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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"That soon?" He shrugged his shoulders and looked up from his diary to rest his eyes on her. ”Its summer and most of the university students have gone home so things are usually a bit slower till September.” He didn’t mind that most of his clients where students, if they wanted to get something permanent inked onto their skin at the egging on from friends or other influences then he was happily going to take their money. Hell, half of his tattoos were from the same thing. He liked to take some of his holiday during the summer while things were quieter, not that he had anywhere to go but he enjoyed the down time. "Wednesday would be good, if one session works?" Malachai nodded as he picked up a pen, writing down the appointment in his diary to lock it in. ”Consider it booked.” He smiled.
"There wasn't any good vodka to pour over them." He used a hand to gesture to the vodka on the side. ”Yeah cause you’re hoarding it away here.” He said with a smirk. "Then you'll be taking that with you and washing it." He glanced back to the towel and shrugged. ”If you don’t mind waiting for it. .my next wash won’t be for another week or so.” He was lazy when it came to laundry, he made sure he had enough boxers to last him a week and if all else failed, there was always the option of turning them inside out, or going commando. If it didn’t take so damn long he wouldn’t have minded doing it more frequently but the thought of having to wait for washing and drying bored him. His attention span was only so long.
"You're lucky I treat you so fucking well." He grinned as the blonde topped up his glass, giving her a wink. ”Pshh please, you love treating us fucking well.” The blonde was definitely generous with her father’s money which he and the rest of the gang were grateful for. It made university more bearable. He moved to lean against the wall while he took a sip of vodka. "It's going. I’m not in the mood.” He watched her neck the alcohol in her cup and lifted a brow. ”then why’d you throw a party? We could’ve just had a drink in your room.”
He was pretty sure alcohol and boredom had been the cause of half of the tattoos on his body and possibly a dare or two. Hell he’d probably let one of his friends tattoo him if they asked. .within reason. "I'm pretty flexible, what availability do you have?" He pulled out his diary and flicked through the pages, scanning the appointments he had coming up. He’d need a decent block of time if she wanted to get the piece done in one session. He moved back and forth between a couple of pages before looking back up at the brunette. ”If you want to get it done all at once, I can fit you in next Wednesday but if you want to split the sessions, I can fit you in this Friday and next Monday afternoon if that’s any good?”
”what seems to be the problem?” He moved into the room and sat down in the chair Shiloh dumped him in, sliding off his shoe so he could take off his sock and roll up the bottom of his jeans, allowing the nurse to assess the damage. ”Messed my ankle up tonight, not sure if it’s broken.” His eyes rested on the swollen ankle while he held back a grimace, gripping the sides of the bed as the nurse began to touch and press down in different areas before moving back to her desk to do something on her computer. ”It seems to be a bad sprain but you’ll need an x-ray to rule out a break.” The woman disappeared out of the room for a moment and Mal turned to look back at Shiloh. ”If it’s broken I’m suing.” He grumbled. He stood up on his good foot as the nurse pushed a wheelchair in, whisking him away to get the x-ray.
He returned a short while later and moved to sit back on the chair while the nurse grabbed everything she needed to strap his ankle. ”congratulations, it’s not broken.” His brow lifted at the tone but he let it slide. The nurse was obviously pissed at having to work the Friday night shift and in a hurry to get the next person in. Once his ankle was bandaged, he was given a pair of crutches to walk out on. Mal leant down to grab his shoe, stuffing the sock inside before holding it out to Shiloh. ”Grab that blondie.” He said, standing up and putting the crutches under each arm.
"You answer to me," He half snorted, half grunted as his ankle throbbed again. ”Yeah,that’s what I let you believe.” He’d manipulated people for most of his adult life, his friends were no different, he just so happened to care somewhat about them. "I didn't think to bring anything, but I guess it's probably best you didn't take things." He forced a smirk on his face at the thought of the doctor finding all sorts in his blood if they did a test. ”Yeah better not.” He wasn’t in the mood to spend more time than he actually needed to in the godforsaken place. "I gave you five minutes, whether you knew it or not. Time's up. My friend over there, will be next in, or I'll make sure that not only are you are called in for every night shift, every bank holiday, every late notice cover and all that bullshit. I'll make A&E on every day the most ridiculous party of assholes and crazies you could ever hope to dream of. A living nightmare. And if you don't think it's possible, that I could do that, have that influence, then I can't wait to prove you wrong." He watched as the blonde stalked over to the desk, shifting slightly in his seat to try and hear what she was saying. He could make out bits and pieces but judging by her body language, she was threatening the woman behind the desk. "Malachai Zeklos?" He looked towards the door as his name was called out and his smirked in Shiloh’s direction, tipping his head slightly in a thanks. Bitch could work the system alright. He used his hands to push himself off the chair then took hold of Shilohs arm as he limped into the triage room.
"That sounds like dedication," He smirked in response, lifting his shoulders up briefly only to drop them down just as fast. ”What can I say, I’m serious about my artwork.” He probably shouldn’t be keeping a tattoo gun in his dorm room as it was always tempting to add to his collection. His smirk widened at the sight of her blushing. It was almost too easy. "I really like that idea, I'll take it." He watched her face as she looked over his design, actually caring whether she liked it or not. His designs were something he took pride in and he’d never admit it but he was disappointed if someone didn’t like them. ”Great. . when do you want to be booked in?”
"Oh, it's you." He snorted at her unenthusiastic response and lifted a brow. ”who pissed in your cereal tonight?” He asked. She was usually a little more peppy after a drink. "Don't you have your own shower? I don't need whatever fluid's you've left behind in it, in mine." He shrugged his shoulders as he rolled his eyes. ”My towel was in the wash and I didn’t fancy air drying.” He glanced back into the bathroom briefly. He’d left it in the condition he’d found it in. He hated a dirty shower. He downed the rest of his vodka and placed his glass down on the counter, signalling for her to top his up. He turned, dropping his towel to put on his boxers and jeans, not bothering to see whether she would actually give him any more. ”How’s the party?” He asked, turning back around, already assuming it was shit with her being back in her room already.
Malachai rolled onto his side with a huff as his phone blew up on the table next to the bed. He’d been on the verge of falling into a great nap after smoking his nightly joint and was annoyed he’d been rudely interrupted. His new roommate was out which had given him the chance to do it in peace instead of having his uptight ass complaining like he usually did. He picked up the phone and scrolled through the numerous texts from his friends asking where he was and why he wasn’t at blondie’s party yet. Because he wasn’t a sheep and he did things on his own terms.
He pushed himself up from the bed then grabbed the beer from his table, downing the last half in one go. He would need something a lot stronger to get him into the party mood. He stifled a yawn and moved into the bathroom to get a quick shower only to remember his towel was still in the laundry room. He huffed again and moved back out of the bathroom to check the time on his phone, already knowing it would be too late to even try to go and get it. He headed out of his room, figuring Shiloh would be well under way at the party and her room would be empty since the grump of the group would be with her new boyfriend. He’d have gone to Dei’s room but it was too close to where the party had kicked off and he wasn’t about to get dragged into it before he was ready. He needed to wake up.
As he reached the girl’s dorm, he saw Shiloh’s door open and smirked when he saw there was nobody inside. Perfect. He walked in and headed straight over to the liquor cupboard, pulling out a glass and the first vodka he found – always his spirit of choice. After pouring himself a glass, he moved into the bathroom and pulled a clean towel from the towel rack. Why they needed so many he didn’t know. He took a mouthful of the vodka before stripping down and getting a quick shower. Mal dried off briefly once he was done then stepped out onto the mat and wrapped the towel around his waist. He grabbed his clothes in one hand and his vodka in the other then walked out of the bathroom to find his favourite blonde in the room. ”Honey you’re home early.”
"You tattoo yourself? I guess that's easy enough for some parts but I'd like to see you twist yourself around to do your back? Or are you only tattooed in the places you can reach?" His face broke into a half grin, half smirk at her surprise. It wasn't uncommon for a tattoo artist to do a few of their own art pieces, especially when boredom hit. "Most of them are only small. . and mainly places I can reach but I used a mirror for some." He said, amusing himself at the memory of doing his butt cheek tattoos. "What if I said you could have free rein on me? What kind of thing would you do?" His eyes ran over her body as a smirk pulled at his lips. "Oh I'd do all kinds of things. ." He said, his eyes moving back to hers. "But tattoo wise. . I actually like your design. . but to bring homage to your passion, I'd frame the tattoo in like an old photo print frame." He said, flipping open his sketch book to quickly throw out a rough outline.
"I'm just giving the people what they want - everyone wants to know everything about me." He snorted and rolled his eyes at his vanity. "Course they do." He agreed sarcastically. "I prefer Queen of Hell, if you don't mind young pawn." He half smirked in response. "I'm not a pawn thank you very much. I answer to nobody." Shi may have liked to believe she had every body under her thumb but he was far from it. It was just easier to go along with her shit most days. "She gets five minutes and then...times up." He smirked again as he looked in the direction of the receptionist. If anything was going to distract him from the pain it would be a full blown Shiloh bitch fit aimed in someone else's direction for once. "Can you hold on five minutes?" He glanced at her, hiding the surprise at the concern in her voice. It was hard to remember she wasn't always an ice queen. "Yeah. . I can manage." He said, closing his eyes briefly to ward off the pain.
well unless moneybags daddy is paying, you ain't getting shit like that from me. i'm poor. the only thing i'll cry over is when my drug dealer is out of the good stuff. ugh please, don't make me throw up my lunch. what's your brilliant plan then?
"Oh yeah like you're Mr Macho Man." He rolled his eyes and shrugged. He knew he wasn't the most muscular guy, his lifestyle choices didn't exactly help in that department, he enjoyed drinking, smoking and eating way too much to be completely shredded or gain enough muscle but he at least had the genetics to not pile the weight on. That, paired with occasionally hitting the gym gave him a leaner build. "You don't give me a choice, you never shut up about yourself." He smirked "You can talk, your favourite subject is you." He was surprised about what she knew, sure most of it was surface level stuff and easy to remember but he rarely spoke about his past and had only brought up his parents a couple of times. Maybe she did like him after all. He shifted his leg on the chair and got comfortable while they waited, trying to ignore the throbbing pain. "chocolate?" He looked at the vending machine and pulled a face before turning his head to face her, narrowing his eyes. "i'll pass spawn of satan." He muttered, clocking on to what she was trying to do.
"It's a date," He smiled at her confirmation. That was easy enough. "that's some trust you've got to have to let someone else tattoo your artwork on your skin," He smirked slightly at her surprise and shrugged his shoulders again. "well I tattoo most of them myself whenever I'm bored. .but I trusted my old boss enough to do the start of my sleeve but he's gone now so I'll have to see if I can find someone as good to finish it." He didn't mind his new boss but he definitely wasn't that experienced when it came to tattooing people - he clearly preferred getting a tattoo. There were a few other tattoo artists in the shop but he wasn't sure if their style was something he wanted on his body. "Do you ever get people who just offer you a canvas to do anything you want to them?" He sat back in his chair while he took in her question. "I've had a couple actually. .its pretty interesting" He said with a slight smile. He'd been tempted to tattoo something ridiculous at times but he'd managed to control his impulsiveness.
Sure, i'll get you a plastic one, bejewelled and everything. sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me blondie. what payment did you have in mind?