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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Alisha's foot tapped against the metal leg of the desk, the frustration at being left here to wait for so long starting to get to her. She knew they did it on purpose, she knew a lot about police officers and none of it was good. They'd make you wait just to agitate you, and it was working, which annoyed Alisha all the more. All this just to say she was with Tripp, why did they need to drag her in and interrogate her to tell them her boyfriend was innocent? This was bullshit.
The door opened, and the quick smile did nothing to alleviate her annoyance. She did not smile back. "thanks for coming down." Alisha gave a disbelieving "Mhmm," in response - as if she'd had a choice. It was either this, or let them arrest Tripp for something he didn't do. "let's get started shall we?" She shifted a little in her chair but otherwise remained as she was, one leg crossed over the other, arms folded in defence. "where were you the night of the fire?" Alisha sighed - she'd said all of this before. "I was in my room, at uni, watching a movie with Tripp." How simpler could it get?
She'd taken care to get ready for tonight, she wanted to make an impression..need to actually. With all that shit with Wynnie and then arguing with Theia over her being allowed onto the horse riding team, Alisha was out to turn heads and stir shit. It was never good news when Lis was in a shit mixing mood. It usually meant someone was going to get hurt, either by reputation or by loss of limb. Okay, a tad dramatic, but you got the idea. She didn't do things by halfs and she was pissed - pissed off, not yet having downed enough vodka to make it pissed period. That wouldn't take long. As another drink was placed in hand, having long ago lost count of how many, she took a swig and pulled Dei onto the floor.
She flung an arm casually around her shoulders, the other keeping her drink close to her chest as being jostled and writhed with them. Dei pulled her a little closer as someone squeezed through the crowd and Alisha threw her head back with a carefree laugh, singing along to the Ava Max song with abandon. Eventually her cup ran out and she needed a break from the press of hot and sweaty people. Releasing Deimos from his duty, she went off in search of a minion who would serve her. In passing, she heard one of the lads asking Bambi for a drink. She paused, swinging around to burst unceremoniously into their conversation. "Is that your way of attempting to flirt? Of course she needs a drink, look how thirsty she is." winking to Bambi at the word, heavy with innuendo.
Alisha smirked as Mal winked. ”well you know where my room is” She pretended to look confused. "I do?" as if she hadn't fooled around in his bed plenty of times over the years she'd known him. ”who cares when I have the best tongue.” Alisha couldn't help but laugh and she blew Mal a kiss, "there's no denying you've got skills but... you're just not the best, anymore." She wiggled her eyebrows at him. But the teacher pulled focus once again and bantering about their 'talents' had to be put on hold as Alisha heard Theia kick off at Pasha. She was surprised, she couldn't help it - she never saw Theia get so worked up, and even less had she seen her use her voice so much in a class.
"I have no doubt that she owns a crown, though I'm willing to guess it's cheap plastic and mirror backed glass gems. How crass - It's got spikes and sparkles and everything, Oh, and the blood of my enemies, naturally." Alisha let out a whistle, "Ooooh therapist did not come to play," She laughed loudly and clapped her hands together in delight. "You're the one that claimed that you are here by force. Is your memory that trash? If you cared to read the letters sent out to you, you'd know that yes, I am allowed to speak to you like this. To quote - these lessons are no bars held. Now to disprove that - I'm not uptight, if I was, this class would be a lot more torturous for you, and my ability to get laid is more on point than yours. I am not self righteous, I'm actually quite self deprecating on a regular basis. I am quite happily gay and will remain that way until the sun stops shining, and never married - and if marrying a woman was on my list of things to do, I wouldn't because if women are like you then I would never want to touch one thank you very much. Any more assumptions or can I assume that you are throwing up an irritated barrier?"
Alisha loved a good fight - more verbal than a physical altercation, and she relished this kind of thing even as her blood heated and she leaned forward in her chair slightly. "How much more torturous could this get? It's pretty bad so far you know, Pash - I'm considering whittling down a pen.." She didn't specify who it would be for. "Women only wish they were like me, and that's probably why you're not interested in them. I would feel sad for you but there's no need to be quite so defense about it... anyone would think that was overly defensive Pash... over compensating perhaps..."
”Oh really? Maybe I’ll join you guys sometime, see if you’re lying.” Alisha tilted her head in consideration and her lips twisted into a slight smile. "Perhaps that would make for an interesting evening," She mused, after all, Tripp had been open to the idea of Dei joining them, why not the equally disturbed and emotionally unattached Mal. "He does trump you though, sorry to be the bearer of bad news that you're not swinging around the biggest dick on campus," She blew him a kiss and turned to Dani as she heard her speak ”True but he’s still a little shit for ditching us.” Alisha shrugged and dropped a little lower in her chair, "He's always a shit, why break the habit of a lifetime." She snorted, "but if he gets away with it at least we can next time," She had no intention of coming back to group therapy bullshit.
Alisha tuned in to the professor up front as he began roasting them all a new asshole. She didn't care that they were practically attacking the guy, he might well be good looking but that didn't mean he got off scott free - not when they'd be subjected to this. She was sure he'd get a better reception if this had been voluntary, or if people had been allowed to go to him. As it happened, this was just a waste of her valuable time. She half zoned out as he answered the others in turn, not bothering to tune in and catch his responses. Instead, her attention turned to her nails, they were in need of a touch up, and she gave a small sigh at the sorry state of them - she'd book in at the nail bar later.
"Who here said that what you find amusing means you need therapy? If you are so inclined and enlightened my dear to want to understand yourself, you are all the more welcome to put headphones in your ears and ignore this class. No one here is saying you are fucked up - that's your own label on something you don't like." She glanced up after a delayed moment, realising he was now addressing her. Her look was bored and somewhat standoffish. He might indeed be pretty to look at, but no pretty face was going to force her to open up about her past and what had made her the way she was. She didn't bother to reply, she sensed he wasn't even waiting one - and then he continued anyway.
"Since most here in the room are more inclined to assume, let us play a game. It's quite simple. There is only one main rule - everyone is fair game. It's called Assumptions. You'll catch on quickly enough, Starting with Miss 'We Don't Get to Understand Things On Our Own'. I assume that you are a Know it All. For you, mister 'My Mental Health is Declining by Being Here', I'm going to assume that you are a Cocky Bastard. You, Miss 'We're All Here By Force', I'm assuming that you are a Bitchy Queen Bee that wants everything her own way. And Finally Miss 'Bullshit Questions' - I'm going to assume that you are Pissed at the World and Like Following in other people's shadows. And you Miss 'Appreciating Attractive Men', I'm going to assume that you are generally a nice individual, if a little too bold. Go on now, make your return assumptions about me." Alisha pulled a face, her top lip curling as she frowned. "Uhhh are you even allowed to talk to us like that?" She looked him up and down like he was worth a lot less, her voice brash. "Which one am I supposed to be? If you give us name badges I'm sure we'd love to write them down for you." She rolled her eyes. "You want an assumption? Fine, have several." She pursed her lips as she coldly swept her gaze over him, unimpressed. "I assume you haven't been laid in quite some time, which attributes to the uptightness of your self rigteous attitude. In fact I bet your divorced. And now gay...because no woman would put up with you." She didn't care that it wasn't what he was asking for and it was petty - he'd irritated her now.
”Long time no see. . where’s your new cling on? Little orphan annie.” Alisha rolled her eyes and gave Mal a sweet smile "Just because his dick is bigger than yours," She knew he'd never believe it, but she'd happily give him a little jibe back. He knew full well what Tripp's name was. She had to admit that sometimes she missed fooling around with him and Dei, it had been a while, and they'd always had a good time. But, for once she was feeling pretty settled in her relationship, her feet weren't itching, her head wasn't turning, and given hers and Tripp's interesting conversation the other day she didn't think she'd be saying 'never again' to fun with more than one. ”Asshole” She smirked at Dani and shrugged, "that's him all over, isn't it?" She had never known Dei to be anything but. "But if he's testing this out at least the rest of us will know the actual consequences." She added with a shrug; if they weren't bad she might duck out of session the next time.
Alisha sighed as she breezed over the questions presented to them on the sheet, giving little away apart from the twitch of an eyebrow. Similar to the kind of shit her court mandated therapist had asked her. It had not been a choice for her then either, and this just reminded her of all that crap. People seemed to think that if you lost enough people and lived your life outside the norm, something mus be wrong with you. She heard the others talk, but her gaze stuck to Pasha, wondering how he would handle the handful of big characters in the room. "What I find amusing is that it's always other people telling us we need therapy, and it's never something we get to figure out on our own. Who is it that gets to decide we're fucked up inside? Why don't you just go ahead and tell us the answers you want us to put down so the boxes can be ticked for HR?"
Alisha had a face like thunder as she entered the classroom. This was meant to be her free period, and she was not impressed to be told that she was either to attend this session for the forseeable future or risk disciplinary action. She'd been tempted to accept the latter, but at her clear hesitation she had been reminded of her current disciplinaries and what yet another one would meant for her record. She'd not bothered to dress pretty, chucking on her favourite joggers and a comfy hoodie that she'd stolen from Tripp, she slouched into the room and threw herself into the seat next to Mal, slumping in the chair.
"Dei isn't coming," She announced to the rest of them, knowing they would likely be on the lookout for him to save him a seat. Shiloh turned her face to Alisha and raised a curious brow. Alisha shrugged. "Don't ask me, he just said he wasn't coming and the uni could fuck itself." He was going to be in big shit but that was his choice, she couldn't afford to get kicked out. She turned her gaze to guy hovering at the front, presumably the therapist, contemplatively. "I mean, I would." She agreed, tilting her head. "Dei is missing out - someone send him a picture."
