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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Tristan could feel the silence w;as awkward. He didn’t know how a young teenager would feel about having an older adult sit with him. There was something about the fire that was drawing him in. It gave him a moment to study the teen - he didn’t look like anyone who frequented the bar - or any of the stables for that matter. Granted, he didn’t compete much, but he watched the shows when he had time off of work.
The beach setting reminded him of home - it was where he spent his time after work in California as well. He tried not to bring his work home with him - it wasn’t fair to Hazel for him to be grumpy coming home. She would be asleep anyway by now. His light eyes blinked as the stranger spoke. “Thanks.” He sat down in the sand, tucking his feet under him so that his shoes weren’t too close to the fire. “Zayn? I’m Tristan. I could say the same thing about you. I just got off of work and needed some fresh air before I go home to the Missus.” There was no need to mention his interaction at work with a complete stranger. It was something he had to process on his own.
“I’ll have one thanks. I appreciate it, the complement to my home country.” Tristan laughed, reaching for a marshmallow before popping one in his mouth. “So, what brings you to the Beach this late? You don’t live here do you?” He wasn’t naive to the fact there were homeless and street kids - though he hadn’t encountered one yet.
Tristan loved the idea of going somewhere warm with his wife. His big travel was when his family moved to Hickstead from California, though that was several years ago. “I’ve only really gone to Mexico because it was a convenient choice when I was back home.” The family had decided to drive there - though it was an adventure. “Either would be nice, as long as it’s with you.” Tristan winked, he was enjoying this playful side of their relationship - all over again. “You would want to bake? Let’s make sure they have air conditioning though first.Heat was something he knew how to deal with. Even years after the move, he still wasn’t used to the torrential downpour of rain in England.
The dark-haired man raised his eyebrow - Christmas was only around three weeks away. The flat was already decorated for it after all. “Oh good, I always knew you were on top of these things. What did you and the staff decide as a special?” He always looked forward to the taste-testing portion - often bringing baked goods that Hazel made to his coworkers at the bar. It made him quite popular - not that it was something that he wanted. Tristan felt his stomach grumble at the mention of Christmas-shaped cookies. “Gingerbread or sugar cookies? Not that I’d say no to either.” He’d have to make a note and go downstairs to the bakery during one of his days off to buy some - it always made a good gift for coworkers.
As the topic changed to horses, he nodded. “There are too many people at the different barns to keep track of. I know for sure she doesn’t ride at Seven Oaks.” He grinned - he rode there himself and could keep track of the younger riders that rode there. Though like Hazel, his riding times changed depending on when he was working. He watched as Hazel effortlessly moved around the kitchen - he could tell it was truly somewhere she was happy. “Oh! I think you made one before didn’t you?” He couldn’t quite remember the names of all the baked goods, though he knew it would be tasty.
“Alright, let’s get going.” He nodded, rolling up the sleeves of his sweater before starting to measure the sugar. Tristan’s eyes glanced at the scale, putting the bowl on top before pressing the tare button and making sure it was on the grams setting. He took the scoop inside the sugar container and started measuring it out. “Is this right?” He was starting to remember watching Hazel measure out ingredients before. The red head chuckled - there were too many Bosses who tended to be lazy - and employees that would take advantage of it. “Do you often wonder why? I mean if you are the boss, it’s your job to give out work. Not just sit on your lazy bum.” He was lucky that Moses was a great boss - always giving out work to those who looked like they needed it.
Tristan smiled at his wife’s blush. “Oh shucks, well now we can be cute together. Did you make the apron?” He knew there were very talented craftspeople in Hickstead - the Farmer’s Market was full of them - selling their things.
Tristan finished polishing the wine glass before setting it down in front of Bambi. He should have expected most of his University regulars were on some sort of vacation as it was Spring break. Though some of them were still in town depending on what their plans were. He was so out of the drama that he didn't even pay attention, tuning them out like the teacher on the Peanuts.
"Did you just say I was your favorite? I thought it would be Chris. Since he isn't an old man like me." Tristan chuckled as he lifted the wine glass and put a coaster underneath. He rummaged around and pulled out a small bowl, pouring the trail mix inside of it before giving the bowl to Bambi.
He nodded at her request and pulled out a bottle of red wine, pouring her a glass before putting it away, keeping it handy just in case she wanted another glass. "I'm doing alright, thanks. Where is Shiloh and the rest of your crew?" The man didn't think he ever saw Bambi by herself at the Nightclub. Usually, there was at least a blonde or two in toe.
Tristan had finished another shift at the Lounge. He had a bit of a rough shift and needed to clear his head before he went home. It was odd for him to drive to the beach, but it was the only place he could think of that was quiet enough. The crowd at the Lounge was quite rowdy, usually something he could handle but today, it seemed as if the University crowd wanted to cause problems.
The man quickly parked his car in the parking lot and headed out on foot. The gravel crunched underneath his feet, trying to do his best to stomp it out. His mind raced as he walked, hoping that with each step he would feel better. Up ahead he could see a fire, wondering if there was something going on. As he approached, he heard a rustling - being careful as if it was someone suspicious. When he realized it was a younger man he let out a soft sigh.
Clearly he had startled the young man as he heard him call out. "Hi there, I do apologize if I startled you. Just out for a late night walk before I go home. Mind if I join you by the fire?" He had dressed warm enough, but there seemed to be a bit of a breeze that was starting to pick up.
It must be Spring and Easter break as the Nightclub was getting to be very busy again. He was finally scheduled for an evening shift, meaning he got the brunt of the work. Tristan said goodbye to Hazel before he left the house, dreading the fact that he wouldn't be home until she was fast asleep, though it was the nature of both of their jobs.
He got into his car and drove off, wondering what chaos would happen during the shift. It was a Tuesday night, meaning it shouldn't be as chaotic as a Friday or Saturday night - though he knew anything could happen. Tristan listened to the radio as he drove towards work, focusing on the road ahead of him. It was about ten minutes later when he arrived, parking in one of the allocated spots reserved for staff. The man got out of his car and headed inside, pulling out his swipe card and clipping it to the pocket of his pants.
A few coworkers greeted him, some looking exhausted after what seemed like a morning shift some wanted to forget. He chatted with Chris about what happened, raising his eyebrow after he had heard how busy it was. The man shook his head and began working - getting his station ready. He heard someone approach his part of the bar and lifted his head from where he was polishing a wine glass. "Hi Bambi. Long time no see. You haven't been here in awhile. What brings you in tonight?" He wiped over the bar with a clean, damp microfibre cloth before setting a coaster in front of the younger teen, knowing that she would order a drink of some sort.
He knew after his accident he needed to rest, often wondering if it was a sign from a higher power that he needed to stop working so much. However, he was adult enough to know that they needed the money. “Where would you want to go if we won the money? Somewhere tropical like Mexico maybe?” The couple hadn’t gone on vacation since their honeymoon - so it was about time. Even though his entire family had moved from California, there were some rainy days in Hickstead where he missed being able to go to the beach every day.
“I was just checking. I know people change their minds about their careers. I can see how happy it makes you though. Have you and your staff started making Christmas goodies then?” He assumed that they did, but to him, all the baking smells smelled the same. It was something he looked forward to coming home after a day shift working at the Luna Lounge. He quickly dried off his hands with the tea towel hanging off of the bar on the oven before putting it back. “Molly…that name rings a bell. She rides at Blue Acres doesn’t she?” He seemed to be able to remember the younger riders, though they tended to be always around unless they had school.
Tristan noticed there wasn’t a recipe for them to follow. “What are we making today anyway? Or are you keeping it a surprise until it comes out of the oven?” He knew he was pretty much useless without a recipe, but Hazel was always good about guiding him in the right direction in terms of how he could help. “I don’t know why people are sometimes so lazy. If I don’t have anything to do, I feel like my bosses are watching me and would give me something to do. And I don’t mean something fun either.” He joked, rather doing something that needed to be done without someone asking him - he knew he wasn’t a child anymore.
“Thank you for getting one for me. Now we don’t have to deal with any food stains on our clothes.” He tried to be as careful as possible with it, but there was always going to be some sort of mess when it came to cooking or baking.
Ever since the accident, he had started to realize not to take anything for granted. Spending time with Hazel was something that took a while for him to remember after the fact. “Yes, though you do know the statistics on actually winning? And after doing nothing for those few months, working again feels like a miracle.” Bartending again brought a sense of normal back. He knew how serious it could have been, so he was very lucky to have recovered as well as he did. “Besides, you do love your job too don’t you?” He always wanted to make sure Hazel was happy with her life.
He rolled up his sleeves and washed his hands in the kitchen sink, ready to help and wanting them to be clean if he was going to be in charge of baking. “The bakery really means a lot to them too. It’s almost like they are our adopted family now.” Having the bakery meant a lot to him too - he was thankful for it. “Any new employees speaking of the bakery?” He had seen a few new faces behind the counter when he visited not that long ago.
“It did, though they keep us busy enough even if there aren’t customers to deal with. Always something to clean there.” Or the shipment of products that needed to be sorted and put away in their right spots. The Lounge was busy enough though, they always at least had just one customer. He smiled again at the apron, nodding as he unfolded it. “It’s great! I think you have one similar to this don’t you?” Tristan put the apron on, tying the ties in the back before looking down on it. “Thanks! You didn’t make this did you?”
Tristan tacked up the younger mare, wiping his brow after doing up her girth. The sun was keeping the barn warm - even the dark mare had her head down low, which wasn't usually like her. She had endless energy.
The man took the mare's leather halter off and slid the bit in her mouth, doing up the hunter bridle before leading the mare off towards the outdoor arena. It had seemed as if lessons were done for the day, allowing the pair to ride solo until someone else came along. He led her over to the mounting block, rolled down the stirrups and tightened the girth before getting on. With a quick nudge, the mare was walking along - acting as if walking around the arena required a lot of energy.
He sat up, pressing weight down in his heels to practice his balance. Tristan was happy that his body was back in shape - it took awhile for everything to feel right again. Even his two horses were confused the first time he got on them again. He began riding off of the wall, trying his best to keep the young mare going in a straight line down the quarter line.
He had a feeling that Hazel was in the kitchen. It was usually where she was if she was awake when he came home, which wasn't always the case. Working late nights at the Lounge meant she was often asleep when he got home. "I figured that's where you'd be." He placed a kiss on the top of her head, glad that his wife felt comfortable in his arms all over again.
Tristian lowered his arms and smiled. "It always feels like the days are long when we work." People always said distance made the heart grow fonder. "I don't think your employees will leave the Bakery in a mess, it hasn't been before!" Tristan couldn't imagine what it was like leaving the bakery - he felt like it was Hazel's child sometimes, which he was proud of her for.
"The morning shift was alright. Busy though! People seemed to want to get together before the Holidays and I helped with the prep work for the rest of the day." He knew his coworkers didn't enjoy getting things ready but it was something he enjoyed. They often played music in the Lounge while they prepared, which Tristian found calming.
Tristian looked over Hazel's shoulder to see something in the corner of his eye. "You got me something? What is it?" He walked over to the edge of the counter, a smile coming to his face when he saw the apron. "My own apron? Just for me?"
Tristian had agreed to work for a few hours in the morning. It seemed the Lounge was short staffed on that particular day, and with him feeling much better after the accident - he agreed.
The morning couldn't end fast enough, but it was busy. It seemed people wanted to meet up with friends and family during the month of December and the Lounge seemed to be the place to be.
As his time to clock out approached, he made sure his last customer had paid for their food and drinks before heading to clock out. He swiped his card and waved goodbye to his coworkers - putting his dark wool coat on before facing the cold.
He couldn't help but smile on the drive home. It was the afternoon he had planned with Hazel for a few weeks now. She was finally going to teach him how to bake. Tristian felt terrible that his wonderful wife did all the work in the kitchen, but he had always been worried he would mess it up.
After parking the car, he headed towards the front door, opening it when he realized that Hazel had beaten him home. "Honey, I'm home." He called as he took off his shoes and set them to the side. Tristan also hung up his coat in the front hall closet before going to find Hazel.
He walked into the kitchen and smiled when he saw her. Once he was close enough, he wrapped his arms around her. "How was your day?"
Tristan had jumped at the idea of helping out with the rebuilding of the barn. He knew it was the rival barn, but as he wasn't super competitive with Daisy and Uno he tended to be neutral.
He dressed in a nice pair of blue jeans and a plain white dress shirt, something he would wear to work anyway.
"Hey, Moses." He greeted, walking behind the counter of the tent. Tristan also greeted Harper and Dylan. Tristan got himself ready to mix up any drink that needed, setting up his cups and making sure the ice in the cooler closest to his station was filled.
"So, no need for trouble today please." Tristan rolled his eyes. He usually took the roll of big brother at work and he assumed today would be no different.
Tristan is super laid back once you get past his "tough" guy attitude, which any bartender needs to be able to cut people off after having a beer too many. He gets along with pretty much anyone!
enemies
People who he has had to cut off after having too many drinks, but they always come back the next time and are happy to see him. He just wants to make sure people get home safe after having a fun night out.
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[/font]:[/b] Tristan Ivan Parker
nicknames:Big T.
age:24. September 20th, 1991
religion: He is more spiritual than religious.
sexuality: straight.
marital status: Married to Hazel.
occupation: He is a bartender and a rider.
playby: Cam Gigandet
hometown: Bakersfield, California, USA
parents: Sam Parker and Lisa Parker.
siblings: He has four younger sisters; Jessica, Kylie, Rachel and Hannah.
brief history: Tristan grew up in a horse crazy family. His father was a famous Dressage rider, and even made it to the Olympics for team USA. His mother was also a horsewoman, but leaned more towards barrel racing. Growing up in California, meant the entire Parker family spent their free time riding outside, all year round. His childhood was pretty interesting, since he spent the entire span of it making sure his sisters didn't get into any trouble. The only times he got into trouble was getting his sisters out of it. When Hannah was born, the entire family moved to England. This was because Rachel, Kylie and Jessica had literally begged Sam and Lisa to move to England to ride at Seven Oaks, the prestigious stables that the girls had been dreaming of ever since they were young. Tristan had nothing against moving, he had gotten tired of California and wanted a change. Thankfully, Sam and Lisa wanted to ride there as well. So, the whole family packed up and moved to England, taking their horses with them. He finished high school and started work at the bar, where he still works. This is where he met Hazel, his now wife. At the time they first met, he was engaged to Victoria Young, who was his childhood friend. The relationship didn't work out because she was an aspiring actress, who never had time to come visit him. He realized that Hazel actually loved him and so he proposed to her after a year of dating. [/font][/ul]
[/font]:[/b] Riding, talking to clients, spending time with Hazel and rain.
dislikes: People that slack off, peanuts (he is allergic...) and rap music.
strengths: Riding, mixing drinks and fixing things.
weaknesses: He has anxiety, which he takes medication for.
secrets: He secretly loves the television show, Big Brother.
fears: Losing Hazel, not being successful and his family dying.
habits: He loves chewing gum.
overall personality:Tristan is overall a totally sweet guy, once a person gets past his "tough guy" ness. He loves to ride and be around people, except of course if they are rude to him. He is not shy to tell people what he really thinks. [/ul][/size][/ul]
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