack of communication, it never seemed to matter to his significant other that he wasn't allowed contact when out on mission or training took up his time. The Navy girls got it, but the civilians not as much, "And you're right, I guess the universe did stick us back together today. And now I can't forget to text you." He joked with a grin.
"Yeah, no problem," Jax said now as Emberlynn slid the bag from her shoulder, the man gently took it from her now, ever the gentleman. Holding the bag firmly in his hand, he nodded for her to follow him as they walked at a casual pace down the stalls. Besides him, the young woman seemed to still be window shopping, so he did his best to match her small strides even when Jax was beginning to feel that need for coffee. Then, her voice perked up and he was almost certain he didn't hear her correctly, "Hm?" Hazel eyes looked to Emberlynn now, who looked awfully bashful all of the sudden and it became clear he hadn't misheard her, "Uh, sure. No problem. Happy to help out," he said with a grin, "As long as it's not ikea. The sweds get the best of my anger. You can pay me in beer and take out fried chicken."
He got to the coffee stall now, and ordered his coffee - black, as always, before following up with Emberlynn, "I'll text you my schedule for the next two weeks when I get home. We can compare avaliblity. When do you need it done by?"
They say its a suicide mission. I intend to prove them wrong.
thanks aofie!
Thirty Six . Inactive US NAVY . Floral Designer . Crushing
Jax let out a laugh as the young woman before him tried to put a positive spin on his family situation, "You haven't met my sisters," he said with a smile, "I think you might be too gentle of a soul to meet them. But I appreciate the words. Maybe you're right. Something good will come out of it." The man still wasn't so sure about it, his family had a lot of ups and downs since he was little, but there was no need to let his own drama get in the way of this moment with Ember. Hazel eyes watched as her cheeks flushed a little bit, a cute look on her but decided against voicing it just in case it made her feel a little more self conscious around him: "I wouldn’t say glowing far from I feel like an overstuffed Oreo, but I know she is healthy and growing.”
A playful grin danced across his lips, "Hey, don't knock yourself short. I love double stuffed Oreos. I'm sure your future daughter appreciates it too," and then after a moment, something dawned on him, "I guess this means you know the gender of your baby. Hope you weren't trying to keep that secret." Jax listened to Ember's thoughts on having to fly back home. He could understand how overwhelming it could be, especially with family involved. Not that he had any babies, but Jax had several unexpected parties thrown before, "I'm sure it will do you some good to go home and see the folks. Plus, you'll be getting yourself some authentic Texas food." Jax watched her pause for a moment before flustering up again, but her laugh remained steady and joyful despite it all.
"I'm sorry to hear that's what people think, that's not very cool," he responded now, knowing he would feel annoyed if people would just want to use him as a DD, "I'm sure they think they're doing you a favor. As for the staying in contact, well, I think it's just hard for some people. Not like I'm the greatest at it given I forgot to call you." He said with a laugh now, running a hand through his brunette hair now, messing up whatever attempt at a style he had. At her tea being done and then her offer to walk around, Jax nodded, "Yeah, sure. I was on my way to get myself a coffee from a shop a few stalls down." It didn't look like she had much to carry, but nonetheless, he figured he out to be a gentleman, "Need me to carry anything for you? Not to brag, but I'm pretty strong." As soon as the words left his lips, Jax felt a little awkward afterwards. Well, that was dumb of him, what the fuck was he trying to play at with that? It was too late now though, so hazel eyes just watched Ember, waiting to gage her reaction.
They say its a suicide mission. I intend to prove them wrong.
thanks aofie!
Thirty Six . Inactive US NAVY . Floral Designer . Crushing
Jax about jumped out of his skin when a voice broke through the quiet chatter in the teacher's lounge: "Jax Shepherd! Fancy seeing you here!” He stopped dead in his tracks, no doubt looking like some pathedic deer in the headlights when hazel eyes glanced over and saw none other than his friend, Olympia Blanchet, coming over. Before he could even get anything out of his mouth, she was grabbing him to give him one of her famous bear-like hugs without crushing his flowers, "Olympia! Well, I-" Jax started now, but the blonde woman was already launching into her typical warm chatter now. It felt like all eyes were on them now as she inquired who his flowers were - which must have looked odd given he was not in his work delivery uniform.
"Oh, well, sure I am free this weekend as far as I know," he said with a grin now, "And the flowers are for-" but he quieted now as a voice broke through his own words now: "Jax? what are you doing here?” Well shit. In all of the chaos that had ensued with Olympia's arrival, he had lost Emberlyn Myers from his sightings, only now to find her standing in front of him and his best friend with a look on her face that he couldn't quite read. But as Ember's hazel green eyes looked between him and then Olympia, it became clear what she might be thinking. Jax felt his face burn now with horror, no doubt flushing red, "Ember! It's not what it looks like," he didn't know why he spoutting off like he had just been caught cheating (and for the record, it was something he would never fathom, "Olympia and I are jsut friends." Well, best friends, but no need to get into the logistics right now with that.
Hazel eyes looked to Olympia now, asking for help in this endeavor. Although now he realized in the back of his mind that this could go one of two ways - either Olympia would be cool as a cucumber, or she would accidently follow him down the rabbit hole of awkwardness as well. He was still clutching his flowers now, almost a little too tightly, mentally annoyed with himself that of all the places in the world, he thought that the teacher's lounge would have been the best place to deliver flowers that he specifically made for Emberlynn.
They say its a suicide mission. I intend to prove them wrong.
thanks aofie!
Thirty Six . Inactive US NAVY . Floral Designer . Crushing
Jax couldn't help but to smile at her response and feel a little guilty about it too. From what he could tell, Ember hardly seemed annoyed with him for dropping the ball on call failure, but depending on how this day might go - he would be more than willing to make up for it. And then came the dangerous question: "How have you been Jax?” He felt a little bashful now, knowing he was going to have to fess up, "Ah, well, still dealing with my mess of a family," Jax said, "Thinking it might have been better if my Dad just stayed hypothetically dead after all of these years rather than feeling guilty and putting us in his will." Although, if that had been the case, he would have never ended up in Hickstead and standing with the woman before him.
He supposed there had been other things that had been keeping him busy as well, or mentally checked out. Things that he was only just starting to realize they were a problem after it reared its head with his sisters, and a close call with Olympia, leaving them all freaked out. The PTSD. The thing Jax was convinced he didn't have and the Navy had been crazy to think he had, might actually be true. Typical guy that he was though, Jax was still convinced that he could cure it on his own verses talk to a therapist. Snapping out of his thoughts though, hazel eyes ran over Ember for a split second before finally saying, "Looks life life has been treating you well." Wow, he could do better than that, "Got that glow and everything," Jax added on with a laugh now, "What have you been up too?"
They say its a suicide mission. I intend to prove them wrong.
thanks aofie!
Thirty Six . Inactive US NAVY . Floral Designer . Crushing
Jax found it a little funny that people would actually try and do the ole sneak attack photo with a WWE wrestler, but maybe he was just too old by now to understand. Laughter escaped him, "Ah, well, as long as they don't disturb your piece and quiet." Kinda felt like that was why Jax was out here himself, even with all the inheritance and Navy drama going on. He liked to think he was doing better though, if even just a little bit.
At least he hadn't been awkward enough to cause Lindsay Walsh to just flat out run away from him. It looked like they would be sharing this piece of scenery for a bit now - which Jax didn't mind. He had been enjoying his time in Hickstead so far, but with Hughs off the grid, he felt like he had done nothing but socialize with the opposite sex lately. Obviously, not a bad thing, but after three sisters, sometimes, Jax just wanted a bro, "I'm sure a convention will be fun though. Crowds of doting fans and all." It would be tempting to go, but the second he thought about crowds, he thought better about it as a chill ran over his spine.
Hazel eyes glanced over at him curiously for a moment at the greens mention, "I can't tell if you're talking about the scenery before us or a lack of spinach and salad in England." He said jokingly now, "So what does a retired wrestler do around the country side of England to pass the time? I don't think even your wikipedia page says where you ran off too after retiring."
They say its a suicide mission. I intend to prove them wrong.
thanks aofie!
Thirty Six . Inactive US NAVY . Floral Designer . Crushing
Even though her back was turned to him, Jax's could feel her rolling her eyes. Call it an older brother's intuition. Guess it was just going to be like the good ole times then, not much had changed. He followed her to the kitchen now, hazel eyes taking in the sights. It was all so...much, "I can't believe Dad lived here," the man mused out loud, "Coming from South Carolina to this?" Jax supposed that people could say the same thing about Wisteria though and her sudden hit at fortune a few years back, but the air in the room made it clear that he shouldn't broch such a topic.
It became clear that he had already crossed a line by brining Meghan and Wisteria up, and while his youngest sister didn't play a game of chicken, she was certainly annoyed with him. Hazel eyes watched as she went through the motions of making coffee, but there looked to be a certain specialty of Penelope Shepherd's famous anger and temper hinted with it. While Jax didn't fear his littlest sister (after all, he was her favorite), he knew when to tread water, "Ah okay. Wait - what were you going to be doing in London? Show?" Like always, Jax felt like he was suddenly playing catch up. Figures.
But even that couldn't take away from the next blow - even though it wasn't exactly aimed at him: "Took them long enough. I would think Wisteria would’ve made her mark here already.” The venom was unmistakable, "Eh, they have lives..." he commented, merely half defending the other two, "I'm not sure if Wisteria is after the house, just...inheritance. I assume she wants to go back to New York as quickly as possible. At least, that's what it sounded like at the airport when I picked her up. She'll be out of your hair in no time." Maybe that would placate Penny just a little, but somehow he doubted it. When she asked how he would like his coffee, he just smiled wryly, "Just black. No poison or anything please." Hazel eyes watched the cup be placed down in front of him now as she went back to work, "So are you still single or do you finally have someone that I get to threaten for being in your life?"
They say its a suicide mission. I intend to prove them wrong.
thanks aofie!
Thirty Six . Inactive US NAVY . Floral Designer . Crushing
A laugh actually escaped the man at his friend's comment: "Inactive, shit. But if you jump the hoops, you're back in action right?" Ah, if only if it were that simple. Jax rolled over some thoughts, what he wanted to share and what he didn't want to share - if any. Talking about feelings with another guy always proved to be somewhat hard, Jax didn't know why. It was probably the testosterone talking, despite being raised practically in a woman only houseold, "I'm not sure if I want to jump through their hoops though." Jax mused now, "What if I don't like what they say?" It would appear that he wasn't the only one having issues though, as Roman inferred that they would no longer be crossing paths again once Jax did get back to work. Already, the man could feel an eyebrow arch as hazel eyes stared at his best friend, "What? Did they retire you?"
It was a prodding question, and already, Jax felt embarrassed to have been so bold to ask when he was being borderline mute on his own situation, "Sorry. That was a dick move of me to ask. You don't have to tell me. Just sucks, not going to be the same working without you." He couldn't even imagine working with a different British Special Forces guy. Yeah, he knew that it would always be the case, but it still felt weird. Not getting to work with people again always sounded like a myth until the situation actually presented itself, "Well, Chamberlain will have some big fucking shoes to fill then with you gone." He replied wrly now.
After talking about how Roman should go see his sons, the man felt a pang of regret. Who was he to lecture his best friend on his situation? Its not as if Jax was a father, and he only knew snapshots of Roman's life. His drive to impress his dad, to provide for his family, and, well, Jax was also certain Roman liked to stay out in the field because he didn't know how to do anything else. He knew that feeling well, still did even with his filler job at Dahlia's. A smile, a reassuring one at that, graced his lips now, "I'm sure they care. Just...might not show it," It was a vague reassurance, "Teenager life and all. We were all one once." It wasn't surprising to hear Roman turning down his offer, but it was nice to hear that he already had a place to stay, "No worries. Figured I'd just offer. I'm a terrible roommate anyways, so you're not missing much." He said with a grin now before nodding down the pathway, "So, besides the kids, settling back into Hickstead well enough?"
thanks aofie!
Thirty Six . Inactive US NAVY . Floral Designer . Crushing
Jax Shepherd was a little surprised that almost nine months later, he was still in Hickstead, UK dealing with the fallout of his father’s death. Life would have been so much simpler had the man not left them anything at all and remained a ghost of the past. Part of Jax wondered if their father had decided to do this just to laug at them from beyond the grave. Between the lawyers, the will, the estate, and not to mention his fucking sisters not getting along, Jax had been spent. Even his boss, Dahlia, and his close friend, Olympia, had commented on his attitude.
He suppose given everything, and the stress that had come with it, it had been good that he had been rather shitty about containing Emberlyn Myer. Considering everything that had happened in her life, she didn’t need Jax and his shit disrupting everything that the young woman had going for her. And yet, selfishly, the man still wanted to contact her. Every time he stared at her number in his phone though, he managed to talk himself out of it for one reason or the other – bad mood, wasn’t the right time of day, he wasn’t good enough for her. The thoughts were endless.
In fact, his endless thoughts were why he was out of the house now and heading to the farmer’s market this mid Thursday morning before work. Jax wanted to clear his mind, that and grab himself a premade sandwich and coffee. Coffee for now, sandwich for later. He kept on meaning to text Penny, Wisteria, or Meghan to come out and join him one of these mornings, figuring that they would like to explore the stands, but figured the baggage that came with such a request might not be worth it. He was making his way to Dog House Roasters when he bumped into someone, and Jax was quick to say sorry, “Oh, sorry about-“ but as his hazel eyes stared down at the person, he realized he knew exactly who it was, “Ember?”
They say its a suicide mission. I intend to prove them wrong.
thanks aofie!
Thirty Six . Inactive US NAVY . Floral Designer . Crushing
Jax Shepherd knew that he hadn’t been the greatest with keeping in touch with Emberlyn Myer. In fact, he had been downright awful with it and he had her number. But after running into her at the farmers market a few weeks ago, and their conversations sparked just like they always had, Jax knew he wanted to make a change and move forward. He didn’t have active duty looming over his dating life like he had in the past, and, much to his dismay, a little therapy had been helping him along with mental recovery. So really, Jax had no excuses.
It was exactly why he found himself at Hickstead Secondary School now, right after the last of the classes ended, with a large bouquet of flowers. In fact, it was a vase. He docked it out of his pay, and made sure to work on it in his off-hours. His boss, Dahlia Baker, didn’t seem to mind as he nitpicked over every detail, over every flower, to just try and make it perfect. In fact, it had gotten to the point where Dahlia actually stepped in to assure him that the arrangement was done and should stop stalling his feelings.
Nerves were bundling up in Jax already though as he climbed the steps of the school and made his way to the teachers lounge – convinced that’s where she would be since he remembered his good friend Olympia mentioning one time that all the teachers like to hang out there after the rush of the last bell. It was funny that all of the shit that Jax had ever did with the Navy felt like nothing compared to bringing a pretty woman a vase of flowers of his design, in hopes of asking her out, but here he was, about to do it.
Jax managed to open the door now and walk in, his hazel eyes looking around like a hawk and spotted Emberlyn talking with someone. Taking a deep breath, the man started to walk over towards her now, fully confident that absolutely nothing could go wrong.
They say its a suicide mission. I intend to prove them wrong.
thanks aofie!
Thirty Six . Inactive US NAVY . Floral Designer . Crushing
He finally let go of his friend, both to give him air to breathe and the space between them again. At least he still got a well-deserved pat on the back for that epic bro hug. Hazel eyes looked over Roman Hughs now and it became clear that the world had not been kind to him. Jax understood, that was the danger of coming with the job and serving, you could seriously get hurt, you could lose your life – they all signed up for it in order to serve their countries. Whatever happened to Roman, it had been big.
It became even more evident of that when the smile dwindled from the big man’s face and it was replaced with a hard and pained expression. Jax was about to tell him that he didn’t have to explain a thing, but Roman managed to find his choice words. Whatever was going on was big though if he had elected to not tell his sons. At the words ‘messy’, he merely shook his head, “You don’t have to tell me.”
And naturally, the conversation and topic flipped to him. Guys were always the best at that, especially ones who wanted to avoid talking about things. Jax had a specialty in it as well. A sigh escaped him, mainly because the whole situation was sigh worthy, “I’m inactive. Navy put me on medical leave and won’t clear me until I see a professional. I think they’re being dramatic.” His professional opinion though, “The other reason why I’m out here is because my dad, he left when I was like…eight, died and apparently left me and my sisters a large sum of money and a stupid mansion that I get lost in…daily.”
Dads. How annoying. He thought it over for a moment before finally saying, “I’m only going to overstep my boundaries once…you might want to consider letting your sons know you are in town. Better to hear it from you than a stranger or somehow run into you in town.” Hazel eyes continued to stare for a moment, before then shrugging, “That’s it though. My one dumb lecture. You know, if you need a place to crash, you can come move in with me. I have a shit ton of space in ‘my section’ of the house. I’m not even there half of the time.”
thanks aofie!
Thirty Six . Inactive US NAVY . Floral Designer . Crushing
He wasn't really surprised when a big laugh escaped his youngest sister. Penny Shepherd always seemed one step ahead of the rest of her siblings, and Jax wasn't sure how she pulled it off, but she did. When the young woman announced that she had been living in the house though, his eyebrows arched, "You've been...living here?" A sigh escaped him, "Penny, I'm not sure if that and claiming a 'section' is a good-" But whatever scolding words he had for her were cut off, and in classic little sister fashion, Penny was already trying to divert his attention to coffee and food.
Jax simply stared at her, and while he was tempted to still lecture her, his stomach suggested otherwise, "Damn, you know me well." He might as well settle for minor defeat, and get some food out of it, "Show me the way. Just from the outside, I can already tell that I would get lost here." The man followed after her now, his hazel eyes taking in just the pictures and the hallways, "So...did you talk to the lawyers? Is that how you got the key?" And perhaps, the more dangerous follow up, "You know, Wisteria and Meghan are also in town."
They say its a suicide mission. I intend to prove them wrong.
thanks aofie!
Thirty Six . Inactive US NAVY . Floral Designer . Crushing
The pause that fell between the two men had been utterly deafening to Jax, and it had been long enough to think that the hike had been tougher than he thought and he was hallucinating. But then, the other man spoke, and confirmed his thoughts. Thankfully, Lindsay Walsh didn't appear too annoyed by the encounter and even humored him with that famous tv greeting.
Laughter escaped Jax, as he bashfully ran a hand through his hair, "Sorry about that. It kinda just came out." He supposed that the other man was used to it, but that didn't mean he had to be subjected to every annoying fan encounter ever, "I'm Jax by the way," he said with a smile now, shaking the awe off, "I have to say, I didn't expect to see you either, but I am meeting all sorts of expats in Hickstead it would seem." And that was certainly the truth. Still, he couldn't help but to ask, "Is there some wrestling tour or some fan convention in town that brought you out of retirement? Or are you just hear to enjoy sunny England?"
And yes, that last bit had been a joke.
They say its a suicide mission. I intend to prove them wrong.
thanks aofie!
Thirty Six . Inactive US NAVY . Floral Designer . Crushing