Testing 1-2-3 (Andrew)

[gustavo fernando gianechinni]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #a3262a solid 10px; width: 450px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] walk through hell with a smile tagged Andy/Iron muse idek lol notes Crazy Brazilian credits template by irish! It was a rather dreary morning, gray clouds covering the sky and threatening a drizzle, or perhaps even snow before too long. There was no wind, so it wasn't too cold, but the weather had caused most people to stay away from the barn. For the eventing crowd, though, this sort of weather was nicer than usual. It seemed like so many of their events took place when it was pouring rain that a light drizzle was really nothing to balk at. Gustavo had only been in the U.S for a few months, but he had already acquired himself another horse. He tended to fall into the category of your typical well off eventer. If he spotted a horse at a show that he liked, he would probably go and try it, whether it was for sale or not, and make the owners an offer they just couldn't refuse if he decided that he liked it as much as his first impression had made him like the horse. That was precisely what he'd done with the stallion he currently had in the cross-ties. It was fairly early, only 9:30, and there weren't many people around. The stallion had only been here for two days, but Gustavo figured he might as well take the horse out for a spin, since they both had time on their hands. The horse, who he'd taken to calling Chefe was competing at the 3* level, but considering he hadn't ridden the horse at Crossfire yet he decided that he would just take it easy for the time being and let the horse adjust. It wasn't like he was in any hurry to be jumping big things for now. After all, he'd taken ages to adjust to the time change himself and he was sure the horse that had flown all the way from New York was just as jet lagged as he was. He retrieved his pristinely polished tack and set about putting it on the horse. Chefe stood quietly in the cross ties, occasionally nickering to other horses, but not making much of a fuss about anything. After only a few minutes, the tack had all been secured and the pair were ready to head out. He walked the large animal down to the indoor arena, just in case it did decide to rain, and there was no sense getting water spots on his saddle if he didn't have to. Once there, Gus swung up easily onto the horse just inside the arena gate and let the horse walk out on a loose rein. Chefe was rather unlike the other horses which Gus owned. He had a quieter disposition, which was a nice change from the wilder horses he normally rode. As they neared to a few jumps that were already set up in the arena, Chefe started to prance a bit, and Gus gathered up the reins to keep the horse controlled. Chefe settled into a long strided walk and the two of them moved at an easy pace around the outer edge of the arena. He let the dark bay set his own pace so long as he stayed at a walk. He didn't seem too bothered by the looks of any of the jumps which was definitely a good sign. Considering the level that he was competing at he wouldn't expect any less from the horse. After a lap or two around the arena at a walk, Gus stopped the horse in the center of the arena and reached down to adjust a stirrup length. Just as he did so, the sound of the arena gate opening caused the horse to jump, all four legs shooting outwards to give him a wide and low stance as if he were a cutting horse paused mid-maneuver, and just about unseating the one stirruped rider. Of course, a short string of mumbled expletives, conveniently in his native tongue so no one would even know what he'd said, followed, mostly directed towards the horse. He straightened himself back up and turned Chefe towards the arena entrance so the animal could see that it wasn't a horse killing monster coming through the gate. So he wasn't bomb-proof, Gus kind of liked that, too.

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[andrew michael hayes]

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[atrb=background,http://i1060.photobucket.com/albums/t456/Awengera/AndyTableMid_zps2e6c3063.png] Fresh start, again, meant that Andy had left behind what he knew for the second time, to try again, here in Addison. The first time, he had no choice, his parents didn't like who he was. The second time, he guessed he just came to the wrong place, it wasn't right for him. As much as he likes being able to pack up and move to this new place, it comes with stress too. He's liked horses since he was a kid, but he's never been a rider. It's never to late to start though, so the first step is seeing the stables. Maybe find someone to take lessons with? Of course, he has to find a job first, but that's to worry about once the potential is actually in question. The rain is coming down lightly outside. Nothing particularly hard, so he wears just a light coat, a pair of black straight legged jeans, and some old sneakers. While not exactly obsessed with fashion, there's the certain complex of how he looks on his radar. The place isn't very busy today, apparently the drizzle held back some people from showing up today. The first thing he approaches is an indoor arena. Andrew cautiously approaches, curiosity getting the better of him as he opened the gate. He hadn't noticed the pair inside, the horse taking off as he opened the gate, the rider seemingly caught quite off guard. Andrew froze up. Maybe he wasn't meant to be at a stables, it took him all of two minutes to screw up. Luckily, the rider seemed to be able to handle himself and bring the horse back into the calm. The rider spins the beast around to face him. His cheeks flush red. ”I'm so sorry, I didn't realize anyone was in here! Are you alright?” he asks, concern in his voice, Andrew's first thought had always been to make sure everyone else was okay, this was no exception.

[gustavo fernando gianechinni]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #a3262a solid 10px; width: 450px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] walk through hell with a smile tagged Andy/Iron muse idek lol notes Crazy Brazilian credits template by irish! When Chefe laid eyes on the intruder, he immediately went back to being relaxed. Just a human, nothing to be afraid of there. Gus just shook his head at the horse's antics. It was probably just because he was new here and this was his first time in the indoor. Now that he thought of it, he realized it probably would have been a good idea to free lunge him first and ride him in a couple of days, just so he could see everything and inspect it all without having to think about a rider on his back. Typical eventer, he didn't really think of things like that before he went and did them... although it was probably mostly because he was thinking about sex and women and was too busy thinking about that to think things through with his horse too much. Gustavo could tell that this fellow probably didn't know horses too well, considering his quick reaction to be concerned. Granted, Gus was used to being around people who competed in eventing who would fall on their head off a horse and get back on and finish while the other competitors laughed at the way they somersaulted down the bank or something. Being concerned about little "trip ups" wasn't something that he was used to. In other disciplines he was sure that people would be more concerned by falls, but generally.... eventers just found it amusing, so long as no one was seriously hurt. In this case, he'd not even come off the horse, so he was a little surprise to be asked so hastily and enthusiastically as to whether or not he was alright. "Yes, no problem." He said brightly with legitimate enthusiasm, his heritage evident from his very strong accent, and slightly unusual answer to the question. He swung down off of the horse and strode over to the other male, the horse following along behind. Having grown up in a family that was the owner of a very well to do vacation rental company in Brazil, his first instinct when he saw people he didn't know what to greet them cheerily. He'd had it trained into him since he was a little kid to try to make the person feel welcomed and at home. It didn't always work, but it was worth a shot. He found that as he got older he had to be careful how he greeted women, or the men with them could often overreact and get mad at him for flirting with their women. "I am Gustavo," he said extending a hand to him, "You are new here?" Even though Gus had only been here a short time he already had a good handle on all of the people here... mostly because he went scouting for females on occasion, and usually familiarized himself with the men so long as he was there. He was fairly sure that he had never seen this man before, so he could only assume that he was new to Crossfire, and if he was new then he should certainly introduce himself, it was only polite... and he'd long since learned that a handshake was much more ideal in America than the traditional kiss to the cheek that Brazilians were more accustomed to. People here often didn't react so well to being kissed by a stranger.

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[andrew michael hayes]

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[atrb=background,http://i1060.photobucket.com/albums/t456/Awengera/AndyTableMid_zps2e6c3063.png] The man on the horse assures Andrew that it's okay, seeming somewhat surprised at his concerned reaction. Andrew stays still as he dismounts and walks over, the horse trailing. As the person in question draws closer, Andrew bites his tongue. Oh. Well, this man certainly isn't hard on the eyes. The concerned expression is replaced by a shy smile. ”Hello, Gustavo.” Andrew replies. That accent, he doesn't travel enough to be able to place. It's nice though. ”I'm Andrew.” He replies in a cheerful voice, his intensely blue eyes lighting up. He shakes Gustavo's hand, nodding his head in his own little greeting. It's obvious that he's new here, which is sort of embarrassing, and Andrew lowers his face, trying to hide that fact that slight color crept into his cheeks. His thoughts now lead him to wonder Gustavo's sexuality, trying not to stare at him. ”Hmm? Oh, yeah, I'm new here, first time on the grounds, actually.” He says, biting his tongue to stop from rambling. It's that terrible mix of embarrassment and the extremely attractive man in front of him, messing with his brain at the moment. His eyes switch the the horse now instead. ”Gorgeous.” Andy whispers. His eyes are on the horse but he's not so sure that the animal is the only one in the room he's referring to. He tries not to let his thoughts get away from him. Gustavo is likely straight, and if not, probably not single.

[gustavo fernando gianechinni]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #a3262a solid 10px; width: 450px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] walk through hell with a smile tagged Andy/Iron muse idek lol notes Crazy Brazilian credits template by irish! "Gorgeous" was one of Gustavo's requirements for a horse. He did just about everything he did for the sake of attracting women, and he knew that a lot of women liked a man on a horse... but not just any horse, a horse that was incredibly attractive. He couldn't be seen on some old nag with a roman nose and mouse gray coat. Any horse he rode had to shine, it had to have an impressive presence, it had to be able to jump the moon, it had to be able to move like it was floating in the air, and above all it had to be gorgeous. He was very picky when it came to his horses, which was probably a good thing, or he'd have so many that he wouldn't have enough time in a month to ride all of them. "You have a horse at here?" he asked, wording it improperly again, but he'd only been here a couple months, his English couldn't be expected to be perfect. Brazil had been a good place for Gus to live, since many of the women shared his view of relations between men and women... but after a while he'd gotten bored with the lack of challenge. Nothing ever changed there, and it was rare that he ever actually had to try for anything. So he'd decided to move to the U.S. he could manage the vacation rental business from a distance so there was really nothing to stop him from doing so. So far, he'd liked it quite a lot. There was a plethora of women at Crossfire, and most of them appreciated a man who rode and rode well, so he found it an ideal place to be. "I pay much for gorgeous." Gus said in response to the comment about the horse's appearance, oblivious to the fact that a small part of that comment may have been directed towards him. If a woman had said it, he would have certainly twisted it in his head to be all about him, but he was not very accustomed to men taking an interest in him. Sure, he'd had gay friends in Brazil, but the vast majority of them had never shown any interest in him since most of them knew how much he was into women, and was very unlikely to ever change his mind on the subject. Gustavo was very set in his ways... and unfortunately his ways were that of using women to his own advantage with absolutely no strings attached, ever. In America, he was fairly sure that made him considered a "man whore" but he didn't mind the label... it was who he was, so what was wrong with that?

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[Archer Landon Kolt]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #a34f4d solid 10px; width: 450px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] i've been waking all my life tagged Andrew/Iron notes Poor Archer has no idea what he's in for credits template by irish! Acher had never really been much of a horse person. Not that he didn't like them or anything, he was just wasn't really into riding. His mom had been huge into the horse world and wearing the skin tight breeches that any son would cringe at the sight of his mother in, the fancy hair, the stock ties, the long tailed coats, the top hat. He had far too many memories of being dragged to the barn for his mother to practice her dressage on some big fancy horse that she'd spent way too much money on. Because of this, he had come to associate horseback riding with the wealthy, and he despised the wealthy, despite technically being one, considering he was an only child and his parents were downright determined that he would inherit everything when they died. That was why he'd surprised even himself when he bought an old draft horse which otherwise would have been sent to slaughter. The old horse had been one in a fleet of horses that pulled carts for guided tours , and when he was no longer able to pull, he was sent off to the auction. Archer, having always been aware of the trouble of others, whether human or animal, had seen him in passing, and couldn't help but want to rescue the horse. So he'd paid the $200, and brought the horse to Crossfire Farms. The cart company hadn't even specified a name, so Archer decided to name him after the horse in the book "Five O' Clock Charlie." Charlie was old, in his 20's most likely, and in Archer's opinion, after having worked hard all his life, Charlie deserved a good retirement, rather than becoming dog food. Most of the time, Charlie just spent his days out in the pasture or in his stall, depending on the weather. With the cold that had set in, he had been mostly in, his old joints just couldn't take the cold weather and he would get so stiff it was painful to watch him move. So he was kept indoors where it was warm, which he really didn't mind. Archer felt bad for the horse, though, so he'd made a habit out of coming out in the morning to let him out into the arena when no one was there to let him move about more freely and get some exercise. He knew enough about horses to know that they needed to be able to move in order to stay healthy. On this particular morning, the dreary weather seemed to have driven most people, save for those in the race barn, away from the barn, and he couldn't really blame them. There were a couple vehicles in the parking lot, none really of note, which meant a few had managed to brave the weather. After getting out of his truck, he headed down to the indoor arena to see whether or not it was in use, which he assumed it would be, since there were a couple of vehicles there. When he arrived at the arena, he could clearly see that Gustavo, who he'd run into a time or two at the barn, and another, younger, male currently occupied the arena. He thought about just leaving and coming back later to let the horse out, but being the way he was, he couldn't just walk away without saying anything, so instead he approached the two. "Nice to know I'm not the only one who didn't get the abandon ship memo this morning." he said to the two of them, of course referencing the fact that everyone else seemed to have some sort of pact against being at the barn during bad weather. Archer had heard tell of the reputation which Gustavo had, but he didn't know the other man, which lead him to assume that he was new to town, or at least to Crossfire. It was always nice to see new faces, especially in a small town where that wasn't too common.

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[IRONMAN]

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[atrb=background,http://i1060.photobucket.com/albums/t456/Awengera/AndyTableMid_zps2e6c3063.png] He couldn't let his imagination get away with him, it was fairly obvious this man was either straight, in a relationship, or both. Still, his thoughts go where they'd like, and it's hard to clear his active imagination. Andrew shook his head in response. ”Oh, no, I'm not a rider. I'm interested but I don't have-” He broke off. Don't ramble. he shouts at himself in his head. ”No, I don't.” He rewords his answer, trying not to betray his embarrassment. ”I pay much for gorgeous.” That accent is amazing, and Andrew still can't place where it maybe from. It's music to his ears though. ”I'm sure this one was expensive then.” he says, making a small gesture to the horse. That was a stupid choice of words. The silence lingers for a moment, a sense of awkwardness settling over, Andrew is at a loss for words, and he searches his brain for something to say. Just as he's about to dismiss himself, release himself from this torture for his brain, a newcomer approaches. Andrew catches his eye, casting him a curious glance. The man says a few words, a light joke that breaks the quiet, which he is thankful for. Andrew's familiar, bright mood returns despite the gloomy day, and a smile returns, his blue eyes moving between the man's and Gus's for a moment, before looking back to the horse. ”I'm Andrew.” He introduces himself to the man, stepping forward and offering his hand to shake. While he was a person who typically delivered a kiss on the cheek as a greeting, he'd learned that that was only acceptable with some people, typically not upon first meeting, and usually those people were female.

[gustavo fernando gianechinni]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #a3262a solid 10px; width: 450px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] walk through hell with a smile tagged Andy/Iron muse idek lol notes Crazy Brazilian credits template by irish! Gus didn't mind, really, when people rambled. To him, the more people spoke, the more he could work out in his head the way things were supposed to be worded. Having worked in the tourist business for so many years, his English was quite good, considering that it was not his first language, but it most certainly wasn't perfect. There was no doubt that he was not from the United States. Partly because of the way he dressed, but mostly just because of the obvious accent and the way he said things funny. Even just the way he interacted with people was entirely different. While he was uncommonly polite to people, there was also always at least a little of that impossibly flirtatious banter mixed in. He was about to tell Andrew that horses were certainly a worthwhile investment and that Crossfire had several well accomplished instructors who were excellent teachers with good school horses, when their conversation was interrupted by a familiar voice. He glanced over towards the taller male as he approached, offering a smile in response to what he'd said, even though he hadn't a clue what it meant. Something about abandoning ships, which really made no sense to him, considering they were nowhere near a body of water on which a ship might be located... but he was sure it was probably something that made sense to Americans. Gustavo often had a difficult understanding things such as that. His translation was quite literal for all things, so it usually didn't make sense to him when people used figures of speech, but he didn't mind. He would learn them with time. Gus had met Archer on several occasions before. As was habit for him, he made a point of meeting anyone and everyone that he came across. Not only because having worked in the "hotel business" trained it into him, but also because he had learned a long time ago that when you met people, at some point it generally turned out to be a good investment of your time. Archer was a mechanic, and being friends with someone who knew their way around the inner workings of a vehicle was never a bad thing. Not that Gus would consider taking advantage of him and try to get him to do things for free or at a reduced rate, but it seemed when you knew the mechanic they did better work and got you in and out more quickly than when you didn't know them.

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[Archer Landon Kolt]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #a34f4d solid 10px; width: 450px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] i've been waking all my life tagged Andrew/Iron notes Poor Archer has no idea what he's in for credits template by irish! More often than not, when people found out that Archer was the owner of the local Mechanic's shop, and one of the actual mechanics, he found himself the recipient of a lot of friendships. He really didn't mind too much, it was always nice to get to know people, but that didn't mean that he was blind to the fact that in the back of most people's minds was the fact that he could be called on when there was a problem involving a vehicle. From flat tires to keys locked in the car to smoke under the hood to that weird tapping sound, Archer usually had the skill and the know-how to fix it. He liked his job. It didn't pay well really, considering most of the income from the shop went to his employees and the bills, but there was nothing that made Archer happier than helping people, and fixing people's cars was always helpful. He returned the smile to the younger males, and met Andrew's hand in a firm, but not bone crushing grip. Archer had never really been one to read much into handshakes. He knew a lot of people used them to size up the other person, but quite frankly, he didn't really care. He worked with his hands, meaning his grip would be strong and rough, while someone else might be a doctor and he would expect theirs to be much more soft and gentle. It really had absolutely nothing to do with the sort of person that you were. Then again, Archer wasn't too keen on judging people about anything. He tended to just like everybody right from the start, and if they turned out to be someone different than he had thought they were, then so be it, nobody was perfect. "Pleased to meet you, Andrew," he said, releasing his hand from his grip, "I'm Archer." Alright, so maybe it was actually Archibald, but he hated that name... loathed it, in fact, so he always simply introduced himself as Archer. It was much simpler that way. He'd been telling people that was his name since his first day of school many years ago. "Sorry to interrupt you, just thought I'd introduce myself as long as I was here." Politeness was something that Archer was very intent on maintaining. So many people in his parents "elitest" social circle were rude and extremely self centered, and he was disgusted by those sorts of people, so he wanted to be anything but like them, so he would always be the first to apologize or step out of the way, or let someone in a big hurry go ahead of him in a line. Being considerate of other people was always much better than being selfish and rude.

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[andrew michael hayes]

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[atrb=background,http://i1060.photobucket.com/albums/t456/Awengera/AndyTableMid_zps2e6c3063.png] It appeared that Gus and Archer may already know each other, by the way that Archer didn’t introduce himself to him. Andrew glanced up to see him as they shook hands, feeling rather short in comparison to the two taller men. Not an unfamiliar feeling. ”Nice to meet you, Archer.” He replies. Interesting name, he liked it. Sometimes he wished he’d been given a more unusual name , something not seen so commonly as “Andrew”, a name so well known, and everywhere he goes he manages to find someone who shares his title. ”No, no don’t be sorry, you aren’t interrupting anything.” Andy chimes, being his ever-friendly self. It’s true, too. He might be slightly infatuated with Gustavo, but it wasn’t particularly easy to get a conversation going, through fault of Andrew’s. He was left to start rambling, and Gustavo didn’t seem to have a full grasp on the English language yet. He wondered how long Gus has been here. Archer being here really made it easy to break the silence in the arena. Of course, Andrew appeared to have lost his social capabilities. Perhaps because he normally took his dog, Jet, everywhere, and that was a real conversation starter, even if he didn’t happen to like the attention that the dog loved, it gave him something to do with his hands, and something to talk about. Plus, when people stop paying attention to Jet, the dog would do something to regain it. Of course, the canine was currently asleep in the car. ”Do you have a horse as well?” He questioned Archer after a moment.

[Archer Landon Kolt]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #a34f4d solid 10px; width: 450px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] Can't be love I'm not feeling tagged Andrew/Iron notes Poor Archer has no idea what he's in for credits template by irish! Uncomfortable silences were never on anyone's list of things to experience on a day to day basis, but they were often unavoidable. Archer had learned this many times throughout his life, and so had made a habit of interrupting them. The more he'd done it, the easier it became, the more natural. He'd developed a mastery of the art of smoothly starting another topic without seeming like he was just trying to fill the soundless pauses in the conversation. He had a very easy going personality, which certainly helped. There were very few people that he did not get along with, and he was quite good at seeming entirely infatuated with any subject whether he was or not. Really, most of the time he was interested in what people had to say. He was a people person, and as such he took a rather great interest in what people did and what they liked. To be honest, it was all just a part of his altruistic nature. People often just needed someone to talk to, someone who would listen and not judge. Sometimes that was more important than a financial or mechanical need. By nature, every person was social and felt the need for human interaction and to feel like they mattered. Some people lost that nature, but it could almost always be revived. Archer figured that by providing someone with a person who legitimately cared and was interested in their well-being, he was offering a lot more than most people would, and for him, doing whatever he could to help a person was far more important than his well-being. He couldn't explain why he felt that way, he just did, and he always had. "I do," Archer said in response to Andrew's inquiry, "He's just a pasture pet though, I don't ride." Having come from a family that was big into the equestrian scene, his mother competing in upper level dressage, he'd never really taken an interest in riding horses. He knew enough about them, his mother made sure of that, but there had just never been an appeal to him to get on a horse and ride. He'd done a little when he was younger and had no choice in the matter, but as soon as he could actually stand up for himself he promptly quit, much to his mother's dismay. Archer was much more into rough housing with his friends rather than riding horses like all the annoying girls. It wasn't that he disliked horses at all, he just had no desire to ride. He was your typical male, just into cars, and horses could be left for other people to ride.

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[gustavo fernando gianechinni]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #a3262a solid 10px; width: 450px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] walk through hell with a smile tagged Andy/Iron muse idek lol notes Crazy Brazilian credits template by irish! Gustavo could not have been much more different than Archer. He was a rather self absorbed individual who rarely found reason to go out of his way to help people. His own needs almost always came before the needs of other people. He didn't often put much thought into the things that he did. Generally, if it struck him as something that would suit his fancy right off the bat, he just went with that, regardless of what further thought on the matter might reveal. It wasn't that he was intentionally that way, it was just that he'd been brought up in a wealthy family in a place where there was no "off season" from the flow of money, so he had never really needed to think things through before because he could afford to do whatever he pleased. Being wealthy certainly had varying affects on people. "You are interested in riding," Gus said, unable to remain an outsider on the conversation, he always liked to be involved, "You would like to do what kind?" He had found that people tended to be slightly taken aback at first by the way that he didn't word things properly or pronounce things properly most of the time, but after a while it seemed he either improved his English, or they got better at figuring out what the hell he was saying, but either way, most people tended to seem to get used to his imperfect mastery of the language and eventually didn't even seem to notice it anymore. Gus knew his English could certainly use some work, but he'd found that the English speaking female population seemed to be enamored with the way he said things wrong, so he rarely put much effort into learning it better. So long as he knew enough to get by, that was fine by him. "My brother, in Brazil, he is a gaucho." he added, of course meaning he was the Brazilian version of a cowboy, but not really able to communicate that in English, "You would do much better in english. Lessons with Beth make good." He had absolutely no idea what sort of riding Andrew was interested in, but he was very opinionated against western type riding. In his mind it was very unsophisticated and rather brutish. He liked horses that were large and elegant, not horses that were short and stocky that charged around everywhere with very little control. As far as he could help it, he wouldn't associate with western riders. He was far too posh to be seen hanging out with the likes of them. He paid top dollar for highly talented event horses, he couldn't have relations with western people tarnishing his reputation, now could he?

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[andrew michael hayes]

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[atrb=background,http://i1060.photobucket.com/albums/t456/Awengera/AndyNewTableMid_zps1054dbc7.png] Of course, he had considered what type of riding he’d like to try. As Gus asked in that amazing little accent of his, Andrew smiled. ”I suppose I was thinking eventing. That seems to be what you do?” He observes. Just because he wasn’t a rider didn’t mean he hadn’t done some research, liking to put some background into his decisions. He wasn’t able to pay for lessons yet, but he was already considering whether the stables needed a stable hand or something. That was something he might be able to do. He glanced at Archer as the man spoke. His thoughts were interrupted by Gus again though, speaking of his brother, a ‘gaucho’. That word had no meaning to Andrew. ”A gaucho?” He thought aloud. He was soon informed that he should take lessons with a person named ‘Beth’, not that that name meant anything to him. He looked to Archer, sort of searching for some clarity as to what Gus was talking about. Archer seemed to have dealt with him before. He was gathering that Gus had something against western riders; just by the way that he strongly insisted Andy should learn to ride English, though that was already his intention. Now, Jet popped into his mind. The dog was currently in the car, probably growing restless. Separation anxiety hadn’t been a problem for the golden retriever, but recently he’d been much more attached to Andy, for reasons he could not come up with. ”I should probably get going, my dog is in the car and doesn’t do well being alone in there for too long.” Andy said reluctantly. He didn’t really want to leave, having become rather infatuated with Gus in the short time. Archer was a nice guy, too, but his mental focus was trained on Gus. ©credits : table by ironman(awengera) lyrics : it's time – imagine dragons

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